Sam tastes sweet from the frou-frou girly drink he always orders, more sugar than coffee, and Dean licks it from his mouth as he kisses him, not even caring about the crowded shop around them.
A sheen of sweat glows on her flushed skin, sliding against him as he moves over her, damp heat trapped between their bodies while the sun beats down hot on his back.
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hehe...
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HEH. ;-)
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Hehehe
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