Nones Septembris (September 5).
One day after the final scene of Bright as a Gorgon’s Eyes.
Strong, slippery hands kneaded their way up the back of Castiel’s bare thigh. Again.
They slid up over the sensitive crease between thigh and buttock, pressed deep tempting furrows into the aching muscle there, rubbed the tingle of the liniment firmly all over and set shivers that had nothing to do with any liniment chasing each other up and down his body until the skin itself was yearning for those fingers to slip just a little sideways, just a little farther in, right to the most delicate spaces in the very centre of -
Then they moved away. Castiel’s slicked-up buttocks were left to the lazy lick of the summer sun, and the hands returned to the back of his lower thighs, just above his knee.
Castiel was beginning to suspect that he had betrothed himself to a very cruel man.( Read more... )