Dean thinks that maybe Cas' lips were always meant to be stretched like this, swollen and red and wrapped-wide around the head of his cock- the blue of Cas' eyes a sliver of colour against the blown-black of his pupils, looking up at Dean from under thick, dark lashes. And Cas slides forward on his knees and mouths his way further down the shape of Dean's cock- leaking wet and hot against his tongue, takes him to the back of his mouth until his throat clenches around the thick salt-sweet length of Dean.
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Supernatural: Short Stories
FanfictionA small collection of Supernatural short stories, from romantic flics to lustful smuts
