Dean laughed low and like liquid velvet, his eyes vivid green as he looked at Sam. God, he was so turned on by his brother and he didn't think it was fair they were made to do this when they weren't really supposed to, but then Heaven's design always did screw them over thoroughly.
"You get on that, okay?" He chuckled a little more and finally reached to turn off the shower, deciding he didn't want to prune up any further. It just wasn't sexy. "How do you want me? Facing you or...?" He was pretty sure he was blushing but the heat of the water was enough to, hopefully, disguise that.
This would be so much easier if they could find a bed or get down on the floor, but the idea of being fucked up a wall made Dean's skin tingle.