Considering what Dean was doing, Eliot would have a condition if he didn't react to what the hunter was doing. It was very obvious when Dean found his prostate considering how he suddenly jerked up against the whole bed. His hands on the sheets clenched tightly and he spasmed, precum spilling out from having the gland stimulated.

"Ah fuck!" he cried, breaking down into a moan and closing his eyes. He opened them quickly again though, not wishing to miss seeing how Dean's lips were wrapped around his cock.

"You're killin' me here."