The thing about Dean is he's vanilla. He's not into the rough stuff, never really tried it. The kinkiest thing he's ever done were those twins down in Alabama and wear Rhonda Hurley's panties. That's pretty much it. He's always preferred the gentler sides of sex, nice and slow, real easy and soft. It's been his thing, he liked touching and exploring and taking his time. It was nice to just block out the world with gentle pleasure and get lost in the warmth and sensations that someone else could provide. Considering Dean, most found this shocking.
Now Sam, well, Sam's a different story. The soft hearted giant with the floppy bangs and puppy dog eyes, everyone always expected him to be the sweet and slow lover. What they didn't consider was the quiet anger that always ran under the younger brother's skin. The hush of rage that followed his every step and maybe that's why he liked it rough. He loved it fast and hard, the kind that left scratches and bruises, the type of lay where you wake up the next day alone but with the greatest kind of ache. It was his favorite thing to do to, leave his mark on them so they would never forget the rush, the excitement he could bestow upon them like none other.
But Dean never saw that coming with Sam, he thought that once they finally owned up to this thing between them, they would be on the same page when it came to bedroom activities. He figured he'd be the more creative out of them. Not that he's complaining, he's the farthest thing from complaining. It's just, he wished he could go back to see the look of shock on his face when Sam just kind of pounced him. All vicious licks and nips and demanding hands pressing him into the wall, he assumed his expression must have been somewhat comical before it melted under the heady weight of his brother's attention.
He remembered waking up with a soft groan because he hurt everywhere. His thighs screamed and his arms refused to listen to reason, and don't even get him started on his ass. But at the same time he woke up so damn happy he couldn't really give two shits about how much he misjudged dear Sammy's skills in bed. Knew exactly how to use his large hands and strength, where and how to touch to drive one simply mad from ecstasy. And boy, wasn't his little brother just creative. Dean hadn't heard of even half the positions Sam came up with, each one new and adventurous and made his body just explode with very nice, very much appreciated pleasurable feelings.
Now that Dean was awake enough to be coherent he could find the humor in how Sam didn't even bat an eye at half the things he suggested to Dean. These things seeming second nature to his little brother and Dean would most certainly have to needle it out how he came across all these creative ideas. It was a little bit downing though, considering as the eldest he was supposed to have more knowledge in the sexual arts, because compared to Sam? He was nothing more than a damn beginner. At least it had some good, like for instance, he now had a whole plethora of new things to try. And maybe he could show Sammy the ropes of just taking it nice and easy. Instead of being all taketaketake, which seems to be his one setting, Sam could learn to be gentle and slow, how Dean preferred it.
Not to say that last night's mindset didn't make him a very happy man, it would be something new he could show his very creative little brother. Which would be returned tens fold no doubt, and then some, but you wouldn't find Dean complaining any.