[ He feels good - hot, tight. Weirdly already slick, but Dean figures that's just par for the course here. Course, he's fairly sure he isn't fucking an asshole down there but, yeah. His dicks doing all the thinkin', and it's wrapped nice and snug and tight and the feeling drags another groan out of him, free hand cupping the back of his head, fingers twisting in dark hair.
Another one slips out when he's bitten, a hiss between his lips, and he rocks into him hard and sharp, ducking his head to return the favor, dragging his teeth over warm skin, sinking down. He feels a little like an animal himself - normally he doesn't go hog-wild in the bedroom, preferring to take his time, really get to know his partners body, but there's a helplessness that comes with the scent of this man, and he can't seem to control the pace. His strokes are long, dragging out then plunging back in, fucking into him right against the wall in an alley. ]
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Another one slips out when he's bitten, a hiss between his lips, and he rocks into him hard and sharp, ducking his head to return the favor, dragging his teeth over warm skin, sinking down. He feels a little like an animal himself - normally he doesn't go hog-wild in the bedroom, preferring to take his time, really get to know his partners body, but there's a helplessness that comes with the scent of this man, and he can't seem to control the pace. His strokes are long, dragging out then plunging back in, fucking into him right against the wall in an alley. ]