"If I want you in heels pet," Crowley growled as he twisted his fingers sharply. "You'll wear them." It was really doing it for the King of Hell to imagine his lanky lover balancing on some of the spiky shoes. The dark eyed demon wasn't worried about dominating a larger lover, after all there wasn't any rule to say who could and couldn't be dominant or submissive in a relationship like theirs.
He paused to add more slick to his fingers before thrusting them back into the trembling form in front of him. "And a gag." Two fingers caressed the other's strong jaw. "We're going to need plenty of gags for that pretty mouth."
Dean rubbed his thumb over the back of Cas' slender hand. "Good. Then we can go home and see what your vessel can really do." He winked one green eye right as the waitress came back with their food, plunking the Styrofoam boxes down on the table. "Thanks," the Hunter said with a sedate smile. He looked to Cas with an encouraging grin, squeezing his hand to offer support.
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