[ it's true - for a billion year old celestial being, he certainly is bad at being human. he's no longer a virgin, but a chance encounter or two do not an expert make, and castiel's still oversensitive, still so new to all of this that it would be embarrassing if he were to stop and think about it. add in to the mix that this is dean?
yeah. he's got no idea what he's doing, can barely remember to put one foot in front of the other.
thankfully, dean does know what he's doing, and all castiel needs to worry about is telling him yes and good and reacting when he likes something. so he lifts his hips again once dean's peeling away his undershorts, and he's wriggling his hips impatiently, trying to kick out of them before dean's even ready to get them down his legs. and all the while he's touching what he can, fingers buried in dean's hair and pressing urgently, his left hand splayed over his shoulder, pulling at his skin, feeling hard muscle move beneath his palm. the teeth are appreciated, and dean's rewarded with a sharp breath and a quick, barely gentle tug of his hair. he's taking too damned long. ]
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yeah. he's got no idea what he's doing, can barely remember to put one foot in front of the other.
thankfully, dean does know what he's doing, and all castiel needs to worry about is telling him yes and good and reacting when he likes something. so he lifts his hips again once dean's peeling away his undershorts, and he's wriggling his hips impatiently, trying to kick out of them before dean's even ready to get them down his legs. and all the while he's touching what he can, fingers buried in dean's hair and pressing urgently, his left hand splayed over his shoulder, pulling at his skin, feeling hard muscle move beneath his palm. the teeth are appreciated, and dean's rewarded with a sharp breath and a quick, barely gentle tug of his hair. he's taking too damned long. ]
Hurry.