That is, ultimately, what finishes him as his orgasm is wrung out of him. Dean wants it too and as he shakes and gasps against him, images flash behind his eyes. Pinning Dean down against their bed. Pushing into him. Running his tongue down the ridges of his spine as he fucks into him.
He slumps forward, free hand gripping at the back of Dean's neck as his other hand slides in the mess between their bellies before wrapping around Dean's waist.
"I love you," he breathes, keeping his eyes closed as he comes down, pressing a gentle kiss against Dean's shoulder. In a few minutes he will unchain Dean, clean him up and take him home. But for now, he just soaks up his warmth and the idea that this was a good thing. This felt good. And they can have this again.
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Date: 2013-10-31 05:52 am (UTC)He slumps forward, free hand gripping at the back of Dean's neck as his other hand slides in the mess between their bellies before wrapping around Dean's waist.
"I love you," he breathes, keeping his eyes closed as he comes down, pressing a gentle kiss against Dean's shoulder. In a few minutes he will unchain Dean, clean him up and take him home. But for now, he just soaks up his warmth and the idea that this was a good thing. This felt good. And they can have this again.