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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 would have agreed, but it would have meant moving her mouth away from his dick, and that was pretty much the last thing she wanted right now. She mouthed along the length, wetting the fabric, kissing, squeezing with her lips and pressing with her tongue. She worked her way up and down and again until she was back at the head. Mouth open wide, Angua took in as much as the panties would let her, and sucked hard.

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Dean was panting now, wide and unfocused eyes stinging with the sweat dripping down his brow. He strung his fingers through her hair, tight like she liked it sometimes. His entire body was vibrating with the need to come, arms unable to move an inch without shaking, but he urged her down as gently as he could. "Please, baby, christ, I need more."

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Angua moaned, she could taste the pre-come through the panties, she could hear how bad Dean wanted it without him having to tell her. She sucked a few more times, then moved away.

"Dean," was all she got out, breathless as she climbed up his body. She straddled him again, hips to hips. She could feel his cock through the panties lined up beneath her. She was so wet, so wet and hot for him, she hoped he felt it. She stretched her body, fingers digging into his chest, kept moving her hips, grinding against him. "Come on, fuck me, just like this..."

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"God, let me," Dean moaned, voice shot through, fingers flying to her hips. She had to stop, had to let him get the panties down, he could feel her, whole body aching for her, cock still trapped but caressed by every smooth roll of her hips. "Let me just - " he gasped, but the slide went on and on, Angua's body driving the slick fabric against him in an endless, heady friction.

He opened his eyes, taking in his beautiful, wild, dirty girlfriend rocking over him, pink panties peeking out from the press of their hips, and opened his mouth.

No sound came but a strangled shout as Dean's orgasm rocked through him, panties catching each hot spurt and trapping it against his body. It was the hottest, dirtiest thing he'd ever felt.

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Angua's own orgasm shot through her, tearing a sharp cry from deep in her throat. It almost sounded victorious, and that was how she felt. There was no crash, instead she felt a spike of adrenaline and she wanted more.

She took a moment to catch her breath and come down, to admire the way Dean looked underneath her, sweaty and panting and all fucked out. "Gods, that felt good," she said on a long exhale.

Angua swung a leg and moved off Dean's hips. "I think we ruined the panties." They were soaked through. Carefully she tugged them down, and off. Dean looked downright obscene and Angua made a small sound, like a moan. She was still so turned on, the proof of what they'd just done only making it worse. She ran her fingers through the sticky mess and brought them to her mouth, licked them clean.

"Turn over," she said.

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Dean watched her through half-lidded eyes, chest still heaving from the force of his orgasm. His limbs felt like they'd been waterlogged and rung out, shaky and weak, but they obeyed her in an instant, lifting Dean up just far enough to flop onto his stomach.

"What now, baby?" Dean murmured, smirk failing when his oversensitized flesh caught against the sheets. "You gonna spank me for ruining your underwear?"

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"I'm gonna do you one better," Angua murmured, admiring the arch of Dean's spine and the curve of his ass. "Remember when we went camping?" She leaned down to kiss the inside of his thigh, followed with a soft bite, and grinned up at him because she knew he'd be looking.

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"How could I, mm," Dean began, biting his lip in time with her teeth against his flesh, "forget?" Thing was, Dean's brain hadn't yet made it to the main feature of that camping trip, still too addled and blissed out from what had come before.

He looked over his shoulder at her, smiling to see her glee, even as it made him a little nervous. "Baby?"

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"Sweetheart," Angua purred, and squeezed his ass. She mouthed his soft skin for a moment, but was too amped up to really play. Instead she spread him open and dipped down, running her tongue along the cleft, past his opening, up and down, teasing a little, but mostly just getting him wet.

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"F-fuck," Dean stuttered out, body bending in an instant, at once confused as to whether it wanted more or if it needed relief from such an intense sensation. Her tongue was broad and flat at first, then teasing and sharp, tiny licks spurring his moans to an embarrassingly high register in mere moments.

"Oh," he chuckled when he could suck down enough air for it. "You meant that camping trip."

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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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."

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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?"

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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."

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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...

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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?"

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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."

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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?"

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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..."

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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."

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"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..."

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"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."

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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..."