[ he's panting by the time he thinks to speak again, dean's words crawling his spine and lodging themselves in his gut. it's not ever something he'd thought of as affecting, that kind of aimless praise. but his dick is hanging hard between his thighs, and it's at least half to do with the things dean's saying to him. ]
I'll give you whatever you want, [ Dean feels dizzy with it; Cas was reactive before, but this is a little different, this is Cas nearly human, at the point he feels nearly everything. Pain, pleasure, everything in between.
He gropes for the oil again, slick and slippery, twisting his hand so he can slowly work a third in, gentle, unwilling to hurt him. ]
[ his breath stutters in his throat. three fingers is a lot. they never bothered so much with... getting ready before, and he feels it now. the stretch of dean's fingers, and the way the muscle pulls taut around them. he has to close his eyes and focus to relax, because all of his instincts tell him to clamp down and really feel it.
he can feel it. a sound ekes its way out of his throat, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand when he realizes he's beginning to drool. ]
[ He'd paused while waiting for confirmation; once he gets it, his fingers move again, fluttering inside of the angel, teasing, twisting, pressing in deep to tease at his prostate, glance over it with blunt fingertips. ]
Tell me if it ever hurts.
[ He doesn't think he's hurting him right now, but just in case. ]
[ he does not tell dean that it hurts, because it doesn't. instead, he makes a broken sound when dean's fingers touch that sensitive place inside of him, his head dropping between his shoulders as they tremble. he sees a slight flaw his his choice of position then— he's not sure he's going to be able to stay like this, getting grass stains on his hands and knees, without ultimately losing enough upper body strength to end up with his face in the dirt. it's a little bit unbecoming, even for an angel like him.
but that's a problem for future cas. right now, he doesn't want to disrupt that perfect feeling, and nothing else matters. ]
[ Dean gets that noise and he knows he isn't hurting him. Cas is enjoying it, and Dean revels in the shake of his shoulders, the noises that come out of his mouth, bubbled up from want and desire.
It's intoxicating, and Dean shivers, dick hard between his own legs. He reaches down between Cas' thighs, under his hand to tease at his balls, cup them in his hands, roll them between fingers. ]
[ he must look quite a sight, on his hands and knees, kneeling in the dirt out in the open. unprotected, on the edge of the wilderness, the smooth skin stretched taut across his shoulders as delicate as it looks, now— delicate enough that he could leave marks, if he wanted, and they would linger like they're supposed to.
he makes the same sound again, choked in his throat, pulling up grass and dirt where his nails dig into the earth. ]
[ Still twisting and tugging and scissoring and pulling, Dean leans over and smoothes his free hand over Cas' back, over his shoulders and spine, a shudder rippling through. ]
[ god, he's never felt so impatient. he pushes back against dean's hand where his palm skates across his back, muscles rippling, the movement all too human and not human at all. ]
[ Carefully, gently, he withdraws his fingers, settling behind Cas, a hand on his hip, the other holding his own cock, though he's a bit dumbstruck at how beautiful Cas is like this. ]
Shit, you're gorgeous, you know that? My God, Cas..
[ cas sighs, halfway between disappointment at the loss, but expectation joins it soon after dean's hand alights on his hip. he's only touching him there, but pleasure grabs him, leaves him panting with the anticipation of knowing that dean will be inside of him soon. his cock, hanging heavy between his thighs, drips precum, his skin already beaded with sweat from the heavy jungle heat.
he tilts his head back, shoulders straining, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, mouth wet and red from being worried by his teeth. ]
[ His fingers dig in, squeezing as he lets his knees press into the dirt, cock in hand as he shuffles forward, cock pressing up against Cas' hole. ]
I mean it, Cas. Incredible, so...so damn incredible.
[ Cockhead circling, circling, teasing and pressing, not quite slipping past that ring of muscle, Dean smiles down at Cas' back, the expanse of skin, the rounded ass before him.
Then he pushes in, lets the head of his cock slide home, hands shifting to grasp Cas at both hips, a groan ripped from his throat. ]
[ the teasing is going to drive him fucking crazy— he almost snaps and tells dean to hurry it the hell up, but he can hardly form the words in the first place. heaving breaths through clenched teeth, his thighs tremble as he fights the urge to push back and impale himself.
just enough of him is still nervous about this experience not to do that, however. seeing as he can feel discomfort this time, he's not about to sour the whole thing for himself by being stupid and reckless. he does that too often already. so he waits like a good little angel, his stomach flipping at every compliment paid, and tightening with every teasing press of slippery cock.
and then dean sinks in, and he makes a sound loud enough to drive the birds away, spine bending into a graceful arc. ]
[ Dean grips Cas' thighs as his own shake, cockhead twitching where it's pushed into Cas, the rest of him still out, cool in the soft breeze that trickles by. Cas is utter beauty like this; the noise, the obedience (look, it's hot), the curve of his back. ]
You okay?
[ It's half whispered, reverent, like he's in the presence of God himself, something so divine and perfect it slams into him just how unworthy he really is.
[ it feels like so much more without the veneer of his grace to sand down the rough edges. the discomfort of being stretched, the realization that dean is hardly even an inch deep, the sound of his voice through the overwhelming deluge of sensation as his nerves fire wild impulses to his brain. his stomach bottoms out, the feeling going beyond anticipation. he's dizzy with it, and only because he's balanced on all fours with dean holding him steady does he avoid losing his balance.
he thinks he would do anything to have dean deeper inside him in this moment, but he can't move a muscle. everything is trembling. dean's hands feel good and firm on his thighs, and he shifts his weight to his hands for a moment to let them spread wider, knees grinding into the dirt. he breathes in through his nose, and out through his mouth. ]
[ Cas feels good every time they fuck, but there's something about knowing that the angel can feel everything, for real, that has Dean's head spinning in circles, the heat around the tip of his cock nearly unwinding him right there.
A few steady breaths in and he pushes deeper, agonizingly slow, centimeter by centimeter, until his hips are flus to Cas', warm skin on skin, a wrecked noise dragged out deep from his chest. ]
[ the muscles in his arms are burning. it's strange to realize it's impossible to tune out. it doesn't overpower the sensation of dean sinking inside him, but somehow manages to heighten it— the way his attention is split between two disparate needs of his body but continually forced to redirect. it burns, a little, even with the generous application of oil, but he likes the sharpness of it.
he wants to rock back but doesn't, lets dean continue to drive the pace until he's fully sheathed. much like the first time, he can't quite stops marveling about even at the concept: that dean is inside of him, that they're joined in this way. he stares down at the grass crushed beneath his hands, mouth hanging open, and breathes. his fingertips are white where they're indenting the earth, his knuckles flushed pink. ]
[ Dean's gonna lose his goddamn brain like this, clutching at Cas, knees aching on the dirt, body trembling at the sensation of being buried inside of Cas, cock sheathed in tight, slick heat. ]
Fuck,
[ It's breathed out in a shuddery voice, hips moving of their own volition, out and in, out and in, slow and gentle. ]
You okay? You good?
what the hell did i do to the second sentence of that second paragraph lmfao
[ when dean begins to move, he can hardly breathe. which is a bit of a problem, considering he currently has to. he chokes, softly, only for the breath to rush out of him all at once, his sudden following inhale a whimper as the friction becomes a blooming heat. unfurling in his gut, unraveling through every inch of his body, leaving him sweat-slicked. he begins to move with dean, then, completely involuntarily— so that he doesn't even realize he's doing it for the first several moments. ]
Yes, but— I can't—
[ his arms are about to give out. and it's either suffer the indignity of letting it happen and smashing his face into the dirt, or give in and go down the graceful way. he opts for the latter, folding one arm and then the other, propping himself on his elbows, putting the onus of his weight on his shoulders. then he presses his cheek into the cool grass and exhales. ]
[ He runs a hand down his back, smoothing fingers over his spine, feeling every vertebrae, every inch of skin. He's warm, fire under Dean's hand, and he groans again, hips jerking, slapping once into Cas' ass. ]
You-- okay, is that, does that hurt?
[ To be ass up under Dean Winchester, face in the grass? ]
[ he pushes the words out of his mouth to reassure dean, and they're the truth. the change in angle leaves him feeling more exposed, but does he actually mind that feeling? he's been cavorting around in a loincloth for the past several weeks, some part of him that he doesn't entirely understand hoping that dean would notice his body, this body.
and then he just offered himself up on a silver platter, instead. well, that's one way to get someone's attention. this is probably the neediest he's been since they started doing having sex, impatient and all too human with his powers snipped. he breathes in the scent of the grass, the rich, earthy dirt, and sighs. ]
[ His voice is ragged, low; velvet dragged over glass, a whiskey rumble. Cas is beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and Dean's hands grip his hips tight, mine. This is mine. ]
[ yes, he does, and he thinks he would tell dean what he wants, except that he can't get the words out. he opens his mouth, shoulders trembling as he tries to prop himself up again— the muscles strain, rippling beneath the tan skin of his smooth back, a gasp slipping out from between his lips. dean's fingers dig into his spread thighs again, and he has no defense built up against this— can't help it when he cries out and splatters cum over the scratchy grass beneath them, clamping hard and hot around dean's cock inside him while pleasure burns through him like a brand. ]
[ Well, fuck. That's not what he intended. The moment he feels Cas tense up around him, Dean moves, rolling into him, dragging his dick over Cas' prostate, fucking the orgasm out of him so he doesn't leave Cas wanting.
Still. Damn. ]
God, you're so gorgeous Cas, I love it when you're like this, you're so reactive. I can't believe you come like this just off my cock, friggin' incredible.
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[ he breathes, two fingers knuckle deep, twisting and scissoring, pulling and pawing him open, slow and steady, torturous. ]
Incredible.
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More. I need—
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He gropes for the oil again, slick and slippery, twisting his hand so he can slowly work a third in, gentle, unwilling to hurt him. ]
Is that-- is that okay? God you're beautiful.
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he can feel it. a sound ekes its way out of his throat, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand when he realizes he's beginning to drool. ]
Y-yeah. Keep—
[ keep going. ]
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Tell me if it ever hurts.
[ He doesn't think he's hurting him right now, but just in case. ]
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but that's a problem for future cas. right now, he doesn't want to disrupt that perfect feeling, and nothing else matters. ]
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It's intoxicating, and Dean shivers, dick hard between his own legs. He reaches down between Cas' thighs, under his hand to tease at his balls, cup them in his hands, roll them between fingers. ]
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he makes the same sound again, choked in his throat, pulling up grass and dirt where his nails dig into the earth. ]
Dean, please—
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[ Still twisting and tugging and scissoring and pulling, Dean leans over and smoothes his free hand over Cas' back, over his shoulders and spine, a shudder rippling through. ]
You want me?
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[ god, he's never felt so impatient. he pushes back against dean's hand where his palm skates across his back, muscles rippling, the movement all too human and not human at all. ]
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[ Carefully, gently, he withdraws his fingers, settling behind Cas, a hand on his hip, the other holding his own cock, though he's a bit dumbstruck at how beautiful Cas is like this. ]
Shit, you're gorgeous, you know that? My God, Cas..
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he tilts his head back, shoulders straining, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, mouth wet and red from being worried by his teeth. ]
Dean.
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I mean it, Cas. Incredible, so...so damn incredible.
[ Cockhead circling, circling, teasing and pressing, not quite slipping past that ring of muscle, Dean smiles down at Cas' back, the expanse of skin, the rounded ass before him.
Then he pushes in, lets the head of his cock slide home, hands shifting to grasp Cas at both hips, a groan ripped from his throat. ]
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just enough of him is still nervous about this experience not to do that, however. seeing as he can feel discomfort this time, he's not about to sour the whole thing for himself by being stupid and reckless. he does that too often already. so he waits like a good little angel, his stomach flipping at every compliment paid, and tightening with every teasing press of slippery cock.
and then dean sinks in, and he makes a sound loud enough to drive the birds away, spine bending into a graceful arc. ]
lol cas 'HURRY THE FUCK UP'
You okay?
[ It's half whispered, reverent, like he's in the presence of God himself, something so divine and perfect it slams into him just how unworthy he really is.
Definitely not gonna stop though. ]
FUCK HIM!!!!!
he thinks he would do anything to have dean deeper inside him in this moment, but he can't move a muscle. everything is trembling. dean's hands feel good and firm on his thighs, and he shifts his weight to his hands for a moment to let them spread wider, knees grinding into the dirt. he breathes in through his nose, and out through his mouth. ]
I'm... okay. You can keep—
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[ Cas feels good every time they fuck, but there's something about knowing that the angel can feel everything, for real, that has Dean's head spinning in circles, the heat around the tip of his cock nearly unwinding him right there.
A few steady breaths in and he pushes deeper, agonizingly slow, centimeter by centimeter, until his hips are flus to Cas', warm skin on skin, a wrecked noise dragged out deep from his chest. ]
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he wants to rock back but doesn't, lets dean continue to drive the pace until he's fully sheathed. much like the first time, he can't quite stops marveling about even at the concept: that dean is inside of him, that they're joined in this way. he stares down at the grass crushed beneath his hands, mouth hanging open, and breathes. his fingertips are white where they're indenting the earth, his knuckles flushed pink. ]
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Fuck,
[ It's breathed out in a shuddery voice, hips moving of their own volition, out and in, out and in, slow and gentle. ]
You okay? You good?
what the hell did i do to the second sentence of that second paragraph lmfao
Yes, but— I can't—
[ his arms are about to give out. and it's either suffer the indignity of letting it happen and smashing his face into the dirt, or give in and go down the graceful way. he opts for the latter, folding one arm and then the other, propping himself on his elbows, putting the onus of his weight on his shoulders. then he presses his cheek into the cool grass and exhales. ]
lmfao
You-- okay, is that, does that hurt?
[ To be ass up under Dean Winchester, face in the grass? ]
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[ he pushes the words out of his mouth to reassure dean, and they're the truth. the change in angle leaves him feeling more exposed, but does he actually mind that feeling? he's been cavorting around in a loincloth for the past several weeks, some part of him that he doesn't entirely understand hoping that dean would notice his body, this body.
and then he just offered himself up on a silver platter, instead. well, that's one way to get someone's attention. this is probably the neediest he's been since they started doing having sex, impatient and all too human with his powers snipped. he breathes in the scent of the grass, the rich, earthy dirt, and sighs. ]
I— I need you to keep—
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[ His voice is ragged, low; velvet dragged over glass, a whiskey rumble. Cas is beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and Dean's hands grip his hips tight, mine. This is mine. ]
Tell me what you want. Tell me.
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Still. Damn. ]
God, you're so gorgeous Cas, I love it when you're like this, you're so reactive. I can't believe you come like this just off my cock, friggin' incredible.
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