Dean looks up at her, color high in his cheeks and pupils blown wide as he stares, so turned on he's nearly uncomprehending. He gets with the program though, wipes the back of his hand against his mouth and stands to meet her.

"Like the way you sound," he murmurs, and fuck, he might as well just tell her he likes everything, because his body's not exactly making it a secret. He's so hard he's lightheaded, and even the smallest brush of her body against the tent in his boxers makes him want to die. He tries to be gentle, but he wants her so much, and when Dean kisses her it's hard and hungry.