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Although never having met 'Dean' before, there was an attraction there, there must have been something about the 'monkey suit' he always thought to himself, but it wasn't just that, this Dean seemed far more relaxed, open and happy, maybe because he had a life, he hadn't been dragged down by all the shit of the Supernatural world, and although he knew about it, it didn't seem to bother him, he was just... him. And that's why Balthazar loved him. Because, he didn't try to be anyone else, and when he did he sucked at it.

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Smirking at the sound that he had made come from Dean he continued to nibble, his fingers running down the man’s chest. As Dean began to tease him, he went a little weak at the knees. Damn. Swallowing he started to tease the other’s nipples, provoking them to stand on their ends, his lips sucking on them, tempting them even more. When Dean started dominating Balthazar subsided slightly. Allowing Dean to play with his lip as he softly groaned into his lips. He pulled away, unbuckling his belt and then Dean’s he smirked. “There are things Ihave to do to you…”

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"Hello. That's my favorite word so Hello again."

Balthazar pressed himself against Dean his lips a hair’s width from the others. He smirked as his hands slid up the back of Dean’s jacket, exploring the warm skin. He brushed his lips against Dean’s breathing out slightly and feeling the warm and cold patches of Dean’s breath against his skin. Pressing his lips against the others he smirked into the kiss, his hands moving round to Dean’s front, his cold slender fingers sliding gently over his skin. “Well this has taken an unexpected turn…” he breathed before planting another firm kiss to the others lips.

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As he let out deep breaths, his hand moved to the angel’s hair pulling and tugging at any fabric that he found. He laughed into his lips, the vibration between the two, aroused Smith in levels that he wouldn’t be able to put into words. Lips were parted, warm waves of air crashed against each other. Dean let out a chuckle before responding to the man. “That’s what everyone says.” The roughness of the encounter was something Dean hadn’t ever experienced. His soft kisses turned into a harsh mess, and his wandering hands begged for the unexposed skin.

Smirking Balthazar pulled away slightly he shrugged off his jacket and then returned to Dean, pulling off Dean's jacket and throwing it across the room, he slid his hands underneath his shirt and grinned. "Damn buttons..." he mumbled as he retreated, toying with the button's on Dean's shirt. "Oh fuck it..." grabbing each side he pulled at it, the button's ripping off exposing Dean's chest. He grinned, that's better. Pulling off his own t-shirt he pressed his bare chest against Dean's. Pressing kisses to Dean's lips and jaw he could feel his arousal getting bigger every second. His fingers explored Dean's naked shoulders and chest, his lips moving down to his neck, nibbling lightly.

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