Eliot's shrug was a bit wasted given that his demeanor broke when Dean ended up grabbing his cock. He moaned and ground back against the hunter, hips thrusting lightly to hopefully gain more friction.

"I ain't the one talkin'," he answered just before he shut Dean up quite effectively by kissing him again. When they broke apart, he continued his kissing along Dean's jaw and down his neck, determined to kiss everywhere that he could without having to wiggling down further.

"Can't get 'nough of you," he murmured against the hollow of Dean's throat. His lips found the small lump of the adam's apple and he sucked at it lightly.