Sam squirmed, pulled on his arms, bit his lip. Dean’s hands cupped the back of his knee, tenderly stroking the soft skin there while he kissed around and over to his thigh. He breathed hot air over the skin on the inner thigh, watching Sam’s cock ooze slowly. “Come on Sammy.”
Dean…please…
“Please?” He switched to the other leg, all the
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Told you Sammy'd be good! And Dean takes good care of his Sammy!
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You're an evil, evil woman.
Have I mentioned lately that I love you?
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*beams*
*smooshes you*
Thanks Love!
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Even if I never actually meant to write it, and I have a ridiculous number of things I should be writing instead!
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