That should've made Eliot wary that this wasn't the typical one night stand, but his ego was being busily brushed, much like his cock was, and he couldn't fault anyone for wanting him.

And, to be fairly honest, he wanted Dean too. Had been remembering that mouth since he left that night.

When they broke apart, Eliot kissed down Dean's adam's apple and mouthed tenderly over that sensitive spot.

"Well, you have me, hunter." The way he drawled out the word against Dean's voice box was an invitation to sin.