Dean's not sure how they ended up here, won't say the words out-loud but there's heat against his back and bare legs, still slicked with sweat, all mixed up and tangled with his and he can feel the evening out pulse of Cas' heart beating against his skin. He's got bruises on his hips, an ache in his thighs, and his hole is wet and still-stretched wide and open. And when Cas shifts against him, he can feel the press of Cas' spent cock, sticky and warm against the curve of his ass. There's a bite, sharp and sudden and hard against his neck and he jerks his elbow back in instant and automatic surprise only to have Castiel laugh against his skin, "Stop thinking."
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Supernatural: Short Stories
FanfictionA small collection of Supernatural short stories, from romantic flics to lustful smuts
