[Just as soon as he was given access, his mouth started to work on some of those marks he'd promised he'd be giving over the other's body, his hands shamelessly exploring every inch of his brother that he could reach. As much as he liked the feel of Dean settled in his lap, telling him to do whatever he wanted, saying his name like that, Sam started to shift his weight, get Dean pressed back against the cushions of the couch.]

Lay down... Dean. [The contact between their skin felt better than he'd remembered last night - at least this time he was sober enough to really appreciate it.]