Dean was having a hard time remembering when the last time was that he was *this* hard, that he wanted to be fucked *this* badly. At the feel of Apollo's hand, he pulled back from this kiss, panting. "Oh fuck," he whispered, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"One-track mind," Dean managed to gasp out. He grabbed a hold of Apollo's head, just holding it in place. He felt like he could come just from the feel of the other man's mouth on his neck.
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He leaned forward to suck on Dean's neck, stiff-tonguing the stubbly skin.
No feeling like stubble on the sweet-spot of your neck..
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No, and he shut down the memory. This was too good to get all concious stricken about.
"Can't do that without lube, honeyboy," Apollo reminded him. "But I bet there's all kinds of other fun we can have..."
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