His breath stutters as Benny shoves his hand inside his hands. So close. Dean can't stop the impatient growl as he nips at his shoulder. It takes a minute for his warning to sink in, however and Dean leans back, catching his face in his hands.

Damnit, he's no good at this, but with Benny at least it's a little easier. Fangs or no fangs, he's important to Dean. "'s okay. I trust you." With everything.

The moment done, Dean pushes into his hand with a breathless sound of want. "Too many clothes, man."