[ castiel hardly needs the prompting to obey. he's ready, the moment dean's tugging at his waistband, and his hips lift easily to facilitate it, ready to have them off. he's never felt so restricted by his clothing before, hardly even notices it at all while he's wearing it, but now it just feels heavy and tight, pulling at him incessantly.
still, even with the thin barrier of his undershorts between them, the heat of dean's mouth against his cock is enough to get his blood singing. castiel's body snaps tense, his hand sliding into dean's hair and grasping hard, his hips lifting, searching, and the tease of it is so good, but soon enough it's too much, and he's aching for more. ]
Dean. [ he says, quick and sharp as a knife, fingernails biting into dean's scalp, voice rough as crushed glass. ] Dean, please..
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still, even with the thin barrier of his undershorts between them, the heat of dean's mouth against his cock is enough to get his blood singing. castiel's body snaps tense, his hand sliding into dean's hair and grasping hard, his hips lifting, searching, and the tease of it is so good, but soon enough it's too much, and he's aching for more. ]
Dean. [ he says, quick and sharp as a knife, fingernails biting into dean's scalp, voice rough as crushed glass. ] Dean, please..