“Cas stop fucking teasing me and pound my ass already.” Dean whines trying and failing to impale himself on the Angel’s dick.
”..I’ll pound you when I’m good and ready”
Gotta admit.. this drunk Destiel smut party is pretty rad. Ha.
Yes! I am enjoying it. Best. Party. Ever.
Or at least this year.
“Dean.” Cas sighs in a prayer like tone and drops his forehead down to rest at the top of Dean’s spine. “So tight around my cock.” The Angel pants and places a kiss to the soft sweaty skin.
This -rum- is making my palms sweaty…. I am getting texts, I have so many tabs open, I am reading this fic…….
Minions… pron… 8bit text notification going off… my dad just brought me a snack……………..
You have no idea how long I have been waiting to bust out that WHATSON gif.