[His eyes slipped closed when Sam touched his face and asked for Dean to mark him well. His hand continued its slow, easy strokes down Sam's length while he worked the skin under his mouth. He sucked and lapped at the spot until the mark stood out deep and dark against the rest of the pale skin. He might just as well have written his name there for all that it turned him on. Just knowing it was going to be there for days made him harder than he would have thought possible.]

[The mark got one last lick before he turned his attention to the rigid length in his hand. He traced a line around the head with the pad of his thumb, then moved it down the full length, rubbing against the seam down the underside of his brother's cock. When his hand reached the base and took a solid grip, he bent his head and took just the tip in his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, running circles around it and sucking too softly to give any real relief yet.]