"S'good," Dean agreed, and quickly stripped his t-shirt over his head before going to work on Morgan's clothing, hands a little clumsy in their eagerness, just like his mouth, which demanded another kiss. He hadn't been lying earlier, when he'd told Morgan he honestly didn't know what he was allowed to do in this situation. It was a relief to be able to treat this like just another hookup. "Fuck, you feel good. Is this like, a Fae thing? Fuck."