[A whimper escaped him when Sam's fingers withdrew. He was getting into it. But, he knew what was coming next would be better. He climbed up onto his knees and crawled over to his brother when he was called and, okay, maybe he liked being ordered around a little more than he should. Not much he could -- or even wanted to -- do about it now.]

[He straddled Sam, arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. Wiggled up against him, panting raggedly against Sam's lips when the kiss ended.] Sammy... want you.