Scorched and Bruised ; Draco Malfoy

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Star jolted awake, not recalling where she was. Reacting instinctively, she seized the nearest object—a lamp—and shattered it into shards. She brandished a jagged fragment against Cas's throat.

Oddly enough, Cas scoffed and pulled her back down. "It's too early."

"Not a morning person are you?" she teased, replicating his words from days ago.

Grumpily, Cas shook his head while he snuggled closer to her. A hard poking sensation met her thigh and she grimaced. She attempted to rise, but Cas swiftly tugged her back down, unwilling to let her go just yet.

"Stay," he grumbled.

"I wanna shower... and I'm hungry," Star protested.

"Who showers in the mornings?"

"Me. Day and night. Now let go."

"No," he whined.

Star groaned and waited for him to slump. When she tried to slip away, Cas—still half-asleep—grabbed her arm and pulled her back, positioning her astride him. Sitting up, he planted a soft kiss on her shoulder and murmured, "Just stay with me, please?"

'Ugh, you clingy fucking wanker.'

As Star shifted on his lap, she felt the friction of his cock rubbing against her clothed warmth. Wide-eyed, she covered her mouth with her palm to stifle a moan as Cas let out a low grunt.

'Fuuuuck.'

"What happened to not shagging?" he smirked, kissing her neck.

"What happened to being a gentleman?"

Pausing, he laid back down with a muttered apology. Cas lifted her off his thighs and placed her on his stomach instead. Then, he laid his head on his arms and sighed. "I don't wanna get up."

"Oh stuff it and get your big fucking dick away from me."

"You know... you've been saying that since we met," Cas smirked, "how would you know if you haven't made sure?"

"Like you don't? Mate, I just felt it poking against me."

He quirked his head and stroked her waist, "Wanna see? You know... just to make sure."

"Alright."

"What—"

"Show me. Go on."

"Uh—"

'He's so fucking easy.'

Star shuffled her way back onto his lap, grabbed the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, and pushed them halfway down his pelvis before he caught her wrists. She laughed, "Feeling shy?"

"I just—I didn't think—I was just—"

Star sniggered, "Just what? Trying to tease me? Aw, Cassy baby, where'd that cocky little attitude go? Could it be because you can't back it up?"

With a frown, he settled against the headboard, arms crossed. "Go on, take a peek."

'Shite.'

"What? Suddenly feeling shy?" Cas leaned in closer, his face inches away from hers. "Can't back it up?"

Star narrowed her eyes at him and gripped the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms tighter. "I know what you're up to."

He smirked, "Is it working?" Then he shook his head, "You don't have to. Honestly, I wasn't—"

"I didn't raise myself to be a bitch," she said with determination. Then, she yanked his bottoms down. She was met by a cock thicker than a can of pop and four Jacobs Ladder piercings running along the underside of the shaft.