[He gave a hazy smile at that whine in protest Dean gave, looking up hazily at the other because he looked too good not to. He wanted to remember how Dean looked right now, how hazy and wanton he looked.]

[Then his voice when he was pushing his hand back away from his mouth... He couldn't have said no to whatever Dean had asked him for, not right then. he slowly moved his hand back between his brother's legs, working a finger back inside of him just as he slowly took him back into his mouth, deep as he could handle right now.]