[ Sex, even with its complications, is easy to maneuver through, and really, with the look Dean gives him, he's surprised they haven't done this before. Then again, things have been stressful and exhausting, and of course, through one of the nights he feels immensely restless, it happens. This is happening, and he wiggles his hips, breathing loud as he pushes his jeans off his legs and lays spread out on the mattress. Naked from the waist down, and maybe, maybe he should feel ridiculous, but it's good. It's nothing, and he slides his thumb over the cap, flicking it open.
He smiles up at him, focused on the way Dean's teeth pull at his lip and the heat of his gaze. The desire that slides straight between his legs is enough to make him shiver. ]
I'll show you.
[ It's quiet, whispered against Dean's skin when he leans up on an elbow to kiss him. Lick at the curve of his bottom lip.
And there's nothing more that needs to be said, pulling up a knee so that he can plant a foot into the mattress and expose what he can of himself to his own touch. His cock aches for something more, but he's learned over the years to ignore it, instead more than intent on coating his fingers with lubricant and warming it up so it's not impossibly cold. Then, it's about arching his back and slipping that hand down, exploring and getting where he needs to be. Castiel holds his breath when he begins to push, forcing himself to relax. Up to the first knuckle, and he's back to looking at him, observing and trying to gauge a reaction. What he thinks, what he's feeling. ]
Take my wrist. [ It's a partial grunt, losing his breath as he slides his finger all the way in and begins to stretch himself. Quick movements, and he's ready for another, eager for Dean to follow through and help him. It's a gentle coaxing, already warming up to it and needing more. ] Come on--
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Date: 2014-04-24 05:10 pm (UTC)He smiles up at him, focused on the way Dean's teeth pull at his lip and the heat of his gaze. The desire that slides straight between his legs is enough to make him shiver. ]
I'll show you.
[ It's quiet, whispered against Dean's skin when he leans up on an elbow to kiss him. Lick at the curve of his bottom lip.
And there's nothing more that needs to be said, pulling up a knee so that he can plant a foot into the mattress and expose what he can of himself to his own touch. His cock aches for something more, but he's learned over the years to ignore it, instead more than intent on coating his fingers with lubricant and warming it up so it's not impossibly cold. Then, it's about arching his back and slipping that hand down, exploring and getting where he needs to be. Castiel holds his breath when he begins to push, forcing himself to relax. Up to the first knuckle, and he's back to looking at him, observing and trying to gauge a reaction. What he thinks, what he's feeling. ]
Take my wrist. [ It's a partial grunt, losing his breath as he slides his finger all the way in and begins to stretch himself. Quick movements, and he's ready for another, eager for Dean to follow through and help him. It's a gentle coaxing, already warming up to it and needing more. ] Come on--