[ cas does as promised, and dean watches. he helps tug away the jeans completely, until cas is all bare and laid out before him. a part of him wants to rip away the shirt too, but-- fuck it, instead his fingers ghost over the long, hard line of cas' cock, careful as green eyes flick up to meet blue before dropping down to watch his fingers again. he hasn't been this excited or nervous in a while, and despite their fumble of hands and stroking earlier, there's something entirely different building here, something gran and big and important-- and dean, he can't afford to fuck this up, something he thinks he might have been dangerously close to just a bit before.
then cas is propping himself up, licking the curve of his lip and dean feels his breath leave him, presses in for the lightest of kisses-- lighter than he ever thinks himself capable of.
dean's attention gets stolen as cas reaches to prepare himself, swallowing heavily, watching those slick covered fingers tease skin, press in-- and dean wishes he could do it, suddenly, with fierce fire that as his hand slipping to cas' wrist the moment he prompts him to do so.
one finger in to the knuckle, dean slides his own to the rim, lube smearing itself over, causing a slick mess. with his breath falling hard, eyes blown wide, he looks at castiel, almost shaking with the desire and want and fucking need-- ]
You can take more, right? So much more.
[ so hot, so fucking hot, and dean's pressing in a finger alongside cas', slowly, carefully-- but unable to stop because he needs cas stretched out, needs him to be a hot seal of flesh around him, something for him to fuck himself into. ]
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Date: 2014-04-24 09:42 pm (UTC)then cas is propping himself up, licking the curve of his lip and dean feels his breath leave him, presses in for the lightest of kisses-- lighter than he ever thinks himself capable of.
dean's attention gets stolen as cas reaches to prepare himself, swallowing heavily, watching those slick covered fingers tease skin, press in-- and dean wishes he could do it, suddenly, with fierce fire that as his hand slipping to cas' wrist the moment he prompts him to do so.
one finger in to the knuckle, dean slides his own to the rim, lube smearing itself over, causing a slick mess. with his breath falling hard, eyes blown wide, he looks at castiel, almost shaking with the desire and want and fucking need-- ]
You can take more, right? So much more.
[ so hot, so fucking hot, and dean's pressing in a finger alongside cas', slowly, carefully-- but unable to stop because he needs cas stretched out, needs him to be a hot seal of flesh around him, something for him to fuck himself into. ]