"I'll appreciate you plenty in a minute." Dean closed his eyes as Merlin took him in his mouth and moaned softly. He tightened his fingers in his hair but didn't guide him or move him, he held on and let him do whatever he wanted.

Merlin had always been a generous lover, whatever position he took. Never once had he left Dean anything less that satisfied. He had missed that generosity, missed the sweet way Merlin looked after him and missed how cherished it made him feel. He wanted to feel that again so badly.

He breathed out his name and shivered under his attention. Dean breathed through his mouth, not quite panting but close. "More, please."