"You," Dean rasped, begged, his eyes bright, pupils blown as they met Morgan's. "Fuck, I need you," he breathed, let his head fall back with a sigh. "Please, Master. Fuck me so good, so hard...I need it. Need to come, need to come on your cock...." He felt dizzy, skin damp with sweat, and he shut his eyes, panting as he held on. He didn't know if Morgan was actually stronger than he looked, or just really good at using leverage and gravity to his advantage.