"Dean," he breathed when the other's hand slid into his jeans, hips bucking up for a moment, letting out a soft groan. It was a thin layer between them, but the boxers were a little irritating. But he was the one who made a fuss about waiting.

Didn't mean he couldn't shift away from Dean for a moment until he was settled on his knees and facing him, reaching over to undo his jeans to slip inside. "Let's see how easy you find it to wait with my hand on your dick, dude."