[As if he could stop. Dean smiled against Sam's skin, methodically working his way down. He nipped and licked at each long line of muscle along Sam's belly then flicked his tongue across the belly button playfully. He was glad Sam had gone ahead and stripped, so when he settled himself between Sam's legs, he didn't have to worry about moving again.]

[Before he gave Sam what he wanted, Dean turned and pressed his lips to the soft skin at the seam where Sam's leg met his hip. The same spot he'd requested Sam leave his mark on Dean's body. He sucked and nibbled at the skin, pausing every so often to lap the growing mark with his tongue. While he worked, one hand rubbed the inner thigh of Sam's other leg, then slid higher to cup and gently squeeze Sam's cock.]