"Do you want to know?"
Dean stared at him in offended suspicion.
"You are vile."
"Possibly."
"You're dangling information in front of me while lying over me like this." Dean gestured vaguely with one hand, as if the entire situation could still be described with dignity. "That is not a fair negotiating environment."
Arion did not look even slightly ashamed. "No."
Dean narrowed his eyes harder. "And you still want more sex."
"Yes."
The honesty of it hit far harder than teasing would have.
Dean looked at him for a beat too long, then away, because Arion saying it that simply was somehow worse than all the nuzzling and warm, sinful calm. Worse because there was no performance in it. Just want. Just certainty. Just Arion, still very much not done with him.
"That," Dean muttered, "is a deeply hostile answer to give someone with bite marks in unreasonable places."
