[ it will never be as instinctive to him as it is to dean - physicality like this, closeness, something like kissing. he's not human, however much he might look it, however well he might have settled into this vessel, but every sensation is a wonder to him when he takes the time to appreciate them.
and the warmth and texture of dean's mouth - it's good, nice in a way that's really entirely new. after his brush with humanity, castiel knows what it's like to experience intimacy in a way far more carnal than what he's accustomed to, but this is dean, this is someone very special to him, someone who means the world to him, whom he's given up everything he has ever known for. so it may as well be entirely new, as far as castiel is concerned. kissing dean isn't like kissing anyone else. so his heart is pounding fast when he tilts his head and slides his hands down to dean's elbows, then forward to his chest, grasping white-knuckled in the fabric of his shirt. his head tilts to follow dean's lead, tries not to think too hard about what to do even if he still feels strung tight as a spring.
the touch of dean's tongue is electric, and castiel's breath rushes, a sound moving in his throat involuntarily, warmth blooming beneath his ribs. not to be outdone, he mimics, dipping into dean's mouth, tasting him, feeling him and it's so strange but so good all at once, warm and wet and sweet. ]
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and the warmth and texture of dean's mouth - it's good, nice in a way that's really entirely new. after his brush with humanity, castiel knows what it's like to experience intimacy in a way far more carnal than what he's accustomed to, but this is dean, this is someone very special to him, someone who means the world to him, whom he's given up everything he has ever known for. so it may as well be entirely new, as far as castiel is concerned. kissing dean isn't like kissing anyone else. so his heart is pounding fast when he tilts his head and slides his hands down to dean's elbows, then forward to his chest, grasping white-knuckled in the fabric of his shirt. his head tilts to follow dean's lead, tries not to think too hard about what to do even if he still feels strung tight as a spring.
the touch of dean's tongue is electric, and castiel's breath rushes, a sound moving in his throat involuntarily, warmth blooming beneath his ribs. not to be outdone, he mimics, dipping into dean's mouth, tasting him, feeling him and it's so strange but so good all at once, warm and wet and sweet. ]