[Dean left his shirt bunched up under his arms for a few minutes, too busy kissing Sam to pull away and strip. He took his time kissing every which way... hard, fast, soft, slow. When he finally had Sam -- and himself -- good and breathless, he drew back and tugged his shirt up and off.]

[When he laid back down, he started kissing and licking his way back down his brother's body. Predictably, he started with his brother's neck. He licked and sucked softly on the marks he'd already left along Sam's collarbone, then nuzzled down his chest.]