[ 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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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.