Dean makes a sound like he's dying, and for a moment, the only sound of assent that follows is the sharp intake of his breath, each tiny shuddering exhale staccato sharp against her skin. "Want that," he growls into her throat, "want you."
Shoving his boxers down, he stills her hand on him as gently as he can with trembling fingers, so close already that if she keeps touching him, he's gonna go off. "Wanted you forever, god, Faye," he groans, lined up and ready though he doesn't slide home, some part of him afraid that somehow, in the next moment, this delirious fantasy will be gone. "Make it so good for you, I promise, just let me," he gasps, "Let me, let me - "
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Date: 2011-10-11 02:59 am (UTC)Shoving his boxers down, he stills her hand on him as gently as he can with trembling fingers, so close already that if she keeps touching him, he's gonna go off. "Wanted you forever, god, Faye," he groans, lined up and ready though he doesn't slide home, some part of him afraid that somehow, in the next moment, this delirious fantasy will be gone. "Make it so good for you, I promise, just let me," he gasps, "Let me, let me - "