[ castiel's mind is an easy, empty blank, all of his thoughts and worries and uncertainties vanished, gone, his senses flooded with dean, and nothing else. all he can hear and smell and feel and taste is dean, and the creak of the bed beneath their bodies is exciting in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. it's a preamble to more, to clothes off and skin on skin, to everything he's wanted so badly from dean since nearly the moment they met.
because it would surely be a lie to say that castiel hasn't wanted to fuck him since the beginning. it's embarrassing, and a little shameful to admit, because castiel doesn't generally.. think of people like that, or see them in that sort of way. sudden, instant attraction is very, very rare for him, and it makes him feel like he can't control his base instincts, like he's just some animal in rut and not a civilized human being. blame it on his strict catholic upbringing perhaps, and all the shame that was heaped onto anything surrounding the idea of sex, but that's really not it. he'd been perfectly, exquisitely obscene with meg during the entirety of their relationship, never been ashamed of what they'd done together.
really he supposes that there are simply very few people who are able to bring this out in him, to open him up and tap into that deep, visceral animal hunger that sleeps beneath all the cool ice and social ineptitude.
congratulations, dean winchester.
nevertheless, castiel is a locomotive now, charging forward hot and ready. when dean nudges him backward, he's all but happy to lie back, his arms around dean's shoulders pulling him down onto him and over him, the weight of dean's body against his own enough to have his blood surging and singing, heat pooling in his groin, spikes of pleasure rippling up his body. he rocks his hips up, smooth and feline, a low groan in the back of his throat, and when dean pulls back to look at him castiel is wide-eyed and flushed, his mouth wet and his dark hair a wild mess, his expression slack with warm adoration and want. he swallows the rumble dean breathes against his mouth, whining soft and desperate in reply, his hands dropping between their bodies. ]
I want you. [ he whispers, harsh but private, between their mouths while his hands find dean's, snagging them and urging them up beneath castiel's shirt while his fingers work at the buttons, popping them open one by one. ] I need you.
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because it would surely be a lie to say that castiel hasn't wanted to fuck him since the beginning. it's embarrassing, and a little shameful to admit, because castiel doesn't generally.. think of people like that, or see them in that sort of way. sudden, instant attraction is very, very rare for him, and it makes him feel like he can't control his base instincts, like he's just some animal in rut and not a civilized human being. blame it on his strict catholic upbringing perhaps, and all the shame that was heaped onto anything surrounding the idea of sex, but that's really not it. he'd been perfectly, exquisitely obscene with meg during the entirety of their relationship, never been ashamed of what they'd done together.
really he supposes that there are simply very few people who are able to bring this out in him, to open him up and tap into that deep, visceral animal hunger that sleeps beneath all the cool ice and social ineptitude.
congratulations, dean winchester.
nevertheless, castiel is a locomotive now, charging forward hot and ready. when dean nudges him backward, he's all but happy to lie back, his arms around dean's shoulders pulling him down onto him and over him, the weight of dean's body against his own enough to have his blood surging and singing, heat pooling in his groin, spikes of pleasure rippling up his body. he rocks his hips up, smooth and feline, a low groan in the back of his throat, and when dean pulls back to look at him castiel is wide-eyed and flushed, his mouth wet and his dark hair a wild mess, his expression slack with warm adoration and want. he swallows the rumble dean breathes against his mouth, whining soft and desperate in reply, his hands dropping between their bodies. ]
I want you. [ he whispers, harsh but private, between their mouths while his hands find dean's, snagging them and urging them up beneath castiel's shirt while his fingers work at the buttons, popping them open one by one. ] I need you.