"Keep your hands on the ground," he pants, abruptly pulling his fingers out to slam Dean's hand back down. "Do not touch yourself, either. I want to take care of you."
In a few swift moves he lines himself up and pushes forward, not yet with the force Dean wants but with no hesitation. It is, as always, disorienting and the closest thing to flying he has found. It is better because he is with Dean.
He lets out a hoarse shout, giving no thought to any distant neighbors as his fingers dig into Dean's hips.
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Date: 2014-07-30 03:33 am (UTC)In a few swift moves he lines himself up and pushes forward, not yet with the force Dean wants but with no hesitation. It is, as always, disorienting and the closest thing to flying he has found. It is better because he is with Dean.
He lets out a hoarse shout, giving no thought to any distant neighbors as his fingers dig into Dean's hips.