Right, so... Dean and Cas were altar boys together as kids, go down different paths as adults - Cas a priest, Dean a cop or something? Meet again as adults. Porn ensues? :D
There was one main reason Dean had finally moved back to his hometown and he was wearing a priest collar. The same bright blue eyes, same jaw and rough voice that Dean remembered from fumbling together in the janitor’s closet. Dean could still remember times when his hands were pinned down to cool sheets, a warm weight on top of him, while Cas fucked him from behind. Words of care and lust and promise of things to come constantly filtering out into the air while Dean would struggle not to come apart at just the feel of Cas moving inside him. Now he was sitting at the back of the church, a large plug resting inside his ass, and watching Cas working. Sitting very close to were he’d lost his virginity at fifteen.