AAAAAGH so yummy!!! What a wonderful Christmas treat!! And what a clever bit of magic from Cass. ;) WELL DONE!!!
Okay, I’m kinda in a daze of hot. Favorite bits:
A rivulet of ice cold rain water sluices down the middle of Sam’s back and he flinches involuntarily. Dean notices; it’s just how he’s built. (especially love the parallel with how Sam’s built, and the parallel dangers)
They don't get physical that often; both know it's too dangerous. Dangerous; this is dangerous.
“Jesuschrist, that’s fucked up, Cas,” Dean says, and this time his lips brush Sam’s neck and then find the lobe of his ear and bite down just a little.
It’s so wrong that it tears through Sam like molten lava, heating him up to boiling. “Please, Dean,” he moans, because he knows that will do the same to Dean.
“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean croons, encouragement and depravity, and Sam comes, face upturned to the sky and rain water dripping into his open mouth.
That’s all he gets out before Sam goes back to his knees and pulls Cas out. He pauses, looks over at his brother. If Dean doesn’t want him to do this, he won’t; that’s a given. They're in this together, like always. Whatever this is.
It’s not true, though. Dean’s a quick study – or maybe this isn’t his first time after all. They don’t really share well, so there’s more bumping of noses and slurping on Cas’s dick than actual sucking, and at one point Dean’s tongue is in Sam’s mouth instead and Sam can’t help but keep it there for a few minutes, that heat blooming through his body once again.
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Date: 2019-12-15 12:26 am (UTC)Okay, I’m kinda in a daze of hot. Favorite bits:
A rivulet of ice cold rain water sluices down the middle of Sam’s back and he flinches involuntarily. Dean notices; it’s just how he’s built. (especially love the parallel with how Sam’s built, and the parallel dangers)
They don't get physical that often; both know it's too dangerous.
Dangerous; this is dangerous.
“Jesuschrist, that’s fucked up, Cas,” Dean says, and this time his lips brush Sam’s neck and then find the lobe of his ear and bite down just a little.
It’s so wrong that it tears through Sam like molten lava, heating him up to boiling. “Please, Dean,” he moans, because he knows that will do the same to Dean.
“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean croons, encouragement and depravity, and Sam comes, face upturned to the sky and rain water dripping into his open mouth.
That’s all he gets out before Sam goes back to his knees and pulls Cas out. He pauses, looks over at his brother. If Dean doesn’t want him to do this, he won’t; that’s a given. They're in this together, like always. Whatever this is.
It’s not true, though. Dean’s a quick study – or maybe this isn’t his first time after all. They don’t really share well, so there’s more bumping of noses and slurping on Cas’s dick than actual sucking, and at one point Dean’s tongue is in Sam’s mouth instead and Sam can’t help but keep it there for a few minutes, that heat blooming through his body once again.
Agh, molten boiling hot, you’re amazing. <3