"Oh, fuck, yes," Dean breathed. He'd tensed when Morgan had slid down beside him, took a deep breath when he'd leaned close to bite his earlobe. "It's not uh...that I can't say it, so much as I don't know what I'm allowed to do," he admitted. "Like with this...if you were just a guy, right about now I'd be begging for it." He swallowed, his pulse racing. "Or uh...at least have my hand halfway down your pants."