[Dean was finally in as far as he could go and god, it was hard to think beyond how he felt buried to the hilt in him, let alone focus on anymore teasing. Right now anyway. He nipped at the other's lower lip when they parted from the kiss.] Dean, man, move.

[His hands smoothed over what they could reach, just wanting to touch, to keep Dean close. He could deal with any leftover discomfort, but he needed more now. He leaned up, turning his head to speak against the other's ear.] And yeah - that's... that's an order.