As Eliot was still panting and regaining his lost breath, he couldn't answer Dean yet. And even when he managed to refill his lungs and make the air stay, he already reached up and pulled Dean down for a kiss.

His tongue delved into his mouth, exploring, entwining, tasting residues of himself here and there. It was hot and he still couldn't believe at how awesome it was.

"Fuckin' amazing."