[ He tips his hips against Cas' thigh with a little groan, breathy against the angel's lips, savoring the taste of him, the heat of hands on his hips. Cas is like a drug in his veins, pulling him in, twisting him up in a new addiction.
Dean finds that he's just fine with being swept into Cas' chaos, reveling in it, finding purpose in the loss of sanity. ]
You'll be singing hymns by the time I'm done with you.
[ He shifts his weight to brae against the backseat, sliding a hand down between them, roughly tugging at Cas' pants, pulling at the waistband. ]
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Dean finds that he's just fine with being swept into Cas' chaos, reveling in it, finding purpose in the loss of sanity. ]
You'll be singing hymns by the time I'm done with you.
[ He shifts his weight to brae against the backseat, sliding a hand down between them, roughly tugging at Cas' pants, pulling at the waistband. ]
Take these off.