[ He encourages it, whatever he gives him, and even through the roughness, through the bites and the hard grip he has on his dick, Castiel pushes past it. He licks at his mouth, digging his fingers into the flesh of his arm and holding tight, working him through his orgasm when it hits and shuddering beneath him as his own tips and sways. Closer, teasing. The warmth soaking into him seems to do it though, a final shove that punches a harsh groan out of him as his body takes over and locks up.
Castiel wraps himself around Dean, curling his leg tighter against his hip as his hand slides from his arm to the back of his head. He breathes against that mouth, panting out what might have been his name as he slides through the pleasure. Just something soft, quiet as he rocks and leans and rubs against him to draw it out. It's less than a minute, but it feels so much longer, unwinding and falling into place against him.
He allows his hand to fall away, shivering a little with the lack of the contact. Absently, he wipes his fingers clean and pushes to cup the back of the other man's neck so he cradles him in both hands. ]
Dean--
[ It's quiet, a murmur that's only meant to be shared between the two of them, and despite having Dean's face pressed against him, Castiel turns his head to kiss at his forehead. Whatever he can reach, he presses his mouth to, and it's as if something heavy has lifted from them, welding them together. Strong and inseparable. It's a terrifying notion, unsure if he can give Dean what he should be given before it gets to be too much and he runs from it.
Like he always does.
But rather than focus on those things, on the thoughts threatening to swim in his head through the aftermath, he shifts and stretches against him, a lazy roll of his hips to push them together again. If he thinks this is over, perhaps he should reconsider. Castiel has only taken the edge off. ]
[ through the haze, dean feels cas tighten up, groan loud and it feeds that still glowing pleasure in dean-- knowing cas is experiencing this with him. he drinks in the sounds, quiet breaths pressed into cas' skin as answer, feeling the way cas' body pulses. it's all so hot, but for right now he just wants to stay in this moment with him, now that they've finally gotten this far.
it's a little scary, but dean doesn't have the mind to think about it just yet.
fingers push against the back of his neck, and dean feels the shape of lips on his forehead, morphing the moment into something warm, content and happy. he could get used to this, knows he shouldn't, but for now it's so good, so nice-- nicer than anything he's shared with someone before.
naturally, it would be cas.
slowly, he looks at him, green finding blue, the lazy roll hitting him just right, has dean breathing a quiet groan. ]
[ Maybe it is scary, but there are some things he hasn't allowed himself to feel to a degree. Given that he's so powerless now, the fear is nothing but a normal emotion anymore, and he accepts it with all the understanding he's gained and all the knowledge that's crammed into the mortal shell he is.
If that means this uncertainty and what any of it could possibly bring in the future, so be it.
The look, for all that it is and what it might be, causes him to smile, and he lets out a breath, something soft and quiet as he nudges his cheek with his nose and kisses him again. Once, twice. The third is directly on his lips, and despite the desire for more, he also doesn't want to ruin this moment. He wants to keep it, cradle it close and never let it go. ]
You. [ Castiel hums the word. ] I want you.
[ It's a line. He knows it's a line, and it would probably be utterly lame if not for the sincerity behind it. For as long as he can manage it, he wants all of this. At peace, for once, with the guilt and overbearing weight of uselessness. Selfish to keep what he's never had and can't seem to get enough of now that's he tasted it. Even after all this time, Dean is still teaching him and still surprising him.
He leans in and pulls him down. i want you closer ]
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Castiel wraps himself around Dean, curling his leg tighter against his hip as his hand slides from his arm to the back of his head. He breathes against that mouth, panting out what might have been his name as he slides through the pleasure. Just something soft, quiet as he rocks and leans and rubs against him to draw it out. It's less than a minute, but it feels so much longer, unwinding and falling into place against him.
He allows his hand to fall away, shivering a little with the lack of the contact. Absently, he wipes his fingers clean and pushes to cup the back of the other man's neck so he cradles him in both hands. ]
Dean--
[ It's quiet, a murmur that's only meant to be shared between the two of them, and despite having Dean's face pressed against him, Castiel turns his head to kiss at his forehead. Whatever he can reach, he presses his mouth to, and it's as if something heavy has lifted from them, welding them together. Strong and inseparable. It's a terrifying notion, unsure if he can give Dean what he should be given before it gets to be too much and he runs from it.
Like he always does.
But rather than focus on those things, on the thoughts threatening to swim in his head through the aftermath, he shifts and stretches against him, a lazy roll of his hips to push them together again. If he thinks this is over, perhaps he should reconsider. Castiel has only taken the edge off. ]
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it's a little scary, but dean doesn't have the mind to think about it just yet.
fingers push against the back of his neck, and dean feels the shape of lips on his forehead, morphing the moment into something warm, content and happy. he could get used to this, knows he shouldn't, but for now it's so good, so nice-- nicer than anything he's shared with someone before.
naturally, it would be cas.
slowly, he looks at him, green finding blue, the lazy roll hitting him just right, has dean breathing a quiet groan. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ and he'll try to make it so. ]
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If that means this uncertainty and what any of it could possibly bring in the future, so be it.
The look, for all that it is and what it might be, causes him to smile, and he lets out a breath, something soft and quiet as he nudges his cheek with his nose and kisses him again. Once, twice. The third is directly on his lips, and despite the desire for more, he also doesn't want to ruin this moment. He wants to keep it, cradle it close and never let it go. ]
You. [ Castiel hums the word. ] I want you.
[ It's a line. He knows it's a line, and it would probably be utterly lame if not for the sincerity behind it. For as long as he can manage it, he wants all of this. At peace, for once, with the guilt and overbearing weight of uselessness. Selfish to keep what he's never had and can't seem to get enough of now that's he tasted it. Even after all this time, Dean is still teaching him and still surprising him.
He leans in and pulls him down. i want you closer ]