It took Eliot three times to properly roll the condom onto Dean, each attempt thwarted by the hunter brushing his prostate. He was being played like a well fitted instrument and damn if his moans didn't come in various notes.

Now it was a desperate tone as he started rocking down onto those fingers to encourage them a bit.

"That a comment on my temp or my appearance?" Eliot inquired arrogantly as he gave Dean's ear a lick while the hunter was obsessed with his shoulder. The groaned again, but one hand reached up to caress the back of Dean's neck in encouragement of the bites.