[A shudder ran the full length of his body when Sam moaned around him. He took a few deep, steadying breaths and carefully released his death grip on the pillow, reaching a shaking hand down to stroke Sam's hair gently. The other arm propped him up so that he could continue to watch the way his brother's mouth moved around him.]

It's good, Sammy... so good. [He couldn't manage more than a breathless whisper.]