I was talking to
poisontaster while working on my
yuletide fic, and we were bemoaning the lack of truly dirtybadwrong porn in our lives.
So, I have resolved (hush, I know it's not New Year's yet! *G*) to fix that. Today. Right now. All weekend. As long as you want. We'll keep this going until the post can't take any more comments.
pez_gurl if you can't keep up archiving,
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If he's told Dean once he's told him a hundred times: good as fucking in the Impala might sound, it's not physically possible given the length of limbs plus body mass.
Can't happen.
But as his fingers scrabble in vain over the back of the passenger seat for some kind of purchase, any kind, and then on the smooth leather of the back seat, still with no luck… with Dean's lips hotwetnasty around his cock, head bobbing up and down, drool and pre-come oozing from the corners of his mouth… with the wicked light in his eyes that keep meeting Sam's, goading him, daring him… with all that, Sam thinks maybe there's a few things that the laws of physics don't account for.
Hot damn, don't they ever.
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The only other thing I could think of was a hair scrunchy, which, while it could be interesting in its various uses, kept cracking me up.
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