[he has a brief moment where he wonders about an angel's stamina, angel boners in general, blast radius. Cas would warn him if was getting a gun shot to the head, that was he was sure of. But he might not even think to mention instant re-erection, or incredible duration that turns a blowjob into a marathon. But it seems a little late to ask that sort of thing now. And it adds a twist of curiosity to the whole thing that only encourages him to find out.
One hand settles on Cas's hips to still them, and his thumb rolls against the juncture between leg and torso in an attempt to settle him. He can feel the way the muscles in his thighs are tensed, can see it in the rise and fall of his chest that seems to get a little sporadic as he works him over.
He'd smile at the aborted sentence if he had the ability to, but for now he'll let his mind fill it in. He continues to move, and will never admit that he might be humming the chorus to the tune of a certain Air Supply song as he does so. But soon enough his other hand is sliding up to massage Cas' balls and the base of his cock and whatever other bit of length that Dean can't quite fit into his mouth without reaching the danger zone of his gag reflex.
Whatever it takes, he wants to see Cas fall apart around him, wants to watch him arch in pleasure, and cry out in orgasm. He just wants to make him feel good, to confirm that his desire for him, that it's warranted.]
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Date: 19 Jan 2016 02:06 (UTC)One hand settles on Cas's hips to still them, and his thumb rolls against the juncture between leg and torso in an attempt to settle him. He can feel the way the muscles in his thighs are tensed, can see it in the rise and fall of his chest that seems to get a little sporadic as he works him over.
He'd smile at the aborted sentence if he had the ability to, but for now he'll let his mind fill it in. He continues to move, and will never admit that he might be humming the chorus to the tune of a certain Air Supply song as he does so. But soon enough his other hand is sliding up to massage Cas' balls and the base of his cock and whatever other bit of length that Dean can't quite fit into his mouth without reaching the danger zone of his gag reflex.
Whatever it takes, he wants to see Cas fall apart around him, wants to watch him arch in pleasure, and cry out in orgasm. He just wants to make him feel good, to confirm that his desire for him, that it's warranted.]