Morgan ran his hands down over Dean's hips, pulling him up slightly, trying to find just the right angle to get the boy to where he needed to be. He was using Dean, using his body, clearly he was. Perhaps they were both using each other, but there was no shame in it, at least not in that moment.
"Fucking come for me than, boy," he growled, feeling the same familiar heat building inside him. Morgan could already imagine the intensity when Dean came tight around him, and he suddenly needed to feel it, more than he could remember needing anything in a long time.