[ dean's hand works roughly around both of them, nothing gentle about the grip, all intent and purpose. he's used to lonely nights with just his hand, has been fine with them right until this moment. from now on, he knows-- nothing will be enough again, that going about this solo will ever be okay again.
a part of him hates this change, that cas has made him weaker.
not that it registers now, or has him pulling away. if anything, the thought alone makes dean press impossibly closer, hips working a growing, urgent rhythm. ]
Cas, Cas--
[ the chant is quiet as dean's breath stutters, leaves him with a moan.
dean remotely feels cas' hand sliding up his shoulder, but it's when that familiar hand locks over an ever-present mark in his skin, when cas whispers i've always had you, which tugs at him somewhere deep, pulls at his very soul in the way cas must have when he'd raised him from hell all those years ago. it's simple, the words, but he feels them burn inside of him, shoving him right over the edge. where dean's mouth was spread messily over cas', he's now biting down on the side of cas' upper neck, muffling the deep sound which escapes him as it all crashes around him. pleasure numbs his entire body for those blissful, drawn out seconds which drive his hips to roll against the grip around their cocks-- spilling himself over his hand, over cas' lower body, marking and staining.
breathing heavy, he's buried his face against cas' skin, hand unmoving, body on fire with warmth, with the release of pleasure pooling in his stomach, relaxing his bone, his entire being. cas has left him blissfully content, even if only for now.
and finished him much faster than dean ever fucking remembers coming. fuck. ]
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a part of him hates this change, that cas has made him weaker.
not that it registers now, or has him pulling away. if anything, the thought alone makes dean press impossibly closer, hips working a growing, urgent rhythm. ]
Cas, Cas--
[ the chant is quiet as dean's breath stutters, leaves him with a moan.
dean remotely feels cas' hand sliding up his shoulder, but it's when that familiar hand locks over an ever-present mark in his skin, when cas whispers i've always had you, which tugs at him somewhere deep, pulls at his very soul in the way cas must have when he'd raised him from hell all those years ago. it's simple, the words, but he feels them burn inside of him, shoving him right over the edge. where dean's mouth was spread messily over cas', he's now biting down on the side of cas' upper neck, muffling the deep sound which escapes him as it all crashes around him. pleasure numbs his entire body for those blissful, drawn out seconds which drive his hips to roll against the grip around their cocks-- spilling himself over his hand, over cas' lower body, marking and staining.
breathing heavy, he's buried his face against cas' skin, hand unmoving, body on fire with warmth, with the release of pleasure pooling in his stomach, relaxing his bone, his entire being. cas has left him blissfully content, even if only for now.
and finished him much faster than dean ever fucking remembers coming. fuck. ]