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DEAN WINCHESTER
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Date: 2022-03-02 06:56 pm (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (normal: no stranger in your dreams)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
[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.]
Edited (thanks dw i feel bullied) Date: 2022-03-02 06:56 pm (UTC)

Date: 2022-03-02 08:15 pm (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (normal: makes more sense)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
[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.]

Date: 2022-03-02 09:00 pm (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (hurt: face down in the dirt)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
[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.]

Date: 2022-03-02 09:17 pm (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (way too busy flexing)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
[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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