[He gasped, back arching, doing everything he possibly could to keep from bucking up into his brother's mouth, that talented mouth that was driving him insane. He couldn't have bit back on one gasp or moan or anything that kept slipping out if he'd wanted.] Dean... Dean!

[As much as he wanted this to last, to keep going because - it was good, too good, he found it in himself to bring up a hand, tangle in his brother's hair to give him a tug up.] Dude, stop... please or I'm not gonna last. [He paused, trying to catch his breath a little, try to get his brain to function at least enough to make a sentence.] And I want to, Dean... want you.