[ falling into bed with dean feels like one of the easiest things he's ever done. they're connecting so perfectly, so seamlessly, there's no fumbling, no awkward bumping of noses or elbows, they're tearing into one another like a scene from a damned bodice ripper and it feels incredible. since losing meg, castiel hasn't been entirely celibate, but he also hasn't really allowed himself to feel, to take a chance on anyone or anything. his sexual encounters have been brief, desperate things, and as time passed they've become few and far between - honestly, castiel can't remember the last person he fucked, some nameless man or woman surely, they as unimportant to him as he no doubt was to them.
but dean? there's a spark here. there's something full and strong that tugs at him, a gravity between them that pulls them inexplicably toward one another like stars in orbit. it's irresistible. it was only a matter of time before the thin barrier between them broke and they fell crashing into one another, violent and explosive.
and already dean's a good lover. but of course he is. how could he be anything but? he's experienced, with a liquid smile and an impossible charm, that he fucks like an animal should come as no real surprise and god castiel can't wait to feel it, wants him so badly that it aches in his very marrow, fills him up with heat from his crown to the tips of his toes. he knows he's half hard already, can feel the heat surging in his groin, the spike of pleasure when dean's hips rock down into his own enough to make him gasp and murmur.
but then dean's saying to hold on, and castiel is bewildered, for a moment.
until he's mentioning the whole night, and castiel all but melts beneath him, a hot shiver lancing down his spine, all of his body tightening up in anticipation. god, he's waited too long for this, burned for it so long that he's seared crisp inside.
so he tries to go slow, but it's so difficult when all he wants is to jerk up against him, to feel the bed creak and groan below their weight while they fuck like beasts in rut. now that his own shirt is open, he sets to dean's, sliding both hands easy up beneath its hem, palms gliding over his warm, broad back, over taut, shifting muscle and the sharp rise of his shoulderblades. go slow. go easy. it's so much easier said than done. ]
You feel so good.. [ he whispers, soft against dean's mouth, blunt fingernails dragging slow down over the backs of his ribs. ]
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but dean? there's a spark here. there's something full and strong that tugs at him, a gravity between them that pulls them inexplicably toward one another like stars in orbit. it's irresistible. it was only a matter of time before the thin barrier between them broke and they fell crashing into one another, violent and explosive.
and already dean's a good lover. but of course he is. how could he be anything but? he's experienced, with a liquid smile and an impossible charm, that he fucks like an animal should come as no real surprise and god castiel can't wait to feel it, wants him so badly that it aches in his very marrow, fills him up with heat from his crown to the tips of his toes. he knows he's half hard already, can feel the heat surging in his groin, the spike of pleasure when dean's hips rock down into his own enough to make him gasp and murmur.
but then dean's saying to hold on, and castiel is bewildered, for a moment.
until he's mentioning the whole night, and castiel all but melts beneath him, a hot shiver lancing down his spine, all of his body tightening up in anticipation. god, he's waited too long for this, burned for it so long that he's seared crisp inside.
so he tries to go slow, but it's so difficult when all he wants is to jerk up against him, to feel the bed creak and groan below their weight while they fuck like beasts in rut. now that his own shirt is open, he sets to dean's, sliding both hands easy up beneath its hem, palms gliding over his warm, broad back, over taut, shifting muscle and the sharp rise of his shoulderblades. go slow. go easy. it's so much easier said than done. ]
You feel so good.. [ he whispers, soft against dean's mouth, blunt fingernails dragging slow down over the backs of his ribs. ]