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[loaded_wolf]

Angua got up early to bake, but Dean was still sleeping by the time she came back into the bedroom. Smiling to herself, Angua set the fresh cherry crumble pie on the small dresser next to the bed so that it would be the first thing he smelled upon waking. She shrugged out of her clothes and tunneled under the covers to climb on top of him

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[weary_head]

Dean groaned and twitched his head away, not yet ready to wake to his birthday. He'd been conflicted about it all week. On the one hand, hell, he'd never expected to make it to thirty one. But on the other, the grace period of having just turned thirty was over, and thirty one was old. There might be parts of Dean sure felt old, that didn't mean he was ready for it to be true.

"Can't," he said, but the pie had invaded his nostrils now, and his eyes tried cracking open before she squeezed them shut. "Too middle-aged. Need sleep."

[loaded_wolf]

"Mmm, I don't know, you've still got some stamina left in you," Angua said, reaching down to gently stroke his already half-hard morning erection. "Suppose it might be time to turn you in for a younger model. I hear Draco's turning eighteen."

[weary_head]

"Kid wouldn't know what to do with a dick if it hit him in the face," said Dean. He cracked an eye. Had thought come out right?

"Whatever, I'm old," he said, wriggling all the same against her hand. "I don't have to be funny anymore."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua laughs, stroking her thumb over the head of Dean's cock. "Okay, it sounds like you're going to trade me in for a younger model. Might wanna re-think that, though," she murmurs against his ear. "I don't think Draco would wake you up naked and bake you a pie."