[By the time Dean had taken his finger into his mouth, Sam couldn't have stopped the quiet moan that left him if his life had depended on it. He pushed himself to sit up, holding himself up with his free hand as his lips grazed over the other's jaw.] Starting to think - you can make anything look hot, dude.

[and he knew that was going to go straight to his ego, but it came out before he'd thought the better of it.]