@mind-the-muses//cont'd from here
There was little doubt Sky adored Dean; in the way his eye always sought him out in a room, in the way he always seemed to be touching him in one way or another. The fae practically swooned whenever Dean showed him the least attention, turning to putty the moment broad hands took hold of his slimmer form. The fact the dragon was so, so gentle with him was just icing, even if Sky could take it.
The date had been simple; dinner grabbed from a drive-thru, and then a long drive to an isolated bluff where they liked to watch the sun set and the stars come out. Getting in nature, away from the city, just felt right for the two of them… so it was little wonder that once the moon was high and bright, the clothes started coming off.
A sweet moan escaped as Sky hitched his legs a little higher against Dean's sides, letting his head fall back to look up at the stars as he ran his hands up into Dean's hair. "I love this," he sighed, gaze shifting from the night sky to his lover's face, hand moving to stroke down Dean's jawline. "I love you."
