So he managed it. There might have been a touch of disappointment since he'd been looking forward to teasing Dean through dinner and for however long after, but that was outweighed at how Dean looked when it hit. His hand stayed firmly over his mouth to muffle any noise and his other arm curled around Dean's waist to keep him upright as he kept pounding into him.

When he came, he bit at Dean's neck to keep himself quiet, grinding hard up against him. Fuck. Even if he'd gotten off plenty today, this still hit him surprisingly hard. His hips slowed to a stop and he panted against the back of his neck.

"You know, you're still going to have to wear this plug through dinner, right?" He murmured, teasingly.