"Dean..." He whined, reaching up to hold onto Dean's shoulders. He didn't think he could stand much more though and eventually, despite every bit of him that didn't want to, he was letting out a soft plea. "Dean, oh god, please... I can't--"

He was overheated and sensitive, each pounding thrust drawing out a whine or a whimper, making him buck up or writhe, and he just didn't know how much more he could take.