Dean groaned, arching up beneath Eliot as he hook a leg around his hip, forcing him to grind down hard. He tilted his head slightly to give the man easier access to his throat, dragging blunt nails down his back. "Fuck, Eliot..."

He forced a hand between them, fingers deftly popping the button on the man's jeans before pushing his hand inside to cup his cock. "Might have me down now..." He growled, turning his head to mumble hotly into his ear. "But I'm still going to fuck you until you can't move."

He bit down hard, growling again. "Make you fucking fall apart, just for me."