Dean should be proud that he was making even a werewolf pant in exertion. Eliot growled into the kiss, his breathing coming out even more ragged as he was forced to breathe through his nose although he slowed considerably in pumping himself on Dean.

He moaned when they broke apart. His tongue flicked out in an attempt to catch Dean's as he started picking up his pace again.

"D-damnit, Dean... so fuckin' close..."