[The spark of relief he felt when Sam started to move on his own kind of fizzled out when he heard his brother's teasing voice. Fuck. He said that out loud? He couldn't help looking a little sheepish or the blush that miraculously appeared, despite the majority of his blood being way down south.]

Shut up. [Was all the answer he could manage to think of. He kissed Sam hard to forestall anymore teasing, groaning helplessly when he was finally as far inside as he could go. He held himself still, letting Sam have time to adjust. God, he wanted to move.]