[He shouldn't be doing this, not here in broad daylight. Maybe there weren't a lot of people around, but if anyone happened to look in? How could they not know what was going on here?]

[The way Dean looked, the way his breath hitched... It sent a shiver down his spine and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop just like that. He kept moving his palm over the other, his own breath coming in heavier, a soft noise leaving his throat.] What about now? What would you do if I stopped now?

[Like he even could. He couldn't even imagine it. The coffee idea was probably definitely out by now.]