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heavenonearth) wrote2016-01-17 02:00 am
heavenonearth) wrote2016-01-17 02:00 am
angels with crushes are always problematic
[ continued from this nonsense. ]
[ castiel's brow furrows, and for a moment he's too busy trying to decide whether or not to be insulted by that to even bother with being flustered, but then dean's presenting a question he feels has an obvious answer. ]
It's been working out fine.
[ and it's not as if castiel really knows any better. this isn't exactly his area of expertise, and whatever tangled feelings he has for dean - they're not appropriate, and they're not necessary. if he's learned anything about humans, it's that love complicates things, makes everything more difficult, and dean is.. well, not something or someone that castiel is willing to risk, over something so silly as a crush, if that's what this is. what they have now? it's good. it's fine. ]
I don't see why it should change.
[ castiel's brow furrows, and for a moment he's too busy trying to decide whether or not to be insulted by that to even bother with being flustered, but then dean's presenting a question he feels has an obvious answer. ]
It's been working out fine.
[ and it's not as if castiel really knows any better. this isn't exactly his area of expertise, and whatever tangled feelings he has for dean - they're not appropriate, and they're not necessary. if he's learned anything about humans, it's that love complicates things, makes everything more difficult, and dean is.. well, not something or someone that castiel is willing to risk, over something so silly as a crush, if that's what this is. what they have now? it's good. it's fine. ]
I don't see why it should change.
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castiel's breath comes fast and ragged, each exhale a whine or a hard, twisting groan, his expression screwed up tight with eyes shut against everything, all the world is sensation, rough and primal and savage and it's all tangling up hot in his belly like the molten mantle of the earth, driving him like hellhounds snapping unrelenting at his heels.
by the time dean comes, castiel is not quite there but he's so close, and the hot, slick spill inside of him is filthy and irresistible, stuffing him full and gratifying him in a way he'd never known he'd needed. a shiver ripples up his spine, and castiel twists in desperation, wrenching an arm down between their bodies to get a hand on his cock, his hips bucking erratic and mindless, fucking up into the tight circle of his hand and down onto the wet, shameless slide of dean's cock. the hard bite of teeth to flushed, sensitive skin, and dean's low animal moan are so good - it hardly takes a few more irregular snaps of his hips before castiel is tumbling right after him.
with a sharp inhale, his belly heaves and he comes, thick and sticky between their bodies, his free hand twisting in the sheets, his entire body pulled tight as a bowstring. with his head tossed back and his jaw slack, there's a brief moment where he makes no sound at all, only holds in his breath before it all releases in a wild, satisfied moan. it's sublime. coming to the wet heat of dean's mouth was amazing, but this is on another level entirely, it shakes him to the core, drives needles under his skin, explodes in white-hot light behind his eyes that blinds him to any other thought, pushing everything else away for that one, blissful moment. ]
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But then he settles, and heat washes over his stomach and he hums at the sensation, somewhere under it all glad that Cas is taken care of. But that's all the focus he gives the moment. This, this part where he's all beating heart and pulsing blood and low breaths and nothing else, it's the cream and the cherry on top of mind-blowing sex and he'll cling to it greedily until he can't anymore.
But until then he's limp and easy on top of Cas, curling into his warmth and inhaling his scent and listening to the tune of his beating heart. And it's good. God, it's good.]
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the intensity passes, bleeding out of him quickly, and he's left panting and overheated, filthy all over, slick with dean's come and his own and with sweat that clings like a sticky veil. his hair feels damp and his lungs burn and there's an ache inside of him that's deep but gratifying. he's spent, fully, entirely, wrung out and scoured from the inside.
falling slack, castiel's sticky hand drops to the sheets, the other lifting to slide onto dean's shoulder and hold there, but past that he does not bother to move at all, sinks back into the damp sheets with his head turned aside and his eyes closed, labored breathing beginning to steady out, slowly but surely, against the pillow. it's a good feeling, satisfying somewhere far below the surface, and there's a thrumming in his blood and in his grace that licks at his insides, slow and soothing, making his body loose and languid, and his mind a cottony blur. dean is heavy against him, and too hot, but right now he doesn't mind it, likes the closeness, the raw intimacy, isn't willing to give it up just yet. ]
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Instead it's just heat and that familiar messy hair and the ache of their activities that tugs and pulls muscles in all the right ways.
He knows this body is just a vessel, but he's still aware he's bigger, heavier, and he slides off of him and onto his side where he grins lazily at Cas.]
See. Talking in person was a good idea.
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.. I suppose.
[ he says curtly, but he's too relaxed to really put any bite behind it. ]
I hope you're satisfied.
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Mmm. Well. Mostly. [He hums playfully, shifting entirely onto his back, one arm sliding behind his head while the other one quietly worms its way under Cas's shoulders, a quiet extension to prolong this contact that really really doesn't need to be put into words.]
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but he's still frowning. ]
Mostly?
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He turns his attention toward the ceiling though, grinning lightly at that question.]
I haven't gotten that list of adjectives yet.
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I provided you with plenty.
[ however much of a brat dean might be, however, he isn't budging, even if he's tilting his head against the pillow enough to deliver an even, withering stare. his thumb still moves in idle patterns against dean's warm, bare skin. ]
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Then the game continues. [And yes, he does have to add the cheesy wink to the end.]
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Egotistic.
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