Eliot released a throaty noise and reached down to slap at Dean's hands lightly. If the hunter kept on playing like this, he'd get hard and then where would they be?

"Stop gettin' handsy," he rebuked though he chuckled at the compliments.

"Yeah, aside from not rippin' you to shreds or gettin' shot in self defense.... I want the chance to shut you up." He turned so he could beam a shit eating grin back at Dean.