[ A rough exhale, and he has to stop his hand from doing as it pleases, arching into each graze of Dean's fingers and the firm slide of his palms as he touches him. He could get used to this, turned on by the simple knowledge that it's Dean doing this to him and that it's mutual. The consent alone rushes excitement straight to his belly and down between his legs, and he makes a soft noise, rubbing himself against the edge of a thigh for more. For Dean to give him everything, to peel off the rest of his clothes and feel just what this is doing to him.
He'd have never imagined this, but now that he has it, he can't let it go. ]
I'm not teasing.
[ It's breathless, the beginning of a groan as he drags his hand free to push at the edge of Dean's jeans in an attempt to get them over his hips. Both hands slide everything over the swell of his ass, and he drags his nails over skin before sliding his fingers around to grip his dick. He wants to look, tipping his head forward just for a second to watch the glide of his hand around him. It seems... right. It feels better than right. He strokes him a little harder and leans back into the mattress, trying to spread himself out.
He needs more than the slight pressure he's getting from rocking against him, and Castiel sighs. ]
Touch me. [ It's not so much a command as it is a plea, kissing at the side of Dean's jaw and the exposed part of his throat. ] Please--
[ And there it is, the softest whine as he strains to get more and give more in the same breath. He's hard in his jeans, and none of this is as slow as he'd have liked to take it. Draw it out, feel the pleasure of it straight through him in every inch of his body. But then again, he supposes he and Dean have been dancing around this for years already. Even before they knew it could have become this, before anything at all.
He shuts his eyes and groans his name. please, please. Do something. ]
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He'd have never imagined this, but now that he has it, he can't let it go. ]
I'm not teasing.
[ It's breathless, the beginning of a groan as he drags his hand free to push at the edge of Dean's jeans in an attempt to get them over his hips. Both hands slide everything over the swell of his ass, and he drags his nails over skin before sliding his fingers around to grip his dick. He wants to look, tipping his head forward just for a second to watch the glide of his hand around him. It seems... right. It feels better than right. He strokes him a little harder and leans back into the mattress, trying to spread himself out.
He needs more than the slight pressure he's getting from rocking against him, and Castiel sighs. ]
Touch me. [ It's not so much a command as it is a plea, kissing at the side of Dean's jaw and the exposed part of his throat. ] Please--
[ And there it is, the softest whine as he strains to get more and give more in the same breath. He's hard in his jeans, and none of this is as slow as he'd have liked to take it. Draw it out, feel the pleasure of it straight through him in every inch of his body. But then again, he supposes he and Dean have been dancing around this for years already. Even before they knew it could have become this, before anything at all.
He shuts his eyes and groans his name. please, please. Do something. ]