Rather than answer, Lindsey leaned forward and captured that turned head in a fervent kiss. His hand slowed in its pumping as his attention transferred to a battle of tongues with his newly turned childe before he finally pulled back with a wider grin.

"Alright," he whispered. With how many times Dean told him to, Lindsey couldn't find it in himself to deny it anymore. He took the bar of soap and slicked himself up again, then took some more so he could slip two fingers into Dean's ass. He wiggled them briefly before one finally found the prostate inside.