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It was the clothes box's fault.

Really.

Tired of his own threadbare collection, Dean had been digging for underwear, hand thrust elbow deep into the clothing box. He didn't expect his fingers to land upon satin. He sure didn't expect to pull said satin out and find it took the form of panties.

"Ho-ly shit," Dean exhaled, pulling them out to stretch in front of him. They were a few sizes too large for Angua, and that was a damn shame. He liked satin panties. Pink satin ones in particular, which, come to think of it, he thought he'd seen in Angua's clothes drawer back at the hut, though they'd yet to make an appearance on her body. And Angua was out on patrol.

This presented Dean with some intriguing possibilities.

Forgetting his own shortage of boxers, Dean booked it back to the hut, crossing straight to their room and opening the door. No one was inside, and Dean went to the dresser, looking around one last time before he pulled the top drawer open.

And there they were.

Pink satin panties, right on top, silky and alluring in the same way Rhonda Hurley's had been when she'd made him...Dean brought that line of thinking to a halt, clamping down hard on a nervous giggle.

Still.

He was here.

And they were here.

Reaching down, Dean brushed a finger over the smooth material, blushing to the roots of his hair even as he began to grin.

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Angua snorted, huffing a throaty laugh. "Yeah." She licked hard, swirling around the ring of muscle until she could push her tongue in. Just the tip, just for a moment. "Want to get you off again. You make me so hot, I want to do everything to you." She was babbling. She stopped herself, biting at Dean's ass before finding his entrance with her mouth again, working him open with her tongue.

Dean shuddered, laying his head between hands now fisted in the blankets. He was already hard again, shaking with the need to thrust down against the sheets. He needed her to stop, he needed her to give him more, but Dean hadn't yet figured out how to ask for it.

It was maddening, each flash of pleasure heady and impossible to think through, so Dean just stopped trying, slowly letting each hot, wet swipe of tongue reform him into a quivering bundle of need.

Angua could feel Dean trembling and squeezed her thighs together, aching for something, herself. She moaned, thrust her tongue in, out, sealed her lips much as she could and sucked. Soon she was all but panting with effort and pulled back. She licked her index finger wet and drew a circle with it around Dean's entrance. She didn't give any warning before she slowly worked it inside.

"This good?" she breathed against Dean's skin, already beginning to push another finger in. "Dean..."

Dean jerked forward, body locking tight around her finger. It wasn't good, not exactly, but it wasn't bad either, hovering somewhere inbetween where Dean couldn't get a handle on it. He whimpered as the second finger stroked over his hole, begging entrance, moaning at the mere thought of an added pressure inside of him.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of Angua's uneven breathing behind him. She was into this, that was clear, and that was enough for Dean. "Yeah," he exhaled, willing his body to relax. "Yeah, c'mon."

Angua bit her lip and added the second finger, both of them in as far as the top knuckle. She braced her free hand on Dean's hip and started pumping her fingers, but it was too dry, too tight. "I want to fuck you," Angua whispered, hardly believing she was even saying it. "I want to fuck you so bad, Dean."

"I need...hang on..." She pulled her hand away and slid off the bed, moving over to the dresser as quickly as her feet would take her. All she needed was some lube. She shuffled around in her underwear and bras, when she saw it.

Oh.

Angua brought the lube and strap-on over to the bed, blushing all over.

"Just relax," Angua said, climbing back up behind him. She lubed up her fingers first, pressing them, slick and slippery, against the ring of muscle. She slid them inside once more, and a third finger, too when she found such little resistance. He was so tight, so hot inside. "Is this better, Dean?"

Edited 2009-10-07 02:50 (UTC)

Dean had accepted the respite with an uneasy calm, grateful for the chance to get his breath back, still aching to get off but in a calmer, more muted sense now that he'd had a moment to collect himself. So his girlfriend wanted to fingerfuck him. It'd been good the last time, if something Dean had learned to enjoy rather than crave, and if Angua wanted it he'd sure as hell give it to her.

Still, he couldn't help but twitch at the renewed press of fingers, groaning outloud at the urging of a third. They moved more easily inside of him now, going smoother and deeper with the lube, and Dean soon found that the discomfort of the stretch was easing. "Yeah, baby," he whispered, squeezing his eyes up tight when her fingers went deep, as held to the sheets by them as he would have been a steel chain. "S'good."

Angua scissored her fingers, thrust them harder, urged on by every sound Dean made. She wanted him stretched and ready, she wanted him to want it.

"Gonna try something, okay?" she said, slipping her fingers from inside him. She picked up the dildo, feeling her heart pound in her chest hard enough to burst, and covered it with lube, rubbing it along the sides to make it good and slick.

A sharp inhale, and she spread Dean wide as she had when she'd had her mouth on him. She pressed the head of the fake cock to Dean's entrance, nudged little circles. It seemed huge, too large for such a small opening, but she had to see. If she could just ease it in...

Dean stared down at the sheets, mouth hanging open in a shallow pant. There'd been a moment, one startled but relieved moment when he was sure that whatever she was jabbing at him wasn't going in.

But then it did. Couldn't have been more than a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to make Dean push up on his elbows, struggling to see without forcing it inside him any further. Whatever she was doing back there, he was already stretched to the point of a dull, aching pain. "Angua, what? What is that?"

Angua flushed and nearly dropped it, looking up with guilt written plainly on her face. She hadn't asked him, she hadn't even told him. She'd just wanted and done it, and she sucked in a quick breath, because that wasn't okay.

"It's the fake cock," she blurted out. "I'm sorry, I only thought...I don't know..." She shook her head. She couldn't explain it, how she wanted to be inside him, how she wanted to fill him up. She wanted to claim him in every way.

"I want to have you."

Dean drew a long breath, shifting nervously against the foreign object. The look in Angua's eyes when he found them was hungry, and as much as Dean shied instinctively from the thought of her pushing that fake cock into him any further, an equally instinctive part of him was already rebelling against the fear.

"You want to fuck me like this?" he asked, trying to imagine it. Even as he asked Dean could see that she did, familiar earnestness beneath the open want in Angua's expression, and Dean pushed minutely back against the dildo. "Want to open me up? Hold me down and make me scream the way I do you?"

Angua couldn't breathe, could hardly believe her ears. The hairs on her arms stood up, her mouth parted to answer, but what could she say to that?

"Yes," she whispered. Louder. "Yes."

She pulled the dildo out so she could tie on the straps. There was a part that pressed against her and in her and she whimpered, taking a moment to adjust to the sudden pressure. "Push up a little," she told Dean, crawling up close behind him.

She held onto Dean's hip with one hand, positioning the dildo with the other to rub and press into him, taking it slow and steady, no hesitation. "You're gonna feel this for days, Dean, and every time you do, you'll remember what we did, and how good it felt, and you'll know that you're mine..."

Dean pressed his hands against the bed to stop their shaking, breathing low and deep. He was gonna do this, for her, and he was gonna do it just how she wanted it, but his heart was hammering in his chest.

"Slow," he wheezed out when he felt her begin to press forward. It was so fucking much, even with all the work her fingers had done earlier. "S'huge."

"I am, shhh, sweetheart, it'll feel good soon," Angua soothed, stroking Dean's hip and side, dragging her fingers through the sweat gathered at the small of his back. Her own thighs were trembling with the effort, he was so tight it didn't seem like she'd even be able to move once she did get it in.

She inched her way in, eyelids closing when the pressure if the plug inside her became too intense. It pressed to her clit every time she moved, almost undoing her before anything had happened. "Oh gods, fuck, it's...it's in all the way..."

"Yeah?" Dean whimpered, voice entirely too high and too small. He was stretched, felt full to bursting, tiny noises that he didn't recognize escaping each time she shifted the cock minutely inside of him. He struggled to move, pinned by remnant fear of the fake cock in his ass, but it couldn't possibly reach any further into him. He'd fucking die if it did, he thought.

"C'mon then," he slurred, ready to make this good for her. "Fuck me, Angua."

Angua wanted to, gods, she wanted to, but she needed Dean to be ready. "You've got to relax," she said, her breath hitching on the last word. She couldn't feel if Dean was tense or not, but his shoulders were bunched and his fingers were curled into the sheets. "Relax, Dean, or it'll hurt..."

Dean's answering groan was whisper thin. His body was locked up tight now that she'd stopped moving, trying to prevent the object causing him discomfort further entrance, and try as he might he couldn't seem to relax.

He focused on her hands, impossibly tiny against his back when the cock in his ass felt so huge, felt the circles her fingers drew against his sides and let them calm him. It was almost enough. "Tell me how it feels," he murmured. "Just...talk to me."

Angua draped herself across Dean's back, kissing and biting her way along the expanse of warm skin, breathing unsteady from the how good the plug felt inside her and how powerful it felt to have Dean under her like this.

"Feels good," she said against his spine. "Wish I could feel how tight you are inside, Dean, how hot...like how it must feel for you when you fuck me." She started to move, slowly, easing her hips back, then forward as she whispered to Dean. "Love how you take it. Want you to submit to me, only me."

"Wouldn't let, mmm," Dean began, breathing shallow through his mouth as Angua pushed back into him. The slide was easier this time, letting Angua go deeper, and for a moment Dean almost thought they were on the cusp of something, but then the cock slid away again. "Wouldn't let anyone else do this," he finished, skin tingling where her breasts moved against his bare back.

"I know, sweetheart, I love you for letting me," Angua said, sliding almost completely out. She thrust back in, a little less slow this time, starting a rhythm. "Wouldn't do this if I didn't think you'd like it, you will, it'll be good..." She reached down, taking his cock in hand, and began to stroke in time with the dildo.

He hadn't been hard since she'd pushed the cock into him, but her hand felt good, and between it and the soft, breathy moans she kept ghosting against his skin, Dean's dick was starting to perk up again.

He shifted, moving to give her more room, and all at once everything changed. The dildo went deeper, dragged against somewhere new that made Dean's breath stutter out in sudden pleasure. "Fuck," he panted, hardly able to get the air back into his lungs before Angua pushed in again and over the spot, making him groan outloud.

"You like that? Tell me what you want, Dean," Angua said, keeping her hips going in time with her hand, lightly stroking as if to ease him back into an erection. It was hard to go slow, to keep from fucking into him as hard and fast as she wanted, gods did she want to. Only the fingers of her hand tightly holding onto his side told of her growing urgency, and her small stuttered breaths.

Dean pushed up on his hands, meeting her tentatively at first, then with enthusiasm when the sensation went from good to fucking amazing. "Just, mmm, like that," he groaned, mouth hanging loose and open. Later he might feel weird about this, getting off on what was unquestionably a fake cock in his ass, but now Dean only wanted more. "C'mon, baby, harder."

"Yeah?" Angua breathed, biting her lip in concentration as she pulled back. She could feel her heart speed up, could hear blood pumping in her ears. "You want it?"

She didn't wait for an answer, just slammed forward, let out a yelp and a whimper as the thing inside her went deeper. It was like getting fucked while fucking, and it was such a strange, intense experience that she didn't have the presence of mine to keep quiet. She let go of Dean's cock to grab his hips, snapped hers, thrusting faster, deeper.

Dean's eyes crossed, staring wide and unseeing down at the sheets as the pace increased, each thrust catching him just right until every part of him was suffused in a shivering, strung out haze of pleasure. Even the air felt thick around them, ghosting over his sensitized flesh until he thought he might actually scream each time she pulled his hips back to meet hers.

It was unreal. She was unreal. "Fuck, Angua," he moaned, "so fucking hot, can't believe you..." Her fist was loose around him, too loose, and Dean moaned again. "Baby, please."

Angua spit in her palm, licked it, and started pumping Dean's cock in time with her thrusts in earnest. He was hard, so soon after, pre-come making him sticky, spreading along his skin as she moved her hand on him.

"Gonna...gonna make you come so hard, Dean. Fill you up and empty you out," she said, her voice rough, didn't even know what she was saying, dirty things spilling past her lips between moans and deep, panting breaths. "Feels so good, look how bad you want it, knew you would..."