[ Oh my god Dean Winchester, what does Castiel see in you. ]
Dean...
[ Castiel groans against Dean's lips, a deep, growly reprimand for making light of something as monumentally precious as his dick his soul, but also tinted with neediness and growing desperation as Dean's cock throbs under the squeeze of his hand, and Dean's still teasing him instead of fucking him with those fingers. It's unfair, and Castiel is about to shove Dean into the mattress and fuck himself on Dean's cock if he doesn't take the encouragement for what it is and get the light touch of those fingers deep into him fucking quickly. ]
i can't believe you just called cas' balls wrinkly and i didn't even get an SAT word for it
Dean...
[ Castiel groans against Dean's lips, a deep, growly reprimand for making light of something as monumentally precious as
his dickhis soul, but also tinted with neediness and growing desperation as Dean's cock throbs under the squeeze of his hand, and Dean's still teasing him instead of fucking him with those fingers. It's unfair, and Castiel is about to shove Dean into the mattress and fuck himself on Dean's cock if he doesn't take the encouragement for what it is and get the light touch of those fingers deep into him fucking quickly. ]