He gave a pleased hum at those kisses and raked his fingers through Dean's hair, encouraging more of that when his jeans were down. He shifted a little under the attention, legs parting further. "Never get tired of your mouth, you know."

He paused, looking down. "Not a brilliant cook, myself, but I guess I could give you some pointers if you want'em. Can't have you living off sandwiches and microwave food alone, can I? Though tomorrow, dinner's on me..."