"You are so damn destructive." He grumbles against his mouth before he's breaking the kiss, lips pressing down Dean's jaw line in an easy trail, and he nuzzles in against his neck nipping and sucking at skin there even as his breathing starts to grow a little heavier, a little erratic as that hand touches and strokes him just how he needs it, and he's not sure he could do a better job with his own hand. It's just a testament to how long they've been doing this, how well they know each other.

His own hand squeezes a little tighter, grows a little more insistent in it's strokes. Patience isn't his best virtue after all, and he would really prefer that they finish this before Tuck shows back up.