Dean's body was so snug around two fingers, and then a third, that organ barely had room to twist them. It was faster than they should be moving, but neither of them slowed down.
"Yeah," Morgan groaned, pulling his fingers free, the moment that Dean muttered Master. He knew that ti shouldn't arouse him to hear it. It was against everything he had worked for, but fuck it, it did. He shifted Dean's legs up, parting them over his own thighs, and then lined himself up. Just as he had guessed, the press inside the boy's willing body was eye-crossingly tight, and Morgan gave a soft, low moan.