( he certainly wouldn't deny that. their romps were nothing short of worth the time that spanned between. dean wasn't a stranger to casual hookups, nor was he to spending more than one night with the same woman—it came with too many complications. but as it stands, she's mixed up in those complications herself, so it makes it all a little easier, a little more thoughtless.
he hears that little bite to her breath, how it stutters at the back of her throat before she allows herself to settle back against the wooden chair. he can't help but to think how he wouldn't mind fucking her against it, but he'll blame that on her own devilish touch finding a way to work his cock without even directly getting her hands on it. he's already started to stiffen, sure she can feel the way he swells against that damned nail dragging down along the fabric of his briefs.
it's when her touch catches at the tip that he sees little sparks of white, lip furling subtly enough that it'd appear no more than an in-thought tick.
truthfully, he has no idea what the hell they're talking about, and at the moment, he doesn't care. he keeps that pressure at her clit, breaking the momentum only to dip that fingertip lower, pressing only half an inch or so inside of her through the thin layer of her panties, before it slides back. he's practiced enough to know that steadiness and consistency wins the race he's currently bargaining for, rolling his touch right over that bundle of nerves. )
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he hears that little bite to her breath, how it stutters at the back of her throat before she allows herself to settle back against the wooden chair. he can't help but to think how he wouldn't mind fucking her against it, but he'll blame that on her own devilish touch finding a way to work his cock without even directly getting her hands on it. he's already started to stiffen, sure she can feel the way he swells against that damned nail dragging down along the fabric of his briefs.
it's when her touch catches at the tip that he sees little sparks of white, lip furling subtly enough that it'd appear no more than an in-thought tick.
truthfully, he has no idea what the hell they're talking about, and at the moment, he doesn't care. he keeps that pressure at her clit, breaking the momentum only to dip that fingertip lower, pressing only half an inch or so inside of her through the thin layer of her panties, before it slides back. he's practiced enough to know that steadiness and consistency wins the race he's currently bargaining for, rolling his touch right over that bundle of nerves. )