[Castiel's gotten used to it, the feeling of something else besides himself inside the vessel that's tied him in at the seams. It's a welcome shape, a body he's come to consider his own despite its origins. He's been restructured and sewn back into it more times than he could count, and now - now Dean was here with him, and the knowledge of it drives him wild more than the sensation.
It's a lot yes, but durability lent him to be remarkably open to the feeling. He wasn't human, and so he didn't focus on human things or see them in the banal human way others might. Castiel pushes his head back into the pillow, his legs separate to make more room for Dean. It's good, getting past the slow tear and the thick heat. It's Dean, and doing this with him starts that same fluttering he doesn't know how to explain. Rather than think about it, or focus too deeply on what's happening for fear of spilling over too soon, Castiel grabs Dean close by a fistful of his hair and loses a shaky sigh in his mouth when he meets his lips.]
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Date: 2022-03-02 06:24 pm (UTC)It's a lot yes, but durability lent him to be remarkably open to the feeling. He wasn't human, and so he didn't focus on human things or see them in the banal human way others might. Castiel pushes his head back into the pillow, his legs separate to make more room for Dean. It's good, getting past the slow tear and the thick heat. It's Dean, and doing this with him starts that same fluttering he doesn't know how to explain. Rather than think about it, or focus too deeply on what's happening for fear of spilling over too soon, Castiel grabs Dean close by a fistful of his hair and loses a shaky sigh in his mouth when he meets his lips.]