[Castiel has no chance to be analytical, or decisive about his movements because Dean is pushing him into the mattress beneath them with each thrust and all Castiel can do is rise up to meet him swept away by the experience.
Once the kiss breaks, Castiel keeps his hands on Dean when he can. The wings of his shoulders, the side of his arms. Anything to more touching, to experience more of this - this thing he wouldn't even let himself think about. He feels exalted by it, the pouring of passion and the gravity of everything and he wraps his legs around Dean's waist locking his feet at the ankles over the small of his back so he could get better traction, go in deeper.
Dean feels good, better than, and Castiel meets his gaze with his lips parted, the breath beat out of him from what they're doing and the control it takes not to spill out of his vessel completely.]
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Once the kiss breaks, Castiel keeps his hands on Dean when he can. The wings of his shoulders, the side of his arms. Anything to more touching, to experience more of this - this thing he wouldn't even let himself think about. He feels exalted by it, the pouring of passion and the gravity of everything and he wraps his legs around Dean's waist locking his feet at the ankles over the small of his back so he could get better traction, go in deeper.
Dean feels good, better than, and Castiel meets his gaze with his lips parted, the breath beat out of him from what they're doing and the control it takes not to spill out of his vessel completely.]