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At this year's Debriel Minibang, I was lucky enough to be paired with chef_geekier for her beautiful fic Love/Lust, which I always write in the wrong order (shows my priorities) so I apologise in advance if I've done that at any point in this post. I also apologise for the post itself. Profusely. Any complaints about eye injuries/mental scarring may be directed to my lawyers.
“I love you,” Dean whispered into Gabriel's hair. He wasn't stupid enough to say it when Gabriel was awake enough to respond, but saying it now made him feel like he wasn't just spreading his legs for nothing.
“I think my mouth just came,” Dean said, trademark 'I am sexy and you know it' grin, in place. “Any time you want me to return the favour, just ask.”
“Well,” Gabriel started contemplatively, “I think I'll need a bit of motivation to clean up the kitchen.”
Chuckling, Dean stood again and licked his lips before reaching for the discarded belt.
“Tell me something,” he held the belt out between his hands, snapping it once. “How do you feel about experimenting a little with control?”
“Why don't you just ditch the tie and pop these buttons?” Dean asked as he poked the top of Castiel's dress shirt. “You and ties seem to be a lethal mix.”
Aaaand, as a bonus (or an added torture, I suppose), a soundtrack. Download is here. Hope you all think it does the fic a little justice, if nothing else.
“I love you,” Dean whispered into Gabriel's hair. He wasn't stupid enough to say it when Gabriel was awake enough to respond, but saying it now made him feel like he wasn't just spreading his legs for nothing.
“I think my mouth just came,” Dean said, trademark 'I am sexy and you know it' grin, in place. “Any time you want me to return the favour, just ask.”
“Well,” Gabriel started contemplatively, “I think I'll need a bit of motivation to clean up the kitchen.”
Chuckling, Dean stood again and licked his lips before reaching for the discarded belt.
“Tell me something,” he held the belt out between his hands, snapping it once. “How do you feel about experimenting a little with control?”
“Why don't you just ditch the tie and pop these buttons?” Dean asked as he poked the top of Castiel's dress shirt. “You and ties seem to be a lethal mix.”
Aaaand, as a bonus (or an added torture, I suppose), a soundtrack. Download is here. Hope you all think it does the fic a little justice, if nothing else.