Well, there was that answer. Dean absently runs his thumb over it before Gabriel is rocking against him again, taking his attention away from the reminder of that night. For now. He lifts his head, going for his mouth again, hands moving back to his sides before he's suddenly gripping at him tightly and whirling them around so the angel is flat on his back on the bed under him.
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Date: 2015-06-03 03:25 pm (UTC)From: