[He let out a low groan at the teeth over his skin, arching against the other.] God... you really want to hear them? [he bit his lower lip, trying to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks.] This'd be for tomorrow, man, but... I was thinking of slipping in while you're in the shower in the morning and ah - [dammit, he wished he was better at this and maybe that Dean's mouth wasn't stealing his focus a little too much. His voice went quiet, breath hitching every time Dean found some particularly sensitive spot.] getting down on my knees... and sucking you off so the feel of my mouth on you is the freshest thing on your mind when you get in the car.