It was an old argument for the both of them and to be honest he didn’t know who wanted what anymore, or if it still counted as an argument at this point. He would even go so far as to say they were just using it as a weird form of a fetish to have quick and heavy sex.
“Dean.” Castiel moaned out his name, raking her blunt nails up his sweaty back
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I've been working on a couple other fics but they're slow in progress. Hopefully I'll have some done soon.
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