At Eliot's words, Dean let out a very uncharacteristic whimper. He felt like his entire body was on fire with sensation. "Keep talking like that and I just might let you." He groaned, hand tightening around his cock and tugging. "You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Like to pound into me? Drive me into the mattress?" He sucked the scar before kissing his jaw and panting.

He rocked up against his hand, whining slightly and letting his head fall back while arching off the bed.