( Dean removes his fingers, pulling down at his underwear. He contorts himself as he pushes it down his thighs, moving side to side as he finally kicks it off one leg. He's already standing at attention, ready to do this for real.
He crawls closer again and sits up, positioning himself at Castiel's entrance. He squeezes another dollop of lube into his hand and rubs it along his length. Touching the sensitive tip of his penis, he knows he's ready. He sucks in a breath, his mouth forming an o-shape before he pushes in lightly, a less assured exhalation following. He knows he's not small, just this side of above average. If it's a lot for some women, he imagines it's something for men or a male vessel. )
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He crawls closer again and sits up, positioning himself at Castiel's entrance. He squeezes another dollop of lube into his hand and rubs it along his length. Touching the sensitive tip of his penis, he knows he's ready. He sucks in a breath, his mouth forming an o-shape before he pushes in lightly, a less assured exhalation following. He knows he's not small, just this side of above average. If it's a lot for some women, he imagines it's something for men or a male vessel. )