[ He's not exactly expecting Matt to slide into his space, touch his cheek, lean in like Cas used to do. Holy shit.
Dean damn sure doesn't expect those words either, and hot fucking damn if that doesn't go straight to his dick. He'd be more embarrassed if they were eye to eye, and he's grateful they aren't because he's beet red, tips of his ears flaming. ]
Uh yeah. I dunno how many there were.
[ A lot, probably, but the precise number is lost on him. Even if he'd known it, it would've flown right out of his head the moment Matt's hand makes contact with his ass, knocked clear out of his brain and out the door of the chapel. He's trying fervently to will his dick back down, but it's hard to do when someone smacks your ass like that.
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Dean damn sure doesn't expect those words either, and hot fucking damn if that doesn't go straight to his dick. He'd be more embarrassed if they were eye to eye, and he's grateful they aren't because he's beet red, tips of his ears flaming. ]
Uh yeah. I dunno how many there were.
[ A lot, probably, but the precise number is lost on him. Even if he'd known it, it would've flown right out of his head the moment Matt's hand makes contact with his ass, knocked clear out of his brain and out the door of the chapel. He's trying fervently to will his dick back down, but it's hard to do when someone smacks your ass like that.
Help. ]