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At the Library, Part 1
Following along in the Spirit of the Haircut and Laundry stories, Dominant Sam, Submissive Dean
"How's the research goin'?"
Dean flipped over another page in the Registry of Births and Deaths. "Slow, boring."
A large hand tilted his head to the side and a warm breath tickled his ear. "This interest you, instead?"
Sam's tongue licked the shell of his ear and tingles erupted everywhere.
"Maybe, keep it up and we'll see." The tongue took another taste.
He relaxed and closed his eyes, begging for the next sensation.
Someone cleared their throat and Dean looked around to find the Librarian standing behind them.
"Anything I can help you gentlemen with?" he asked.
"No, we're fine." ´Sam answered him and made his claim clear by running his thumb over Dean's lips.
Dean took his own taste with a flick of his tongue. He then stood and stretched for the ceiling, allowing his shirt to ride up, exposing his abs. The Librarian's eyes caressed the exposed skin.
"Think I'll put this back and get the next one." He rambled off to the stacks, the weight of eyes on his ass pushing him along like a wind at his back.
Once in the dim and dusty stacks it was only a moment until he heard the Librarian's voice again. "Are you sure I can't be of some assistance?"
"No, I'm pretty sure I found it down here." Dean leaned over from the waist, waving his ass in the air.
Almost immediately he heard a short squeal and felt a hand rubbing his ass but when he looked over his shoulder the Librarian was fleeing and Sam was behind him.
"I know what you're doing." Sam rumbled and pinched his ass cheek in punishment.
"I told you I was bored."