[ If anyone asked whether or not he liked how demanding the nerdy angel could be even with the sounds he's making, Dean would have denied it to the grave. But he really does like it, chuckling a little against the mouth plastered to his when he feels that tug on his clothes. Insistent, at least, and he bites at Cas' lip before he draws back to pull the tee over his head. Undressing is a pain in the ass when he needs to be naked yesterday, but it's not so bad with a warm, willing body under his. ]
S'plenty of time to do this, Cas. [ He'd make time if there wasn't. Dean licks down the slope of the angel's exposed neck, grinding down. ] What's it gonna be?
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S'plenty of time to do this, Cas. [ He'd make time if there wasn't. Dean licks down the slope of the angel's exposed neck, grinding down. ] What's it gonna be?
[ Tell him what you want. ]