Deans kissing Sam. Yeah. Thats what's it called.
He has his hands on each side of Sams face, his mouth moving in slow wet slides.
Sams like putty. You play with it just right and it does what ever the fuck you want.
Sam's panting into Deans mouth, hands pawing at the material of Deans shirt.
"God, Sammy, not even started yet and-" Dean groans, sliding a hand down Sams neck, over his chest and down to Sams crotch. "You're already hard...".
"Deaaaan" Sam whines, his hips snapping up against Deans hand.
"What, baby boy?" Dean smirks as he slowly begins to palm Sam through his denim jeans.
Deans lips trail down over Sams cheek then the curve of his jaw, biting and and sucking ligtly, knowing it'll drive him crazy. "P-Please...Big brother..." Sam pants, his fists curling into the Deans t-shirt.
"Give it time..." Dean mutters and sinks his teeth into the soft skin of Sams neck, feeling Sam jerk beneath him.