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The Cursed Forge (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He made a low noise and reached between his soft thighs, his large, rough hands just greedily feeling every inch of his soft skin.
 
He snarled and continued, making a low noise as he continued touching him slowly. "Yer sa fekkin soft." He snarled.
 
He grabbed Cas' hair with his spare hand, tugging back a little bit. "Ye enjoyin yerself?" He asked huskily.
 
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