Daniel remembered that cock well. Sex with Johnny had always been intense. It was great sex - some of the best sex Daniel had ever had - but it was intense. Daniel and Johnny had fucked like they fought - throwing everything into it.
He carded his fingers through Dean's hair, tugging lightly, but not holding tight enough that Dean couldn't pull away if he wanted to. Daniel hated it when people held his head in place so he always tried not to do it to others. But there was no way he was missing out on stroking Dean's hair. The guy had nice hair, okay? Sue him.
His free hand pressed against the roof of the car as he fought the urge to thrust into that wet willing mouth or press down on those oh so skilled fingers. "Fuck, Dean... feels so good," he praised between moans.