#stephen;dean

Despite it being a place full of people, Stephen reached Dean by the fly of his trousers, and slid his hand within at the notice of eyes on him like he was some piece of meat. His hand giving a firm grab of the other's member while fingers caressed over the head. The other brought a drink to his lips to take a sip out of it, his head tilted in the direction of whispering heads looking at him in disappointment anger. And he simply mumbled a fuck off in their direction. "You need to stop being the princessest looking guy on every room," he sighed, as he continued to tug on his boyfriend.