Your eyes landed on the restroom sign in the back of the plane, quickly pulling Dean down the walkway to get to it. You lay your head against his shoulder, placing a quick kiss to the exposed skin on his neck. Without a pause, he thrusted himself into you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
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Slower, drinking each other in and kissing every inch of skin. You smiled, pecking his pouty lips. After a bit, his grunts turned to whimpers, and you could feel his thighs clenching against you. You slipped your mouth over his length, your tongue gliding along the vein on the underside.