Eliot's legs nearly jellified when he Dean's teeth sank into the old mark. Whatever it was, it passed when Dean moved away.

He blamed it on Dean hitting some nerve spot as he followed after the hunter, his own shirt yanked off and thrown over a chair long before he reached where the other waited at the bed.

"You bet I can," he growled low as he tackled the man onto the bed. He took it easy on the hunter though, this was more of a heated tackle, one of desperation and need and had their hard groins rubbing against each other behind the shield of thick denim.

And as he supported himself with one hand over Dean's form, his other was trying to reach down and run its way across Dean's exposed skin. He leaned down and kissed along Dean's neck, down his collar bone and trying to kiss wherever his mouth took him.