[ficlet] Untitled (Supernatural; Destiel)
"Untitled"
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Destiel
Rating: mature
Prompt: Destiel: alleyway
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As age made it more and more difficult for Dean to adapt to their life on the road the way he had when he was younger (sleeping in the impala was simply not possible anymore, when even certain types of too-thin motel mattresses made his back stiffen up and ache for days), he was more grateful than ever to be screwing Castiel.
Cas’ inhuman strength easily supported Dean’s weight against the brick wall of the building opposite to the bar they’d just exited, the angel clutching at Dean’s ass in one hand and circling his waist with the other, keeping him steady in a position which didn’t only hold him up up also accomplished the feat of angling both men’s hips exactly right for Cas’ cock to rub against Dean’s prostate on every thrust.
Dean groaned into Cas’ hair, spreading his legs even wider as the angel didn’t even shift his grip to accommodate the change in their position. He might be getting older, but he wasn’t too old to appreciate a good, fast fuck in an alleyway. And if the position wasn’t exactly considerate of his back, who the fuck cared, right?
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Destiel
Rating: mature
Prompt: Destiel: alleyway
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As age made it more and more difficult for Dean to adapt to their life on the road the way he had when he was younger (sleeping in the impala was simply not possible anymore, when even certain types of too-thin motel mattresses made his back stiffen up and ache for days), he was more grateful than ever to be screwing Castiel.
Cas’ inhuman strength easily supported Dean’s weight against the brick wall of the building opposite to the bar they’d just exited, the angel clutching at Dean’s ass in one hand and circling his waist with the other, keeping him steady in a position which didn’t only hold him up up also accomplished the feat of angling both men’s hips exactly right for Cas’ cock to rub against Dean’s prostate on every thrust.
Dean groaned into Cas’ hair, spreading his legs even wider as the angel didn’t even shift his grip to accommodate the change in their position. He might be getting older, but he wasn’t too old to appreciate a good, fast fuck in an alleyway. And if the position wasn’t exactly considerate of his back, who the fuck cared, right?