[God, he was glad to finally be back behind closed doors, free to do whatever he wanted. He gave an eager moan into that kiss, rolling his hips against Dean... or at least trying to. Dean kind of distracted him with the demand for him to undress.]

[He nodded, moving to tug his shirt up over his head at the tug, tossing it aside carelessly before his fingers went to fumble with his jeans... which seemed ten times more difficult than it should be, but he couldn't focus.] Dean...