05: [Action] Cherry Pie
[[ooc; Dean and Santana loooool we are so mature]]
[Oh, this is so much better than the Magic Fingers motel bed massager. Dean can count on one hand the number of times he's had a real massage. Rolling his shoulders underneath Santana's ridiculously strong fingers - Fuck, cheerleading must be intense - Dean lets out a little, satisfied groan, eyelids fluttering shut.
And they SNAP open as the hands wander around to his ribcage questioningly.]
...uh. Mix it up?
[He could think of a few things that that singular query stands for. All of them are dirty. Chuckling lowly, the man lifts his arms up just a bit.]
Sweetheart, you're sailing into uncharted territory.
[Oh, this is so much better than the Magic Fingers motel bed massager. Dean can count on one hand the number of times he's had a real massage. Rolling his shoulders underneath Santana's ridiculously strong fingers - Fuck, cheerleading must be intense - Dean lets out a little, satisfied groan, eyelids fluttering shut.
And they SNAP open as the hands wander around to his ribcage questioningly.]
...uh. Mix it up?
[He could think of a few things that that singular query stands for. All of them are dirty. Chuckling lowly, the man lifts his arms up just a bit.]
Sweetheart, you're sailing into uncharted territory.