Eliot made a soft whining noise that even he wasn't aware he was making when Dean started sucking at his scar again. He was just sensitive to Dean playing with that area, he didn't know why.

"And you say you're not gonna kill me," Eliot muttered. He shifted, finally slipping out of the hunter. With a light grimace he yanked the condom off, tied it, then pitched it at the garbage pail under the desk by the wall. His aim was, like always, pretty good.

Laughing softly but still out of breath, he rolled over to spread out beside Dean.