[ There's a fraction of a second where Matt worries, Maybe I went too far. That worry evaporates when he catches sight of the bulge in Dean's pants. Then he thinks--
Well. He thinks a lot of things, all racing to the forefront of his brain in a sudden swirl of possibility. Matt exhales against Dean's ear, rolling his shoulders to relax his wrist. ]
Feel better now?
[ Playful, a tease. Matt doesn't give Dean a chance to reply. Instead, he swats him again. And a third time, this one with his palm flat enough to really sting. By the end of it, Matt's breathing harder, his own cheeks slightly flushed.
The chapel door goes crrrrreak. ]
Oh. [ Bright, as his head turns down the aisle and lands on the sliver of light coming in through the open door. ] I think that did it.
[ Matt glances back to Dean. For a moment, he's tempted to keep going. To say something like, Do you want a hand with that? and see where it takes them. He inhales; breathes out.
Then he pulls back from Dean to reclaim his bouquet from the altar. ]
Well. [ A quick grin. ] That was fun. And I guess it was kinky.
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Well. He thinks a lot of things, all racing to the forefront of his brain in a sudden swirl of possibility. Matt exhales against Dean's ear, rolling his shoulders to relax his wrist. ]
Feel better now?
[ Playful, a tease. Matt doesn't give Dean a chance to reply. Instead, he swats him again. And a third time, this one with his palm flat enough to really sting. By the end of it, Matt's breathing harder, his own cheeks slightly flushed.
The chapel door goes crrrrreak. ]
Oh. [ Bright, as his head turns down the aisle and lands on the sliver of light coming in through the open door. ] I think that did it.
[ Matt glances back to Dean. For a moment, he's tempted to keep going. To say something like, Do you want a hand with that? and see where it takes them. He inhales; breathes out.
Then he pulls back from Dean to reclaim his bouquet from the altar. ]
Well. [ A quick grin. ] That was fun. And I guess it was kinky.