Dean

You were sitting on your beloved boyfriend's lap, playing games on your phone and actively fidgeting in the process, automatically twitching during a loss or a sharp action on the screen.

Dean held on as best he could, nervously clenching his fingers, distracted by some small details, trying to breathe deeply, counting all the birds that could shit on his car in his entire life, trying to find something interesting on his phone, but nothing could help him. The curves of her body, the even posture, the tense shoulders, and the open view of the back of her neck... it was like he was going crazy. Dean felt like a drop of sweat was just about to descend down his temple.

At the next moment of your tugging on his legs, Dean's hands abruptly grab her hips and slowly pull her fragile silhouette to his chest.

You can feel his nose burrowing into your neck, closer to your hair, leading you up and down, and exhaling languidly enough for you to tense up and lock up.

"Baby, if you keep going.".I won't be able to hold back.… Almost a growl caused a herd of goosebumps to sweep over the girl's body.

"I'm... Dean!" Leave me alone, I'm going to fuck up the rink and lose my rank!!

• hm..— his hands are squeezing you harder , — I offer a deal… A shower of slow kisses gushed down your neck — For every loss you make, I will stop.…

"Stop...?"

Without further ado, Dean collapses onto the back of the couch with you, spreading your legs wider. His wrist creeps lower and deeper into your underwear from under the short shorts of your pajamas.

The thumb starts stroking the crotch.