His breath caught when he felt Dean's hand on him and he tipped his head back against the cushion of the couch. He moaned out lowly at the rubbing, hips bucking up in an attempt to get more. "Mm, you still want a little sample, huh?"

Leaning up, he spoke against Dean's ear, "I'm gonna put that collar on you and send you upstairs... and I don't want just that. You'll make us a drink and wait on your knees for me while I decide just what I want to do with you. Want you to stay quiet until I give you permission otherwise. Understand?"