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One of the things that never ceased to amaze Dean about his husband was all that power in his perfect body. Cas was slightly shorter and about twenty pounds lighter than him (Dean's advantage was nearly all muscle, shut up!), yet his angel loved nothing more than to have Dean sleeping full on top of him, sometimes but not always with his dick inside him. And if he used Dean like an alarm clock and then a blanket, well, his husband had less than zero objections!
Cas sighed happily, and clenched his ass muscles around his husband's spent cock. Dean would have loved to fuck him some more, but he wasn't a teenager any more, and even Dean Winchester needed some recovery time, especially when he had an angel who kept sexing him out.
“Some of us have to go into work”, Dean muttered. “Ya gonna let me go?”
“No!” Cas said defiantly. “I worked hard yesterday, cleaning the house and then letting you fuck me.”
“Seem to recall I did most of the work there, Cas.”
“Only when you caught me. “And I will not be wearing those panties around the house today.”
“Pity”, Dean sighed, nestling into his husband even more and kissing his broad back. “I'd have enjoyed sitting at the computer and thinking of that.”
“I won't be wearing them because you're gonna wear them to work”, Cas said smugly. “I'll be at home, wearing your green pair.”
Okay, apparently there were some things that could get Dean hard in short order, after all!
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There was an accident on the road home that blocked it completely, so Dean had to drive back into and halfway round town to reach home from the other direction. He was tired, frustrated and horny by the time he finally stumbled through the front door. There was pizza, there was pie, and all through it there was his husband, giving him the sort of looks that made Dean Winchester feel like all that mushy chick-flick crap might not be quite so awful after.....
“Sex now?” Cas asked.
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Half an hour later Dean was fast asleep, a broken but ecstatically happy man.