[He nipped at him lightly, playfully.] There's not going to be a room in my house that I can walk into without remembering this, man... [Okay, still the kitchen, but that was just the one room. His breath hitched when Dean started meeting his thrusts, pushing slightly harder into him at those words.] God, Dean... you better. I mean it, man. [he shouldn't want that, but he did. Maybe later he'd want to bury the memory of this as far down as he could, but right now he wanted it, wanted Dean calling him up, wanting him, needing him.]