[ it's mutual, it's so mutual it has dean ready to burst. and with that need, the burning under his skin would leave his hands shaking if they weren't plastered to cas. this is overwhelming, from the fact that he's getting down to it, that it's another man, to the most terrifying fact of it being cas' body laid out for him, cas' hand wrapped around him.
yes, you are.
he wants to breathe it into cas' mouth, lick it against cas' tongue, because he is. he's teasing him just by existing right now, just by being there, and dean doesn't know what to do about it. there are too many options, too much he wants, and where he's usually so good at just taking, all of what he knows is falling into darkness now, clouded by his body being in overdrive.
and the blame is on cas.
then, cas is sliding a hand over his hips, pushing away at fabric, groping at his ass, spreading himself out, and stroking harder-- ]
Fuck, fuck-- easy, easy...
[ so fast, too fast. this is all gonna end too soon if cas keeps the pace up. wrapping a hand over cas' wrist, he stills the jerking despite how he knows he could ride that alone to a finish. but it'd be lonely, and they're only just getting started here. he wants this to last for now, if only because neither of them know if this'll happen again. ]
I got you.
[ hands at either sides of cas' hips, dean unbuttons the front of cas' jeans with an easy flick of his hand. he can feel the too-hot heat of him just beneath the fabric, knows this is getting to cas as much as it is to him... and while there would be mercy in just letting him free, in tugging out castiel's dick, instead dean palms roughly over the hard shape, gropes at him through the front of his pants. if cas is allowed to tease, so is dean.
he's dipped lower too, mouth further down away from cas', biting and sucking a mark into cas' collar bone, then slipping more... right until he's dragging teeth over a nipple. it isn't until then that dean's pulling away at the band of his boxers too, freeing cas, and letting fingers ghost over the length of him. almost careful, he barely touches, only hovers-- right until he's biting down, just beneath cas' chest, hard and bruising. ]
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yes, you are.
he wants to breathe it into cas' mouth, lick it against cas' tongue, because he is. he's teasing him just by existing right now, just by being there, and dean doesn't know what to do about it. there are too many options, too much he wants, and where he's usually so good at just taking, all of what he knows is falling into darkness now, clouded by his body being in overdrive.
and the blame is on cas.
then, cas is sliding a hand over his hips, pushing away at fabric, groping at his ass, spreading himself out, and stroking harder-- ]
Fuck, fuck-- easy, easy...
[ so fast, too fast. this is all gonna end too soon if cas keeps the pace up. wrapping a hand over cas' wrist, he stills the jerking despite how he knows he could ride that alone to a finish. but it'd be lonely, and they're only just getting started here. he wants this to last for now, if only because neither of them know if this'll happen again. ]
I got you.
[ hands at either sides of cas' hips, dean unbuttons the front of cas' jeans with an easy flick of his hand. he can feel the too-hot heat of him just beneath the fabric, knows this is getting to cas as much as it is to him... and while there would be mercy in just letting him free, in tugging out castiel's dick, instead dean palms roughly over the hard shape, gropes at him through the front of his pants. if cas is allowed to tease, so is dean.
he's dipped lower too, mouth further down away from cas', biting and sucking a mark into cas' collar bone, then slipping more... right until he's dragging teeth over a nipple. it isn't until then that dean's pulling away at the band of his boxers too, freeing cas, and letting fingers ghost over the length of him. almost careful, he barely touches, only hovers-- right until he's biting down, just beneath cas' chest, hard and bruising. ]