djinndreamsam:

(You said this was lyrics from a song? I can’t place it in my mind, but I feel like I should be able to haha. Also I totally killed the porn aspect and made it emotional. Oops?)

They aren’t just in love.

They’ll never settle into routine, never be something as commonplace as ‘boyfriends’ or ‘husbands’

They’re so much more than just ‘together’ or ‘dating’ or ‘partners’ or ‘in love’. 

There’s no word that’s really enough, not that they’ve found. Nothing ever comes close. 

They’re intensity and love and lust and passion all rolled into one. They’re each other’s beginning and end and whole story in between.

They’re obsessive, posessive, compulsive.

They’re everything each other needs and wants and craves.

They always have been and always will be, through everything that the world and universe and each other throws at them.

They’re bites and bruises and domination and devotion. They’re an incomprehensible balance of power. 

They’re intimate, the drag of skin on sweaty skin and wandering, trembling fingers and the perfect amount of too much and not enough that balances out to perfection.

They’re insatiable teenagers and well-adjusted middle-aged adults. They’re neither and both of those things at once.

They’re the Winchesters, brothers and lovers and two halves of the same whole.

They’re soumates.