"Just wonderin' how hard up you were for this," Dean mutters, "Seein' how bad you were achin' for it tonight."

He feels the wandering hand, and his own clamps around his wrist, holding it still.

"Ah, ah, now you're just gettin' ahead of yourself there, buddy. Did I ever say I was gonna take it up the ass?" He pauses, grinning with an extra hard grind. "Not without some convincin' first."