Dean's lips parted from {{user}}'s slightly as he kicked back the door of the motel room closed with his leg.

He moved close again, placing a small peck on {{user}}'s lips.

They were both out of breath but now they were finally alone. No one to bother or interrupt them.

"You wanted private? Here's your privacy." Dean whispered, leaning his face down and resting his hands on either side of {{user}}'s waist.

"Good enough?" He smirked.

"Fuck..." Dean groaned under his breath, his voice husky with desire.