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Okay, I don't write a lot of porn, but I feel like trying my hand it again. Dear readers, if you would kindly comment with a Supernatural ship any Supernatural ship, including crossover ones, I will strive to reply with a pornlet.

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Oh, free porn? YAY.

Dean/Castiel, backroads.

AND A XOVER BONUS prompt:

Dean/Morgana. I don't care how, but I know you can make it work ;D

Cas is unrestrained when it comes to sex. He takes to it with the hunger of someone discovering it for the first time (which is true), and the persistence of someone who never seems to get tired (also true, as far as Dean knows), and sometimes it reminds Dean of opening a can of worms. Except, y'know. Awesome worms.

He doesn't know if Cas is doing it on purpose, but his hand gripping him over the handprint is kind of driving Dean crazy, kind of sending these warm shocks that shoot straight through his groin every time Cas thrusts. It's only this sensitive during sex, and damn is it ever. When Cas licked along its outline, Dean tried to throw him on the bed to fuck him, but Cas easily pinned him in place, licking the scarred skin, running his lips over it. And, just... jesus christ.

Cas is making these staggered "ahh" sounds, the most bewildered sounds Dean's heard him make. He's jacking Dean slowly, hand wet with semen and spit, thrusting into Dean just as slow, bowed head, skin flushed. Cas is learning. Ever since that first time when he almost literally tore Dean a new one, he is learning, because if there's anyone who likes to show people what's what, it's Dean. "Base rule is simple," Dean had said, undoing Cas's belt. "If it feels good, do it."

If Cas's facial expressions are inscrutable, his body in bed is easy to read. It responds with frank pleasure to Dean's body. The hand that jacks Dean off is clumsy, unfocused as Cas strives to harvest every wave of pleasure out of the experience. With his lips parted and his eyes closed and his chest heaving, Cas has never seemed more human. His wordless cries, guttural and gutted; he is suddenly just a man.

"Cas," he gasps. "Cas," and then Cas sinks himself into Dean so deep, so hard that Dean is pushed an inch up the mattress. He hovers over Dean then, his face only a few inches from his, looking wrecked, looking stubborn, and Dean raises his head to kiss him. Cas kisses back with violent hunger.

The angel wears selfishness like a sword: on and off the battlefield, it catalyzes Dean into action. It lights a fire, and Dean loves to hate it, loves to see it burn. And if there are ashes, well. Surely the future will sweep them away.

Oh, lovely and hot. You should write more D/C. *wink wink*

Thank you bb. <3

Much of my gen is basically D/C in sheep's clothing. ;)

Thank YOU! <3

Ahh this is FANTASTIC!

<333 Hahaha yay omg, I get nervous about porn-making so this is <3 to hear. Thank you!

You clearly shouldn't be nervous about porn-making. In fact, you should probably make more porn. :D

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i guess we can assume they are in a backroads motel

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