[ to be perfectly honest, it won't take very much. castiel is sensitive and eager, restless as a kid in a candy store; he wants to try everything, taste everything, experience everything. he's reactive, easily roused, hyperaware of his vessel in ways he's never experienced, never bothered to pay any mind to.
dean's hand against his hip is likely a good restriction, because it's difficult to resist the urge to buck up, to yank dean's head down, and it's times like these that he's thankful for the little rift between grace and vessel, the split-second he's afforded while he's processing sensory input and deciding whether or not to give into the immediate impulse of this body. dean, he's sure, wouldn't appreciate being choked. but the gentle draw of dean's thumb against his skin helps, too, and castiel falls still, as still as he can manage, at least, with dean's mouth all around his cock, sucking and pulling around him, driving him out of his mind.
he doesn't bother to try to speak again, there's no point, nothing he can say with words that he can't say with his body, all the tension in his belly and the way his thighs strain, the way his breath hitches fast and hard, his hand in dean's hair tight, fingernails biting sharply. castiel groans low and deep, his left calf sliding flush to dean's side and up until he's got his leg hooked over dean's bare shoulder, skin on skin, and the added squeeze of his fingers and palm is just what he hadn't known he needed.
it would be an easy thing to extend his stamina, to dampen the sensations he's feeling in order to draw this out, but for now he isn't bothering, he's riding the natural high that his vessel has to offer, moaning soft and arching tight as the pleasure climbs, quick and sure, an irresistible heat beginning to pool in his belly. ]
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dean's hand against his hip is likely a good restriction, because it's difficult to resist the urge to buck up, to yank dean's head down, and it's times like these that he's thankful for the little rift between grace and vessel, the split-second he's afforded while he's processing sensory input and deciding whether or not to give into the immediate impulse of this body. dean, he's sure, wouldn't appreciate being choked. but the gentle draw of dean's thumb against his skin helps, too, and castiel falls still, as still as he can manage, at least, with dean's mouth all around his cock, sucking and pulling around him, driving him out of his mind.
he doesn't bother to try to speak again, there's no point, nothing he can say with words that he can't say with his body, all the tension in his belly and the way his thighs strain, the way his breath hitches fast and hard, his hand in dean's hair tight, fingernails biting sharply. castiel groans low and deep, his left calf sliding flush to dean's side and up until he's got his leg hooked over dean's bare shoulder, skin on skin, and the added squeeze of his fingers and palm is just what he hadn't known he needed.
it would be an easy thing to extend his stamina, to dampen the sensations he's feeling in order to draw this out, but for now he isn't bothering, he's riding the natural high that his vessel has to offer, moaning soft and arching tight as the pleasure climbs, quick and sure, an irresistible heat beginning to pool in his belly. ]