[Sam's muscles tightened slightly under the attention and it was a struggle to keep still, to stay laid back. He panted, soft noises and encouragements leaving his lips]

[He propped himself back up eventually, watched Dean move further down between his legs.] Dean... [He moaned out at the touch of his lips and teeth marking him, head tilting back. Now a mark somewhere like that? Personal and private? He could get behind that one. Worrying his lower lip when the other's hand moved to his cock, he traced a fingertip over Dean's face affectionately.] Want this one to linger awhile, Dean... God, I want to remember this every time I see it.