Eliot shuddered at the feeling of Dean's hot breath caressing the shell of his ear. It would unmake him if Dean kept this up, and Eliot could not recall the last time he was so turned on, not since his teenage years in high school.

"Won't break you- !" He gasped at the second finger's intrusion, making a low nasal tone that echoed like a whine against the hollow where Dean's neck met shoulder.

"Who's gonna fuck me if you're broken? ...damnit, Dean, hurry..." He closed his eyes and tried to push back against Dean's fingers.