[ He sucks on Cas' neck, little kisses up to his ear as he moves, licking gently, tasting him, teasing the sweat onto his tongue. ]
I got you baby, you can cum whenever you want.
[ He tweaks Cas nipple again, using his other hand to wrap around his cock, stroking him in time with deep thrusts, slow and steady before beginning to pick up the pace, hips twisting to drag his cock over Cas' prostate. ]
[ it's not like he has to do anything special to get him off. but dean is incredibly attentive. it's another thing he's learned in a very short amount of time: this isn't something he does casually. well, in a sense, yes— in that it's "casual" sex. but he cares very much about how his partner feels.
castiel feels really good right now.
between dean's hand on his cock, and his mouth on his throat— the way his teeth catch the skin just below his ear, and the sensation of goosebumps rising as the hairs on the back of his neck stand. between the pull of his wrist and the pressure of his cock buried deep inside, his orgasm wells up strong and sweet from the center of him. cas makes another helpless sound, mouth hanging open with it, and spills over dean's hand, sticky and viscous. ]
[ Dean is lavishing all of his attention on Cas, devoting himself entirely to making him feel good, hand on his cock as he pulls him off, other on his nipple, mouth dragging over his neck. ]
There you go Cas, cum for me, you're so good, so so good...
[ He groans, feeling it spill over his hand, jerking him as he keeps fucking into him, the pressure building in his belly. He's close himself, and while he wont come perfectly with Cas, he sure as shit won't be far behind him. ]
[ cas slumps against the wall. not physically exhausted, but pleasantly weary in a way that would be difficult for him to describe. he still presses back into dean even after he's dripping over his fingers, squeezing his inner muscles around him while his cheek soaks up the warmth from the stone it's pillowed against. his eyelashes flutter. his cheeks are rosy with exertion, nipples peaked and dark.
he likes this moment, when there's nothing left for him to do, when he's finished and he's just waiting for dean to catch up to him. knowing that dean feels good, and that he's responsible for it— knowing that he can bask in that veracity. ]
[ Cas you are the prettiest little thing he ever did see.
He holds Cas close to him, hips moving faster and faster, breath heavy and damp in the angels ear, clinging to him even as he spills inside, groaning Cas' name, grip tight. ]
[ god, it feels good. his eyes squeeze shut, muscles clamping tight around dean, cock giving another grateful twitch. he lays his arm over dean's around him, lacing their fingers as he grips at his hand. it probably twinges a bit— his grip is tight, even when he's holding back. but at least he's holding on, right? ]
[ he's quiet for a little while, just breathing through the senation. the hazy glow that warms his chest, so entirely unlike his own cool grace. he tilts his head back, eyes closed, laying it against dean's shoulder, his back to dean's chest. the fabric of his shirt is warm and soft, unlike the rougher, less refined fibers woven in this place, and it reminds him of home.
his voice comes out a little slurred when he speaks, but it's impossible to know if it's a result of what they just did, or if it's because of the forty shots. ]
[ He kisses Cas' neck again and again, a lazy line from shoulder to jaw, licking at sweat, breathing slowly beginning to even out. He doesn't pull out, not just yet, only stands there and holds Cas like he's afraid one (or both) of them might simply keel over. ]
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I got you baby, you can cum whenever you want.
[ He tweaks Cas nipple again, using his other hand to wrap around his cock, stroking him in time with deep thrusts, slow and steady before beginning to pick up the pace, hips twisting to drag his cock over Cas' prostate. ]
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castiel feels really good right now.
between dean's hand on his cock, and his mouth on his throat— the way his teeth catch the skin just below his ear, and the sensation of goosebumps rising as the hairs on the back of his neck stand. between the pull of his wrist and the pressure of his cock buried deep inside, his orgasm wells up strong and sweet from the center of him. cas makes another helpless sound, mouth hanging open with it, and spills over dean's hand, sticky and viscous. ]
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There you go Cas, cum for me, you're so good, so so good...
[ He groans, feeling it spill over his hand, jerking him as he keeps fucking into him, the pressure building in his belly. He's close himself, and while he wont come perfectly with Cas, he sure as shit won't be far behind him. ]
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he likes this moment, when there's nothing left for him to do, when he's finished and he's just waiting for dean to catch up to him. knowing that dean feels good, and that he's responsible for it— knowing that he can bask in that veracity. ]
Dean...
[ his voice is soft. marveling. ]
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He holds Cas close to him, hips moving faster and faster, breath heavy and damp in the angels ear, clinging to him even as he spills inside, groaning Cas' name, grip tight. ]
Cas--
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[ god, it feels good. his eyes squeeze shut, muscles clamping tight around dean, cock giving another grateful twitch. he lays his arm over dean's around him, lacing their fingers as he grips at his hand. it probably twinges a bit— his grip is tight, even when he's holding back. but at least he's holding on, right? ]
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[ Dean would rather he hold on that stand there like a limp fish. ]
Fuck.
[ He's shivering, cock twitching as he comes down, the entire damn town tilting on its axis around them. God...fucking damn Cas is an excellent lay. ]
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his voice comes out a little slurred when he speaks, but it's impossible to know if it's a result of what they just did, or if it's because of the forty shots. ]
That was... very good. You're very good, Dean.
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No way, Cas...you are good. Best I've ever had.
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what dean says makes him smile, though. and then laugh a little. ]
Yeah, well, we can both be. It's not a competition. [ there's a beat, and— ] I think.
[ he sways a little, side to side, and then immediately stops with a soft sound when it begins making him dizzy. ]
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It's not.
[ Holding Cas steady, he mouths at his neck again, eyes shutting briefly. ]
We need to find a place to crash land.