[ It's a sharp, short whine when he presses his hand down and doesn't bother to really touch him. Castiel distantly thinks this is teasing. Not the promise of what he will do or what he has done, but the underlying message that all of this had been sitting there for years without any thought of having it. It's distinct knowledge now, blatant in the wake of those fingers cupping him through the material of his jeans and the mouth gliding over his neck and collar. The teeth at his nipple cause him to jerk and arch hard against him, the blunt press of his fingernails obvious in the flesh of the hand curled around his wrist. Perhaps it should be drawn out, perhaps it should be slow.
But his body is strung tight already, screaming with want. Too much to contain, and he feels like bursting with the thought of it.
His skin sings where Dean licks and touches and bites, and he shudders, moans out his name again in a breathless little plea that doesn't do much at all except ignite the want already pooling low in his belly. Castiel spreads his legs a little more, clutching at him and twisting his hips in an obvious show of here right here touch me here. There's this moment, and there will be more after. But he needs to satisfy that initial craving, needs to peak them both before it can really start. ]
It's okay. [ A soft grunt, and he pushes into that hard bite, shivering with the pain and reeling with the pleasure of it. ] It's-- I've got you too.
[ Always has, always would.
A gentle shake, and Castiel curls his hand forward, rocking his own body up so that his dick grazes the edge of Dean's hip. He smothers the sound It instigates in him, rolling forward again until he's right against him, and his fingers slide around both their cocks, taking hold and lightly stroking what he can grip. The sensation is almost overbearing, hot and throbbing exactly where he needs it to ease. His thumb slides over the head, Dean's and his own, then circles down into another short stroke, and his breath is ragged now, crushed under the weight of how quickly all of this is building, how things have changed so much for them in the course of a few weeks. ]
Please-- [ A deeper moan, and his other hand is slipping into Dean's hair, tugging and pulling to get him to come up so he can kiss him again. ]
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[ It's a sharp, short whine when he presses his hand down and doesn't bother to really touch him. Castiel distantly thinks this is teasing. Not the promise of what he will do or what he has done, but the underlying message that all of this had been sitting there for years without any thought of having it. It's distinct knowledge now, blatant in the wake of those fingers cupping him through the material of his jeans and the mouth gliding over his neck and collar. The teeth at his nipple cause him to jerk and arch hard against him, the blunt press of his fingernails obvious in the flesh of the hand curled around his wrist. Perhaps it should be drawn out, perhaps it should be slow.
But his body is strung tight already, screaming with want. Too much to contain, and he feels like bursting with the thought of it.
His skin sings where Dean licks and touches and bites, and he shudders, moans out his name again in a breathless little plea that doesn't do much at all except ignite the want already pooling low in his belly. Castiel spreads his legs a little more, clutching at him and twisting his hips in an obvious show of here right here touch me here. There's this moment, and there will be more after. But he needs to satisfy that initial craving, needs to peak them both before it can really start. ]
It's okay. [ A soft grunt, and he pushes into that hard bite, shivering with the pain and reeling with the pleasure of it. ] It's-- I've got you too.
[ Always has, always would.
A gentle shake, and Castiel curls his hand forward, rocking his own body up so that his dick grazes the edge of Dean's hip. He smothers the sound It instigates in him, rolling forward again until he's right against him, and his fingers slide around both their cocks, taking hold and lightly stroking what he can grip. The sensation is almost overbearing, hot and throbbing exactly where he needs it to ease. His thumb slides over the head, Dean's and his own, then circles down into another short stroke, and his breath is ragged now, crushed under the weight of how quickly all of this is building, how things have changed so much for them in the course of a few weeks. ]
Please-- [ A deeper moan, and his other hand is slipping into Dean's hair, tugging and pulling to get him to come up so he can kiss him again. ]