"Cas, I'd like you in a damn sack," Dean replies, a furrow between his brows as he pops the button on Castiel's jeans, dragging the zipper down so he can grab him through his boxers.
"There we go," he murmurs appreciatively, Castiel's length hot and straining against his hand even through the cloth. "You sure you don't want my mouth a bit?"
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Date: 2014-07-29 04:20 am (UTC)"There we go," he murmurs appreciatively, Castiel's length hot and straining against his hand even through the cloth. "You sure you don't want my mouth a bit?"