"With dumb hair and bad breath?" Dean asks, but his protests dissolve into another groan, hips hitching forward into Castiel's loose hold. Tangling his fingers in Castiel's hair, Dean pulls his head to the side, biting lazily along the tendon while he thrusts. After a while he hums, rising up on an elbow. "Where's the lube?"
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Date: 2014-02-08 09:49 pm (UTC)