“Pharm.” Dean doesn’t turn around, but Pharm can feel the silent laughter vibrating through his body. “My shy little Pharm. I really haven’t. But I’d happily try it with you sometime, if you’re offering.”
Try it? Offering? Ohhh. Pharm is definitely blushing now, but also…intrigued? Speculatively he spreads his hands out on Dean’s back, fingers splayed. “My hands are awfully small,” he says dubiously.
“Who says you have to use your hands?”
Pharm drops the soap.
This is the Pharm topping fic I didn’t know I needed – perfectly in character and wonderfully sensual, with plenty of open communication on top!