It was all Morgan needed to take the next step, the knowledge that Dean might want the same thing that was so horribly tempting to him. Morgan slid off of the sofa, and onto the floor next to the boy.
"Doesn't want to... what, Dean?" he asked, leaning in to capture the lobe of the slave's ear between his teeth, for just a moment.
"Doesn't want me to fuck him? Is that what you mean? You don't seem like the kind of guy who can't bring himself to say it."
Or do it, Morgan silently hoped. It had been so long, and Dean was so beautiful. Morgan wanted little more in that moment, than to press him down against the floor, and make him squirm with pleasure.