"Dean," he gasps, fingers digging too hard into the meat of his hip as he slams forward, free hand wrapping around Dean's shoulder to pull him back.

"Tell me that you love me," he demands, needing to hear the words after the strange night they've had, needing to hear them as they fuck in the shadows of their future home. His hips roll, pressing hard as he put more and more pressure on Dean's back, wanting him spread wider, wanting to somehow be closer. "Please say it."