[ it's almost maddening, how slowly dean moves, and it would be worse if he were fully aroused, wound tight and wanting, but even still he finds his hips shifting, moving like he's searching for more, waiting for dean to really open up and go. ]
Yes. [ he answers, quiet and breathless. ] It's good.
[ but dean is promising more, and castiel feels his heart squeeze in his breast for the anticipation of it, the idea of more and better. so when dean presses in a second finger beside the first, stretching him further, castiel hums in a way that's content and approving, eyelids dropping low and mouth slack.
that isn't it either, though. and he doesn't understand that until dean's fingers curl, rough pads sliding easy and slick against his prostate, lighting a burst of heat in his belly like an electric bolt straight to his cock. castiel tenses immediately, his heel pressing hard to dean's shoulder, a shudder lancing up his spine, a real, genuine moan tumbling brief and curt from his lips. that's.. that's good, that's better than he'd ever been expecting, but then, dean keeps on surprising him, doesn't he? he should stop expecting anything at all, and just allow all of the sensation to wash over him thoughtlessly. instead his eyes lift to dean's face, surprised and glassy and searching, his exhale tight and quick. ]
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Yes. [ he answers, quiet and breathless. ] It's good.
[ but dean is promising more, and castiel feels his heart squeeze in his breast for the anticipation of it, the idea of more and better. so when dean presses in a second finger beside the first, stretching him further, castiel hums in a way that's content and approving, eyelids dropping low and mouth slack.
that isn't it either, though. and he doesn't understand that until dean's fingers curl, rough pads sliding easy and slick against his prostate, lighting a burst of heat in his belly like an electric bolt straight to his cock. castiel tenses immediately, his heel pressing hard to dean's shoulder, a shudder lancing up his spine, a real, genuine moan tumbling brief and curt from his lips. that's.. that's good, that's better than he'd ever been expecting, but then, dean keeps on surprising him, doesn't he? he should stop expecting anything at all, and just allow all of the sensation to wash over him thoughtlessly. instead his eyes lift to dean's face, surprised and glassy and searching, his exhale tight and quick. ]