[ frowns when the hand moves away, reaching up to catch his wrist and bring it back to his temple. ]

Perhaps I was too flippant. I said that with true intent, Dean. Tell me what you like. [ he runs his palm up dean's forearm, stroking up to the elbow and back to the hand in his hair. ] "Finesse it"? Should I tease you? [ bends his head again to blow warm air over the flesh he's already made wet. ] Should I kiss you, here, as I do your mouth? [ follows through with his threat, broad lips wrapping in a puckered kiss around the side of the shaft. ]