[ it's slow and easy, a deep slide that pulls at his insides in a way he's never before experienced, a sensation wholly new and bracing in a way that makes his entire body tense and snap in all the best ways. ]
Dean - [ he breathes, abortive and tight, and once dean bottoms out inside of him he groans, deep and guttural, both thighs pressing in tightly to dean's sides to keep him close, as close as he can, and with his arms around dean's shoulders he's holding to him greedily, like a venus fly trap snapping tight around its prey.
the physicality of it is enough, it's good, but even better than that is the intimacy, the connection, the way he can feel dean against him, inside of him, all of dean pulling at him and tugging at his very core, and the heat of his mouth is exquisite and intoxicating, all of it together overwhelming. there's a familiarity and a nostalgia to this that makes him wonder why they ever waited so long to do this, like they were created for this, two halves of a broken whole coming together to form something so warm and good and irresistibly right that he can hardly bear the feel of it.
with one hand splayed between dean's shoulderblades, he lifts the other up and into dean's hair, seizing at it with a nearly desperate grip, his mouth falling open easily, taking dean's kiss, and all of the need in it, and consuming it whole, accepting it, giving it back in its entirety. he has never wanted anything more, never needed anything more, and all the thoughts of the world outside of these walls have faded away, castiel's entire world narrowed to dean, the weight of his body, the deep slide of his cock, the taste of his tongue. ]
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Dean - [ he breathes, abortive and tight, and once dean bottoms out inside of him he groans, deep and guttural, both thighs pressing in tightly to dean's sides to keep him close, as close as he can, and with his arms around dean's shoulders he's holding to him greedily, like a venus fly trap snapping tight around its prey.
the physicality of it is enough, it's good, but even better than that is the intimacy, the connection, the way he can feel dean against him, inside of him, all of dean pulling at him and tugging at his very core, and the heat of his mouth is exquisite and intoxicating, all of it together overwhelming. there's a familiarity and a nostalgia to this that makes him wonder why they ever waited so long to do this, like they were created for this, two halves of a broken whole coming together to form something so warm and good and irresistibly right that he can hardly bear the feel of it.
with one hand splayed between dean's shoulderblades, he lifts the other up and into dean's hair, seizing at it with a nearly desperate grip, his mouth falling open easily, taking dean's kiss, and all of the need in it, and consuming it whole, accepting it, giving it back in its entirety. he has never wanted anything more, never needed anything more, and all the thoughts of the world outside of these walls have faded away, castiel's entire world narrowed to dean, the weight of his body, the deep slide of his cock, the taste of his tongue. ]