[It's different, to be sure, and Castiel never quite gets used to zeroing in on that the feeling of it a slow burn, a warmth that fills him from head to toe. Dean's fingers are long, large, the knuckles warped from being reset and the familiarity curls into his gut makes his dick a little harder - but there was no paying it heed now.
His eyes are on Dean's, agog, following the path of his tongue over his lower lip.] That's- it's good. Good.
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His eyes are on Dean's, agog, following the path of his tongue over his lower lip.] That's- it's good. Good.