You started it, dude. [He grinned against his skin, nipping at the other's. He kept one hand moving over his brother, the other worked on pushing his jeans down.]

[And as soon as they were down, he was down on his knees, kissing at Dean's thighs, nipping, kneading at the muscles there. He paused, looking up at the other.] Tell me how much you want it, Dean.