M'here Sammy. I gotcha. [He nuzzled down Sam's neck, licking and kissing lightly enough to not leave a trace. His hips rolled in a steady rhythm against Sam's, pushing in tighter against his brother when Sam's legs pulled him closer.]

[On his way up the other side of Sam's neck, he paused at Sam's ear and whispered a litany of filthy things he wanted to do to and with him. Every fantasy and half-formed erotic image he could think of.]