[At the loss of suction, Dean whined softly around the fingers in his mouth. He rolled his hips a little, safe now that he wouldn't be choking his brother. After a few minutes of thorough tongue bathing, Dean released Sam's fingers with a slick popping sound and pushed Sam's hand down toward him.]

Use 'em, Sammy. [Dean's voice was strangled and his eyes so hazy with lust he could hardly focus on Sam's face.] Wanna come with your fingers in me.