[His breath caught when he felt her hand come around his cock, feeling oversensitive and no--he wasn't sure if he could get hard again just yet, but he was definitely going to let her try anyway.]

[his eyes were wide, locked on hers as she spoke. God, yes. His fingers moved faster inside of her, curling inside her. If he couldn't fuck her properly yet, he could give her something and Dean always said she loved the way he used his fingers, right?] Oh God... Dean... so damn perverted, you know that? [His lips quirked up.] Sounds good though... can see you bent over your car, begging me for it...

[His lips parted obediently when she licked at him, moaning helplessly as her tongue met and mingled with his, the way she whimpered when it ended and the way he had to chase her, give her a lower lip a light nip and tug and God--] Dean... [He practically moaned her name as he tilted his head, kissing her roughly.] Is that what you want? Think you could make it a full night with that thing inside you? We could go to dinner... go back to that club. Make a night of it. [God, he'd promise her anything... even if he should know by now Dean had no qualms getting him to make good on those promises...]