The slick-slide of fingers inside him made him shudder, fingers clenching in the Fae's hair as he moaned shamelessly against his mouth. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, hips moving of their own volition to push back against the intrusion, take him deeper. It burned, even with lubrication, but at this point Dean was too far gone to care. "Fuck, yes, I need...c'mon, Morgan, Master, please."