Morgan slid his arms down, until he could wrap his hand around each of Dean's forearms. With a tight grasp, he used the leverage to slowly push and pull in and out of Dean's body. Even as they were slow, the thrusts were deep and the sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, each time he pressed forward.
"What do you need, baby," he said, his voice crooning and smooth. It was almost teasing, letting out all the parts of Morgan that he tried to hide away.