Despite the fact that his mind was elsewhere, Stewart’s heartbeat stammered when he heard dean say that he was his. That he completely his. Stewart couldn’t help but smile at that, after all this nonsense with Sam and not seeing Dean for the past week all he wanted to do was be near Dean, and right now he was. There’d be time for talking later, because all Stewart knew was that he’d been close to throwing Dean in a random broom closet to have his way with him these last few weeks. And now, he was sitting on top of Dean, feeling for once like he was in control of something in his life, and enjoying seeing Dean’s reaction to his every touch.
Stewart began to move his motions into a rhythm that he often used on himself, as braced himself with his other arm so he could lean down slightly and kiss Dean’s neck. Choosing a spot further away from the boy’s neck, Stewart began to kiss the spot more roughly before deciding to make a give Dean a love-bite. No one would see it but he’d know it was there. After Stewart was sure that a mark would be there he leaned up, looking at Dean’s eyes, before looking at the mark once more, and running his fingers over it.
“So,” Stewart said as he moved his attention back to the motion of his hands on Dean’s cock, moving faster and then slower, determined to drive the other boy mad, “what exactly would you like me to do to you, Dean.”
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