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Castiel gripped Dean’s foot tight, caressing the cowboy boot, his broad palm firm against the supple leather. Dragging it up the side, against the embroidered motif and then tracing the saddle stitch back down, fingering the groove.
Dean moaned, tugging on his dick, watching the path of Cas’ exploration. So earnest, always game for anything Dean would come up with.
Cas curled his fingers around the heel and pulled, pressing the sole of the boot against his own erection - their eyes met and Dean tensed up, shooting his load all over himself, fat drops of cum soaking into his flannel.