Eliot took it easy though, keeping his word to make it enjoyable for the hunter. The two fingers went in and out of Dean slowly, scissoring only when he felt Dean ready for it and making sure to keep the man distracted by brushes on the prostate and licks around his cock head.

The only time that Eliot pulled back was when he felt Dean starting to get close, at which he stopped all movements and moved up to kiss him instead.

"Gonna fuck you nice and slow," he promised as a breath against the hunter's lips, "and make you writhe under me. You're gonna enjoy it, Dean. I won't hurt you."