Dean reached for the lube, sliding his fingers free and slicking his cock quickly. He arched up, fingers around the base of his cock and rubbing against Eliot's before guiding him down with a hand on his hip. He groaned, head pressing back against the pillows. "Jesus fuckin' christ, Eliot!" He rolled his hips slowly, pulling him down for another kiss.

"This what you wanted, man?" He smirked before moving down his throat again, tugging his head back and latching onto his throat just beneath his adam's apple, growling loudly as he shifted his hips and snapping back inside him almost roughly.