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and the angel was overcome by De_Nugis, Strength Kink, Bondage, Tie Kink, Wrestling, Chokehold, First Time.

Я прочитала это с трудом, тщательно разбирая авторские словесные конструкции и то и дело обращаясь за помощью к переводчику, и теперь мне немножко хочется плакать от усталости, от великолепия этого текста и от зависти к автору, вместившему столько Сэма в три с лишним тысячи слов своего ПВП.

It may be minutes or hours before Sam is spent. There’s no economy to his breathing now; he sucks in air like a foundered horse. His hair is plastered to his face. His teeth are still bared, but his eyes have gone unfocused. Castiel hauls him close and Sam doesn’t resist. Castiel tastes salt and bitter wax, human things, as his tongue touches Sam’s ear.
“You’re right,” he says. “You could defeat me. You might have an angel blade. I’ve given you one in the past. You might draw on witchcraft, or on your own power. You could trap me in holy oil. You have. You’re a dangerous adversary. But strength against strength, when I am myself, you will lose. Every time. And I’m claiming my prize.”
A long shudder goes through Sam’s body against Castiel’s. Then, effortfully, he raises his head. He’s grinning.
“My prize,” he says. “You think I’d wrestle an angel for who tops if I’d wanted to win?”

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