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ᴄᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] heavenonearth) wrote 2016-01-20 03:59 am (UTC)

[ even after dean has pulled his fingers out, the feeling still skates over him like sparks hopping over his skin, electric and compulsive, lighting him up all over, making his skin feel too tight over the bones and flesh of his vessel. dean's so skilled with this that it's practically sinful, though castiel knows he's oversensitive, overeager, excited and read for anything dean could offer, but - he knows, too, how much experience dean has, how often he's done this sort of thing.

it's difficult to think about that and not be envious, to know how many bodies dean's hands have touched.. but castiel had meant what he had said before, about how he's relinquished the claim he never really had, that dean is not his, has never been his, so he has no place being envious of anyone. he should be appreciative, instead, that dean's hands are on him now, that it's castiel who has him so needy and captivated, even if this moment is fleeting. ]


I'm ready. [ he says, in a voice gone throaty and low, and his thighs tense, spreading a little further of their own accord, his eyes fixed on dean's face with a low, burning hunger like banked coals. he's half-hard again already, curling his calf against dean's back with barely restrained urgency. ] I'm ready. Please.

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