Aesthetics in Autoerotica
"What do you think about when you masturbate?"
"I sure don't think about callin' it masturbate," Dean retorted with a small laugh.
"I'm sorry. What do you think about when you jerk off?"
"Jesus, Cas, you talkin' dirty like that ain't gonna help me not come in these panties."
"Well, I intend for you to," Cas pointed out. "But not just yet. Now answer the question, please."
"Jesus," Dean said again, blush deepening. "I -- um. Jeez, I dunno. I mean, there's all kinds of crap in my spank bank. Some days, yeah, s'gettin' thrown against the wall by some hot dude in an alley. Other days, I dunno, it's triplets."
"What are you thinking about right now?"
Dean turned an incredulous look on him. "Uh, there's a hot photographer takin' pictures of my dick in pink panties right now, you think I need any more material?"
- Part 1 of Aesthetics in Autoerotica
"Wait -- you want to what?"
Dean stared at Cas, a beer paused halfway to his lips and the credits for A New Hope still rolling on the television, but Cas just licked pepperoni grease off of his thumb and set his plate down.
"To tie you with rope. Artistically, of course."
- Part 2 of Aesthetics in Autoerotica