Oh, dear. /Oh/. Jᴀᴍᴇs would be the death of him, that was for sure. But. He didn't seem to mind too much, he still not »

« daring to pull away from Jᴀᴍᴇs's close proximity. “Little project?” He squeaks in a soft tone, cheeks a pink hue from their »

« closeness. Closest he had ever been to anyone. [Jᴀᴍᴇs]

Castiel hesitantly pulls away from Brock Rumlow's embrace, he venturing into the man's bedroom, sitting himself on the edge of the »

« oh so comfortable structure. [Brock Rumlow]

Tilting his head slightly up, the younger seraph presses a gentle kiss to @WingedTricxster's cheek, he still close to his brother.

Castiel, to aid Brock Rumlow's roaming hands, moves to rest on his stomach, allowing Brock free roam to his wings.

“Yeah—. A lot of catching up.” @WingedTricxster had been 'dead' for oh so long; years. Since before Lucifer got locked back up, and now »

« was out again. So much. [@WingedTricxster]

“Mmn–. . Mmmn~..” Whines the seraph as he feels Brock Rumlow further touch along the structures of his wings, it feeling all too »

« pleasant, as they were highly sensitive. Having Brock Rumlow touch them was an intimate action.

“You—. Let's talk about what you've been doing all these years?” Ponders the seraph, leaning against @WingedTricxster.

“/F-.. Fuck/~. . .” He husks, writhing a bit along the bed with need. If he knew better, the Angel would know that he Brock Rumlow »

« could have his release just from this simple touching along his wings. It was that easy. [Brock Rumlow]

Castiel's hands lightly grip at the bedsheets, his body burning with need, his clothes feeling as though they were Brock Rumlow»

« in the way. [Brock Rumlow]

“Well—, for me and the Winchesters, we've fought countless new enemies, and now. . now they face Amara; we all do.” @WingedTricxster »

« But. It was only a matter of time before she was taken care of. He hoped. [@WingedTricxster]

❝I was his design.❞ — Crossovers. | AUs. — Vivid author. — Mature content. — Descriptive and detailed. — Ships w/ chem. #RT.

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