When the stubborn, smaller hairs at the nape of his neck wouldn't budge, Dean leaned in and blew lightly on his skin, scattering them in the air.
Sam tensed underneath Dean's hands. "Dean-"
The scissors clinked against the edge of the sink as Dean set them down, his chest flat against Sam's back as he pressed his lips to that same spot on Sam's neck, parting his mouth a little to taste the skin there.
This scene is like so incredibly erotic. Seriously. Hotter than most pwps. I might have something to do with my neck-kink but who cares.... Hot, hot, hot. *happily envisions the scene over and over again*
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Date: 2008-09-25 08:44 pm (UTC)Sam tensed underneath Dean's hands. "Dean-"
The scissors clinked against the edge of the sink as Dean set them down, his chest flat against Sam's back as he pressed his lips to that same spot on Sam's neck, parting his mouth a little to taste the skin there.
This scene is like so incredibly erotic. Seriously. Hotter than most pwps. I might have something to do with my neck-kink but who cares.... Hot, hot, hot. *happily envisions the scene over and over again*