"Fuck." He was going to fucking die, Angua was giving him everything he wanted all at once, stroking him in the sweetest places inside and out. "God, fuck, fuck." He'd never been so dependent on another person for pleasure in his life, never met an orgasm he couldn't steer any which way he wanted if he chose, and Dean's mouth fell wordlessly open against Angua's unrelenting thrusts.

It happened all at once, but the moment seemed to stretch out forever, pleasure slipsliding from that place deep inside of him, bursting open and exploding out. Dean only had time for a single, strangled shout before he was shooting hard into Angua's hand, so hard he couldn't open his eyes to see, couldn't breath, couldn't do anything but gasp and whimper as his body erupted in pleasure.