Re: Damon + Samandriel
"Please," Samandriel murmured, stretching for Damon, nearly showing off. "My brother and Dean have lube in every room of this house. They're a bit more insatiable than they'd have anyone believe." The young angel's fingers curled around Damon's length, letting the lube remain within reach somewhere on the mattress for when they needed it.
"You've been wanting to bite me for weeks," he pointed out, blue eyes dark and lust blown for the other man. He was really, really wondering what the relative merits of prepping himself were here. Probably pretty good all things considered. It'd let Damon focus on more important things. Like those teeth or what his hands were doing or, fuck anything but the tedious job of fingers and lube.