It was unexpected, but when Eliot heard Dean's growl, he was suddenly very turned on. Eliot found himself keening softly such that it rumbled against Dean's throat.

He wanted more and all this kissing only whetted his appetite.

"I'm healin' up fine. Stop treatin' me like spun glass." He moved down and went to attack Dean's throat with a pleased growl. His hips lowered and pressed against Dean's leg to show him what else was pleased.