[It's all too easy to give into those demands, a part of him has wanted something harder this whole time anyway, and with Cas' blessing, the leash snaps.
He pauses just long enough to shift his position, untangling hands from ripped sheets to bring his arms up to fold up on Cas' chest as his hands slide to grab his shoulders, fingers digging in roughly. And then he starts to move again, hips hard rocks forward that jerk Cas' body right along with them, but then his hands are there, dragging him back down when physics would otherwise have him pulling away, forcing that body to take the full force of each thrust that makes the bed squeak. And their bodies are pressed so closely together that it's impossible to ignore the persistent hardness digging into his abdomen, hot and dripping and caught up in the rough friction.
His eyes open again, but there's not much thought in them, nothing but the primal need to fuck and take and claim. His moans, low and dark, stay caught behind clenched teeth.
There's the drag of nails on his back and his shoulders roll back into the rough press, the slight burn of it adding a new layer to the pleasure that's already twisted and knotted low and hot in his gut, that has his dick pulsing and his balls drawn up tight. And all those signs should have him expecting it, the orgasm he's kept at bay up until this point, but it hits him like a fist to the gut that has him bowing forward, head falling heavy against Cas' chest, and there's not a damn thought in his head when his lips brush across warm and flushed skin and he bites even as he moans and jerks and his body snaps tight as he pulses and spills inside Cas.]
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He pauses just long enough to shift his position, untangling hands from ripped sheets to bring his arms up to fold up on Cas' chest as his hands slide to grab his shoulders, fingers digging in roughly. And then he starts to move again, hips hard rocks forward that jerk Cas' body right along with them, but then his hands are there, dragging him back down when physics would otherwise have him pulling away, forcing that body to take the full force of each thrust that makes the bed squeak. And their bodies are pressed so closely together that it's impossible to ignore the persistent hardness digging into his abdomen, hot and dripping and caught up in the rough friction.
His eyes open again, but there's not much thought in them, nothing but the primal need to fuck and take and claim. His moans, low and dark, stay caught behind clenched teeth.
There's the drag of nails on his back and his shoulders roll back into the rough press, the slight burn of it adding a new layer to the pleasure that's already twisted and knotted low and hot in his gut, that has his dick pulsing and his balls drawn up tight. And all those signs should have him expecting it, the orgasm he's kept at bay up until this point, but it hits him like a fist to the gut that has him bowing forward, head falling heavy against Cas' chest, and there's not a damn thought in his head when his lips brush across warm and flushed skin and he bites even as he moans and jerks and his body snaps tight as he pulses and spills inside Cas.]