( One finger becomes two as he feels Castiel loosen. He still doesn't hasten his movement, preferring to work him just enough, to ready him, to ignite this real fire between them, he himself hardening at the sight of Castiel reacting. Arousing Cas is arousing to him. It's always been like that, do a girl just right, drive her wild, that'll get him every time. But, like everything else with Cas, this is different. )
[It's slow in a way that makes it impossible for Castiel not to focus on Dean's fingers and Dean alone. Dean inside of him and claiming him in a way he'd never let himself entertain before now. Before this city and the totality of what they'd been through.
After the addition of a second finger Castiel's thighs tighten, and Dean always good at seeing past the surface of things manages to graze a place in him that makes his toes curl and his knees lock up.]
( That's it, that's the pleasure he likes working him toward, but he can't take him too far, not when he's not inside him yet. No, he wants Castiel nice and slow, to do this right. Sober. And right. )
[Castiel could stave off the oncoming climax if it meant being closer to Dean, but it being him also made it that much more difficult. Dean, who had this way of unraveling his defenses since the day they'd met. He had a way of disarming him that Castiel hadn't experienced with anyone else, mortal or otherwise.]
( 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. )
[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.]
( He concentrates first on entering, and then Cas captures his mouth. That's when he begins in earnest, backing off and pushing forward, fucking him, autopilot taking over. But, it's so much more than just a dirty word. He can only describe it as a religious act. It starts physical but turns spiritual and fuck off with the angel talk, because it's more than that, it's Cas in any vessel, in any universe in any time. And right now, he's in this universe, in this time, underneath Dean with Dean inside him.
He's always given himself over to pleasure, usually to the benefit of his partner, but rarely has he been as present as he is here and now inside Castiel. He's not thinking of his next hunt or of the body below him, but the spirit, but the love he showed him, the sacrifice he made for him.
And now, letting him do this, the most intimate thing you can do - guy-to-guy.
And it feels different. It's tighter, it's warmer, it's hotter. Is this what he's been missing on the other side of the fence? )
[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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( Cas can when he pleases because Dean won't think any less of him. It's early or 'Dean early,' so he's not going to last much longer, not entwined and deep inside like this, but still he pushes, he thrusts, he moves with Cas' body and moves Cas with him. )
[That's a hell of a question to ask in the maelstrom like this and Castiel short-circuits on his way to answering, wafting static electricity in the air around them enough to make the lights flicker and the air heavy.]
Ah- no. I never let myself entertain the thought.
[Now though, he could think about nothing else- because it was happening and Castiel is bursting at the seams. With more than just pleasure, lust, and the act. He mouths over Dean's chest just above his nipple, more wonton than he'd ever care to admit. Wrapped up in everything, but somehow still wanting more. All of it, anything Dean could give him.]
( Dean gives it his all, gives Cas his all as he moves toward completion, hoping he's helping his friend along. One arm bracing himself against the mattress, his other hand reaches between them to Cas' erection, trying to work him as good as he's giving. )
[It's not long after that, Dean on top of him, Dean touching him that Castiel completely loses it and gives himself over to what he'd been holding back. He climaxes hard, harder than he ever has before, spent and sweaty - a brief luminescent flicker behind his blue eyes.]
( Dean, too, follows, making the face that only some have seen, a real, unbothered, undrugged face as he lets loose from orgasm. He arches his neck, his back, finishes off and settles down against him. Right palm half covered in Cas' load splays along his chest as his senses return to him. )
[It's a sight to behold surely, and Castiel holds his face close while he fills him with heavy-lidded eyes and wet lips. When all is said and done, and Dean is leaking out of him he leans into his side, despite the mess.]
Happy Valentines Day. [Denying himself the smile on his face would take too much energy now. He knows it's a smartass comment to make, and he doesn't care.]
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After the addition of a second finger Castiel's thighs tighten, and Dean always good at seeing past the surface of things manages to graze a place in him that makes his toes curl and his knees lock up.]
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You gotta tell me when.
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[Castiel could stave off the oncoming climax if it meant being closer to Dean, but it being him also made it that much more difficult. Dean, who had this way of unraveling his defenses since the day they'd met. He had a way of disarming him that Castiel hadn't experienced with anyone else, mortal or otherwise.]
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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. )
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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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He's always given himself over to pleasure, usually to the benefit of his partner, but rarely has he been as present as he is here and now inside Castiel. He's not thinking of his next hunt or of the body below him, but the spirit, but the love he showed him, the sacrifice he made for him.
And now, letting him do this, the most intimate thing you can do - guy-to-guy.
And it feels different. It's tighter, it's warmer, it's hotter. Is this what he's been missing on the other side of the fence? )
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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.]
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You ever think we'd get this close?
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Ah- no. I never let myself entertain the thought.
[Now though, he could think about nothing else- because it was happening and Castiel is bursting at the seams. With more than just pleasure, lust, and the act. He mouths over Dean's chest just above his nipple, more wonton than he'd ever care to admit. Wrapped up in everything, but somehow still wanting more. All of it, anything Dean could give him.]
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Happy Valentines Day. [Denying himself the smile on his face would take too much energy now. He knows it's a smartass comment to make, and he doesn't care.]
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Happy V day.