A Musebox

And so, Dean for the first time, did as he was told. Though it did take him an additional second to think through it all, a moment later he was standing himself up, glancing over his shoulder towards the bed. He didn't give himself the option to decide if he could take it, he simply clenched his jaw and turned, easily moving up onto the bed and situating himself so he was settled on hands and knees, head hanging. The position itself made his heart race, but Dean just attempted not to think - not exactly easy when it was all he could do.