"Yes Dean," he says, drawing his now bare legs up, dropping his hand down to Dean's chest to pin him to the bed. With a thought, the fingers of his free hand are slick with lube and reaching around to begin a shorter prep than usual.

"I like this position," he breathes, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he shoves two fingers in quickly and artlessly. "I like your attention on me. I only like your attention on me. I like watching you underneath me."