Dean barks in surprise at the sudden invasion, body slick but still it burns, a perfect counterpoint of pain to the too sweet drag against his prostate. He gulps down air, losing whatever oxygen he had when fingers slide around his cock, stroking it in counterpoint to the tongue and finger reaching into him.
"Fuck," Dean grinds out, and even if he weren't bound it'd be hopeless to resist this much relentless pleasure. He closes his eyes and hears hold you down and fuck you, feels Castiel push into him and imagines it's not his finger but his cock, and Dean is gone, screaming his orgasm into the dark ceiling above him.
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Date: 2013-10-31 05:13 am (UTC)"Fuck," Dean grinds out, and even if he weren't bound it'd be hopeless to resist this much relentless pleasure. He closes his eyes and hears hold you down and fuck you, feels Castiel push into him and imagines it's not his finger but his cock, and Dean is gone, screaming his orgasm into the dark ceiling above him.