"You dug a bullet outta me and you're 'fraid you're gonna rip somethin' ?" However, Eliot did groan when Dean prematurely put his third finger in. Eliot wasn't complaining though, and he would get used to it soon enough.

"Same here... You're killin' me here," he murmured, moving back and trying to angle himself so he could get his prostate. He knew what Dean was doing, but he didn't try to stop chasing his own pleasure anyway.