Dean's method of getting out of the conversation was a good one, so good that Eliot couldn't even protest it one bit. He merely groaned and revealed his throat to his Alpha, signifying his surrender and acceptance of the other's spot.
What it didn't do was prevent him from reaching down and grabbing Dean's ass.
"You need to get outta these clothes..." he moaned at the strokes. "No one else's gonna walk in on us, right?"
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Date: 2013-04-26 08:50 am (UTC)What it didn't do was prevent him from reaching down and grabbing Dean's ass.
"You need to get outta these clothes..." he moaned at the strokes. "No one else's gonna walk in on us, right?"