Holding Pigeon in his palms, Dean was rutting his cock in between the roots of his wings, head thrown back and humming in content with the softness and the warmth his Pigeon was offering. The bird was furrowing its feathers, making them thicker and comfortable for Dean's dick. Pigeon was cooing softly.
'You like that, birdy?' Dean moaned and rubbed Pigeon's neck, trying to keep his thrusts controlled.
The man's moans grew louder, Pigeon's coos higher and all Dean wanted was to splatter his load all over Pigeon's feathers and clean him with mouth after that.
Sam came in quiet as always and took him a moment to realize that his brother was moaning. He flipped the light switch.
'Ah god, Dean, sorry...' he apologized and turned his back.
'Why'd you not knock man?' Dean covered fast and cuddled Pigeon to his chest.
'How would i know you decided to... touch yourself?'
Sam tried to peek over shoulder and heard a quiet pigeon coo, his eyes growing wide.
'God! Dean! You were doing the Pigeon?' Sam's voice got to really high octave turning around to make sure the bird is okay.
'NO! Sam, NO! He likes it... i just... Damn it, Sammy, i'm not going to give you explanation of our sex life.'
'I'll just come back later...' Sam waved hand and left the motel room fast, shuddering of what he imagined.
Dean and Pigeon stared at each other for a while.
A peck on his finger and Dean was fast holding Pigeon and placing his aching dick back between the wings's roots.
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