[Mello's hands run down Dean's thighs, settling themselves on his hips so that he can gain better leverage, fingers curling into the skin. He has already lost himself to the act of fucking and therefore doesn't even try to stifle his audible breathing, the moan that escapes his throat. It becomes animalistic and instinctual, especially as he watches Dean react with pleasure, and Mello concerns himself less with lasting and more with riding over that edge.]
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