[Dean almost can't help but talk. He couldn't let himself get too lost in the moment. He didn't want to push too hard and make it uncomfortable for Sam, particularly since he really wanted this to happen again, sometime. He kept his body as still as humanly possible, under the circumstances. Except his mouth. It pretty much ran free.] So fucking hot, right now, Sam. So fucking perfect. I could come just looking at you. Don't stop, Sammy. Please, don't stop.

[He continued to pet Sam's hair softly, letting his hand trail down the side of his brother's face on a downward motion, stroking Sam's cheek and jawline. Watching how they moved with each sucking motion and shift of his brother's head. He whimpered deep in his throat. It wasn't difficult to see that this was going to be over in an almost embarrassingly short amount of time.]