"Pretty fond of it myself," says Dean. He drags his hands over Castiel's thighs, callouses catching at his skin. He lets himself savor the feel of him, those fine, curling hairs, the warmth against his fingertips, and then he reaches back to grip the headboard. "How about you angel me up a tie. A blue one, like you used to wear?"
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Date: 2015-02-13 05:10 am (UTC)