Sam knows very well how much Castiel enjoys this, and true to form the fallen angel shudders in anticipation and arousal as he feels Sam's breath ghost over his crack, followed by that wicked tongue, wet and warm. He hides his face in his arms for a moment, cheeks burning not with shame but with delight and need, and then shifts a little, puts a bit more weight on his front and raises his ass up a little, to give Sam easier access.
"Thank you, Sam," he whispers, because he's grateful, humbled by the reward, the care that Sam is bestowing upon him. When the tongue swipes over his entrance again, it clenches, always greedy for more.
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Date: 2014-04-28 01:29 am (UTC)"Thank you, Sam," he whispers, because he's grateful, humbled by the reward, the care that Sam is bestowing upon him. When the tongue swipes over his entrance again, it clenches, always greedy for more.