[Every sound his brother made sent a jolt right to Dean's groin. He was acutely aware that he still had sweatpants on, the soft cotton stretched to its limit in the front. He forced himself not to grind against the mattress. Didn't want to risk getting off before he could give Sam what he asked for.]

[He rolled his eyes up to look at Sam's face. It was just obscene how good his brother looked coming apart like that. He moaned low in his throat, feeling the vibrations around the hard length he was working over. His hand twisted a little with each stroke, giving a little more friction as he put every effort into sucking harder, taking it deeper. Anything to keep Sam making those sounds.]