[ If it's more than he deserves, then Castiel deserves even less.
Still, he wants him to move, and he wants him to roll his hips. He wants him to use him until he can't see straight and the only thing he's able to do is barely breathe. He can feel how close he is, fingers gliding easy over them from the mixture of fluid gathering, and he resists the urge to withdraw, taste what he thinks he might possibly be missing. It's all the same, he supposes, but it's Dean, and that's infinitely different than someone else's or his own. A deeper sigh, and he stretches out even more, the heel of his foot pushing against Dean's lower thigh to encourage him to thrust. Move, do something. Touch him even more than the simple hold he has on the hand pressing them together.
Cock to cock, and he can't even imagine what it would feel like having him stretching him open. To actually- - Castiel's breath rushes from him in a sharp gasp. He can't think about that now. Absolutely can't. ]
I, I have you. [ It's low, licked into the corner of Dean's mouth in a hard kiss, warmth spreading across his belly and causing him to shudder, to jerk against him.
He reaches up to absently, instinctively dig the fingers of his other hand into the bright imprint of that mark scarred into his skin for a better grip. It's like sliding home, lining up and taking what he'd been ordered to free to keep for his very own. Castiel burns with it, a flash of memory in the depths of Hell and clawing his way to the surface, and he clutches at him, grinds against him and strokes faster. He presses his mouth to his cheek, draws him in as he breathes the words oh so quietly to him. ]
I've always had you.
[ And now it's this, now it's them. He makes a noise in the back of his throat and mumbles please please please into the kiss he gives him, biting into his lip and hanging just over the edge. Waiting for him. ]
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Still, he wants him to move, and he wants him to roll his hips. He wants him to use him until he can't see straight and the only thing he's able to do is barely breathe. He can feel how close he is, fingers gliding easy over them from the mixture of fluid gathering, and he resists the urge to withdraw, taste what he thinks he might possibly be missing. It's all the same, he supposes, but it's Dean, and that's infinitely different than someone else's or his own. A deeper sigh, and he stretches out even more, the heel of his foot pushing against Dean's lower thigh to encourage him to thrust. Move, do something. Touch him even more than the simple hold he has on the hand pressing them together.
Cock to cock, and he can't even imagine what it would feel like having him stretching him open. To actually- - Castiel's breath rushes from him in a sharp gasp. He can't think about that now. Absolutely can't. ]
I, I have you. [ It's low, licked into the corner of Dean's mouth in a hard kiss, warmth spreading across his belly and causing him to shudder, to jerk against him.
He reaches up to absently, instinctively dig the fingers of his other hand into the bright imprint of that mark scarred into his skin for a better grip. It's like sliding home, lining up and taking what he'd been ordered to free to keep for his very own. Castiel burns with it, a flash of memory in the depths of Hell and clawing his way to the surface, and he clutches at him, grinds against him and strokes faster. He presses his mouth to his cheek, draws him in as he breathes the words oh so quietly to him. ]
I've always had you.
[ And now it's this, now it's them. He makes a noise in the back of his throat and mumbles please please please into the kiss he gives him, biting into his lip and hanging just over the edge. Waiting for him. ]