Dean grinned when he heard the sigh and the implied request. "What? No orders?" He teased.

He took the phone away a second and quickly shrugged out of his shirt. Then he shifted the phone to hold it between his ear and shoulder while he arched his back and pushed the sweatpants down over his hips and down to his knees. His body was cold still, but he had an idea it was about to warm up quickly.

"You want a story or just moaning?" Dean asked playfully as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and sighed, giving himself a slow, teasing stroke.