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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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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..."

"So goddamn dirty," Dean grunted, almost losing the words in a particularly rough twist of her hips. "Fucking love you, c'mon, c'mon." He didn't even know what he was asking for anymore - for more of her hand, for more cock, more dirty talk, or just to come his brains out, because Dean could already see it on the horizon, tangled up in that bundle of nerves deep inside of him and ready to explode.

Angua was flushed and sweaty and so turned on she slammed into Dean almost more for her benefit than his, pushing the plug deeper, digging her fingers into his hip hard enough to bruise. "Next time you can ride me, come all over me," she promised, choking on the words when it got too good, so good that the hand she was using to get him off shook.

Her knees dug into the mattress, toes curling, it was too intense and she squeezed her eyes closed. "Fuck," she burst. "Oh gods, I'm--" She couldn't speak, grit her teeth as she came, so good she nearly forgot to keep moving. There was wet all over, she could feel it down her thighs. "Dean," she pleaded, like he was in her, like he could do anything at that moment.

Dean knew what she wanted, knew that particular hitch in her voice like he knew himself, and he reached an arm back, grabbing her hip and yanking it close, moving their bodies together the way she needed, he needed, until he felt her aftershocks subside.

"Angua," he said, almost whimpering when he felt her calming. He was achingly hard, so far gone he didn't care that he was exposed, still impaled on the cock strapped to her body and desperate for release. He put his head down against his hands, thrusting into her too loose hand. "Please."

"Yeah," Angua breathed, trying to stop trembling enough to get ahold of herself. "Look how bad you want it. You wanna come again, Dean?" She flattened herself along his back, started moving her hips and her hand again, chewing, biting at the soft skin between his shoulder and neck. She flicked her thumb against the head of his cock on each upstroke, spreading slick, her other hand reaching to cup beneath, stroking there too. "Give it to me..."

"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.