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[loaded_wolf]

Angua got up early to bake, but Dean was still sleeping by the time she came back into the bedroom. Smiling to herself, Angua set the fresh cherry crumble pie on the small dresser next to the bed so that it would be the first thing he smelled upon waking. She shrugged out of her clothes and tunneled under the covers to climb on top of him

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[weary_head]

Dean groaned and twitched his head away, not yet ready to wake to his birthday. He'd been conflicted about it all week. On the one hand, hell, he'd never expected to make it to thirty one. But on the other, the grace period of having just turned thirty was over, and thirty one was old. There might be parts of Dean sure felt old, that didn't mean he was ready for it to be true.

"Can't," he said, but the pie had invaded his nostrils now, and his eyes tried cracking open before she squeezed them shut. "Too middle-aged. Need sleep."

[loaded_wolf]

"Mmm, I don't know, you've still got some stamina left in you," Angua said, reaching down to gently stroke his already half-hard morning erection. "Suppose it might be time to turn you in for a younger model. I hear Draco's turning eighteen."

[weary_head]

"Kid wouldn't know what to do with a dick if it hit him in the face," said Dean. He cracked an eye. Had thought come out right?

"Whatever, I'm old," he said, wriggling all the same against her hand. "I don't have to be funny anymore."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua laughs, stroking her thumb over the head of Dean's cock. "Okay, it sounds like you're going to trade me in for a younger model. Might wanna re-think that, though," she murmurs against his ear. "I don't think Draco would wake you up naked and bake you a pie."

[weary_head]

"Okay, now you're just trying to add years to my life," Dean muttered. He rolled over, caging his gorgeous and aggravating girlfriend inside his sleep heavy limbs. "Mmm," he hummed, rolling his hips lazily against her own. "Thas' better."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua sucked in a breath and grinned, throwing a leg over him. "It is your birthday. It's your day," she said, reaching between them to take his cock in hand. She shifted her hips, positioning the head at her opening, rubbing it against where she was already wet for him. "You have about fourteen hours left to do whatever you want to me."

[weary_head]

Dean exhaled sharply, eyes flying wide to stare down at her. "Jesus, Angua," he said, fighting down a groan. "Should'a woke me up sooner." By a couple hours, too, if the rest of the day was going to go like this.

He wrapped his hand around her thigh, drawing it higher against his body as he sank into her. The pleasure was warm and immediate, sparking right down to his toes. "God," he murmured, mouthing at her throat, pulling his hips back to slide inside again. "Haven't even had my, mmm. Coffee yet."

[loaded_wolf]

"Ohfuck," Angua hissed at being so suddenly filled. She tilted her head back and arched up, locking her leg around his ass to help take him deep. "Get you some," she promised, "get you anything you want if you just keep...nng...this up..."

[weary_head]

"I look like I'm going anywhere?" Dean asked, pressing his teeth light against her throat, following the smooth skin down to her breasts, where he worried at a nipple.

[loaded_wolf]

"Guess I know how to get your attention," Angua said with a breathy laugh. It felt so good with his mouth on her, hips moving slow. For now, it was enough, for now it felt like she could do this for hours.

[weary_head]

Dean pressed slow, lazy kisses beneath each full swell of her breasts, lifting his head to watch her as he sank home again. She was beautiful, same as she ever was but still enough to stutter his heart, blond hair fanning out beneath her on the pillow. Dean tucked his arm around her waist, pulling her up with him as he got onto his knees. "Want to see you," he murmured, eyes still open as he tipped his chin up to kiss her again, urging her back into motion with the hand at her back.

[loaded_wolf]

"Mmm..." Angua moaned softly at the shift, drawing her legs up, knees bent, on either side of him. She wrapped her arms around Dean's shoulders and moved her hips slow, kissing him languorously, sweetly.

"Just lazy," she whispered, sucking at the skin just below the corner of his jaw. "Typical man..."

[weary_head]

"S'my birthday," Dean drawled, catching her hips to bring her up again, burying his face in her throat with a groan when she sank down. "And I'm old."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua tilted her head back, baring her neck to him, eyes half closed from the slow burn deep in her belly, the feel of him pressed to her, filling her.

"Not too old for me, never will be," she said, moving just a little faster, but not much. This position wasn't ideal for it, but it felt too good to tip him back just yet.

[weary_head]

"Good," Dean murmured, tangling his hands in her hair to tip her head back even further, pressing sloppy kisses to her shoulder and neck as she moved. "Seeing as I'm robbing the cradle every time we do this."

[loaded_wolf]

"S'just a testiment to your...mmm...rugged manliness," Angua said, breathless and low. She curled into Dean, cheeks touching, her mouth pressed to his ear. "Besides. It's not like I look like a little girl, do I?"

She nipped at Dean's ear before pushing him back, straddling him with her hands braced on his shoulders, his cock still buried full inside her. She moved her hips, just a little, head hanging. "Hm?"