In his dream, Paul lifted the glistening wedge of the orange to his lips and bit into the ripe flesh. The sweet, citrusy taste exploded on his tongue as he felt the sticky rivulet of juice slide down his chin.
He smiled, almost moaning at the flavor.
When he licked his fingers clean, Dean's eyes went hot. Paul leaned forward almost without realizing it, and a slow smile spread like honey across Dean's face.
Paul closed his eyes.
Dean's tongue licked a path from the hollow of Paul's throat to his chin, caressing the skin. "Sweet," he murmured into Paul's ear.
When he woke, the taste of orange-flavored kisses lingered on his tongue.