Dean yelps for the sting, Castiel's lips nearly as punishing as the teeth that preceded them, and pants his assent into the ground. "You know I do," he gasps, maneuvered as easily as a doll in Castiel's hands, "Please, Cas." He's so full, Cas dragging along his prostate with every stroke already, and still Dean needs more. "Please."
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Date: 2014-08-03 11:24 pm (UTC)