“It’s fine isn’t the same as liking it,” Pharm says, his voice a soft murmur in Dean’s ear.
“I don’t mind,” Dean says, a little petulantly, though he does mean it. Sure, it’s not his favourite thing, but it’s not like it hurts…and if Pharm likes to do it, then it’s good. It’s fine. He grabs the fabric of Pharm’s t-shirt, frustrated that there’s cotton under his fingertips when he wants to make Pharm feel how much he loves him. He opens his mouth to explain, but Pharm speaks before he can get the words out.
“I know you don’t, my lovely Dean, my Dean who loves me so much,” He strokes a hand down Dean’s spine and presses kisses into Dean’s neck. “You would endure anything for me.”
Pharm needs to know what Dean likes.