[He'd added a third finger as soon as he thought Dean could take it, looking up at him when he felt his brother's hands in his hair. He'd never get sick of how Dean griped at him, he didn't think or how husky his voice was in situations like this... god.] Going to give you whatever you want, Dean...

[He slowly withdrew his fingers, reaching for one of the condoms he'd put out - for all his earlier complaints about Dean coming prepared, he was pretty grateful for them now. Putting it on and adding more lube to himself, he was moving away from Dean, settling on the other end of the couch.]

Come on, come here, Dean...