Morgan silently prayed for forgiveness, as he gripped Dean tight enough to bruise and started to pound into his willing body. Willing, but still enslaved, as he tried not to remind himself. Even if he had been trying to control himself, there was no way he would have made it through the boy's sinful words, forcing every wet dream solidly into reality.
With the alcohol working it's way through his system, Morgan could feel the control over his telepathy slipping. Once Dean's eyes were shut, his thoughts became too overwhelming for Morgan and he let them wash over him. It was carnal, a montage of come, and bodies, and the pair of them fucking in every position imaginable. It was just so... much.
"Fuck yes, going to make you come so hard," he swore, pounding forward hard enough that he could feel the solid, king sized bed frame shake beneath them.
"Can you come like this? Come just from my cock inside you? Should I make you, Dean? Only let you come if you can?"