[He looked up, eyes dark with desire when he felt a hand in his hair. God, those noises he was making...]

[He looked down between their bodies, at the thin piece of fabric left covering him now that Dean's skirt had been hiked up further. He explored more at the now-exposed skin, up Dean's leg, teasing at his inner thighs as Sam's lips returned to pressing kisses over his chest and up his neck.] God, you look good as a girl too, Dean.