[Dean's eyes locked with Sam's, desire twisting low in his belly at the look in his brother's eyes. Rhythmic whimpers caught in his throat, each in time with the motion of Sam's hand on his cock. His one hand continued stroking Sam's face softly while the other moved to his own hip, thumb rubbing over the mark Sam left there. Every time he touched it, a jolt went through him.]

Sammy... not gonna... last long, dude. If you've got plans... fuck... we should get on 'em. Soon.