#depletedhunter

“I … deserve a treat?” He spoke in a broken accent, still getting used to the new language, but clearly having made progress.

“… you do like it, don’t you?” Because that was the only reason he did it; to please Dean. 

“So how did you get out of those cuffs?” He asks, a light hum beneath his voice, as if he had no care in the world. As if he hadnt already talked to Chris and his Dad, and knew all he could know about the guy in front of him. “Bet that would make a neat party trick.” A casual shrug, a light shift of sneaker clad feet made sure he was not in grabbing distance, but still close enough. Safety first and all that. 

           Deep inside he’s always sorry when he sees the neighbors but also greeting them with a smirk on his face. He likes to tease them since he was pretty sure that one of them was eavesdropping when they knew the blond boy was around. “Where do you like to fuck me today, babe?” He moaned against Dean’s lips.

[txt]: Uhhh -- I thought we don’t do this anymore?[txt]: Or are you missing me that much already?

             He leaned over the vaulting horse, panties down over his knees and just wearing his shirt. “Fuck...” He groaned. “It’s not fair, babe.” He muttered heavily breathing. He wants to scream his name so badly but he just decided to bit down his lips instead. Thankfully his next class would only start in 45 minutes so he would have some time to get showered and dressed again. And get fucked by his teacher. He just knew he would give him payback for that very soon. 

         He moaned silently when the other male was biting him like that. Holy shit -- he was hard within seconds. “Someone was missing me obviously..” He mutters against these beautiful lips before kissing those passionately. It sent a shiver down his spine and he didn’t want that to be ended up abruptly. “Please don’t stop,” He moans again.