[ something eases inside of him at the shake of that head, sends quiet relief through him. dean's still not entirely convinced, but for now he leans back in, this time somewhat more careful as he pushes into the kiss. there's still that part of him which wants to just bite right back in, to go back for the command, to make cas his in the way he knows how.
especially with that grip around him which threatens to chase away any sense or logic from his mind.
but cas is talking, and the small battle catches his greens eyes, realization dawning. of course. looking back at cas, the smirk, the suggestion takes a moment to sink in... but once it does, it really does. dean can feel his skin burn, heat up as it flashes through him, has him licking his lips unconsciously, eyes black with lust that he can't hide at all. ]
Show me.
[ insistent, demanding, but quieter, lost as he bites down on his own bottom lip. before cas can show him anything though, dean knows his jeans have to come off, so his hands slide to his friend's hips, buttons already undone making sliding the fabric down easier, tugging and pulling until all cas to do is kick them off...
[ 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--
[ 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. ]
[ He opens his mouth to reply - yes, yes he can take more - but the sudden addition of that finger along side his is jolting, and Castiel bows upward, his entire body shivering with the pressure of it. Something like this has been a while for him since the last time, usually done with a lot more care and a lot less physical need. He just wants-- wants so much he can't possibly wait too much longer to have Dean pulling him open and getting closer than he's been to anyone in a long, long time. There's a moan, breath gone as he strains to take more and more and more.
... why is this taking so long? ]
Yeah. [ His voice is incredibly rough. ] Keep going. Keep —
[ There's a sharp, involuntary sound, and everything seems to hyper-focus on the pressure of his finger in combination with Dean's own, limbs tense as he works through it to accept everything and push up. The burn is familiar, the ache even more so, and even though he knows he needs more preparation, he really can't keep still, pulling his hand free to grip Dean's wrist and press down.
Castiel hisses, dropping his head back onto the pillows. ]
Another, Dean. I can take it.
[ He wants it. He wants, wants, wants. The grip on his wrist tightens, driving his hips against him and trying to spread his legs wider. So close. He's so close it hurts, and he stretches out with his other hand, under the bed where the lube had been to search out a condom and tear it open with his teeth. His breath cuts short. ] Here.
[ pushing a finger in, dean curls it roughly after a beat, working cas open with that feverish need only the man spread out on their mattress can get out of him. he tries to watch, to listen for any cues on what to do, on if he's doing the right thing, the right way-- but that desire blinds him, too, makes his touches rougher than they should be. but cas looks like he can more than take it, which has dean pushing in another finger some moments later at the needy request.
really, dean could probably finish on the sight alone.
his free hand palms over the smooth skin of cas' inner thigh, then presses down, spreading him further apart. it's all growing, becoming too much and dean feels ready to burst from the sight alone, working fingers, two-- going on three into cas with rough, sharp movements. it's when cas' hand goes to search for something that he reaches for the condom as well, only giving a jerk of a nod before, slipping his fingers out of cas...
he rolls the condom on easily enough, the slightest of sounds falling from him as his own hand slides over his dick. but he knows something better is coming, something he's wanted for a while-- and something they should have been doing from the start, maybe. his hands are at cas' hips, eyes briefly meeting cas' in a confirmation and then he's pressing closer, guiding himself, pressing-- ]
Jesus--
[ his hand slips, pushes a leg further apart, breath coming in short, hard exhales. it's hot, too hot and he doesn't think he can stop now even if cas asked him to, can't imagine having to draw out from the overwhelming heat, that tight grip which is so much better than anything he's had in years.
and all the while his voice comes in quiet, moaned out shards of cas' name, inch by inch pushing deeper in. ]
There's a ragged breath that tears out of him with every finger that's shoved into him, pulling him open and stretching him so much more than he's used to. Than he's been used to in a long, long time. And perhaps he's a little grateful for the fact no one else can hear this, no one else can see what Dean's doing to him with each thrust of his hand. He tastes the bitterness of his own sweat when he licks at his bottom lip, and there's an impossibly loud whine when he pulls his fingers free to roll on the condom.
This is why he does this, he thinks. It's to forget, to remember. To be so utterly focused on one thing that nothing else around him matters. His lungs burn when he tries to breathe again, and everything zeroes in on the throbbing pressure of Dean's touch, of his cock pushing into him and the weight of his palm on his thigh to spread him open.
It's too much, far too much. ]
Dean. Dean--
[ He curses like the wind's been knocked out of him, dragging his fingers up the length of the other man's back to fist what he can of his hair in an effort to hold on. It feels good to the point that it hurts, and then, it just hurts, barely enough lubricant and not even enough time spent easing the way. But he said he could take it, and he does, forcing his body to relax as much as he can so that once he's in, that's all there is to it.
Castiel waits a second, a short breath or two, and he's lifting his hips up to urge Dean to move. Move, move, move. Do something. Fuck him. He curls a leg around him and arches off the bed, jerking when his dick catches between them and moaning at the contrast.
[ there's brutality in the way dean fucks. it's almost more punishment than anything, the idea of it being something else slowly drifting from his mind again as he sinks in, feels the heat embrace him. the idea that cas might need preparation, that he's being too rough again, is gone in the instant he slides in, has him stuttering a breath as those nails dig into his back. he doesn't know how to hold back in that moment, choosing to let go, to take what's being so freely given to him, and in a manner he knows.
so he fucks him.
he fucks him hard, rolls his hips only to shove the right back against cas, snaps in and out hard. the tightness, the grip of cas' body around him is too good though, searing heat and nothing like what dean's felt before. it chases away coherency so easily, leaves behind only raw desire as sweat rolls over his skin, down his back, as his breath comes in sharp, hard grunts and gasps.
fingers cradles up to cas' neck, feels his rabbit pulse underneath the pads. dean doesn't linger there for long though, let's them slide up the side of cas' face, pushes back sweat-slick hair. green meets blue for a brief instant, his eyes shining with fire and hunger, the same brutality as all of his thrusts. yet there's also that affection which has grown in their time together, battling with the rest of him.
he doesn't know how to be sweet, to be gentle. but this is them, isn't it? all rough edges and sharp angles. teeth and tugging as he bites cas' mouth, bruises him on those swollen lips just as he does where their bodies meet. it's like the desire, the need, forces him to make sure cas knows he's there, that this is all real-- that he feel every inch of dean as he buries himself into cas with one roll of his hips after another.
or maybe it's to ground dean himself; they're real, they're alive, they're doing this. ]
[ He doesn't want sweet, but he can't quite get a grip on the movement, the rhythm.
The harder it becomes, the harsher his breath falls, and Castiel squirms once, twice. A sharp jolt races up his spine with a particular thrust of Dean's cock inside him, causing him to jerk, and he drops his head back, body arching forward to chase after the withdraw, to pull him down again. He wants, and it's fire-hot, throbbing through every inch of him as his fingers curl around Dean's side. Squeeze at his hip, dig his nails into his skin. Then, it's drag and touch, skirting over the shape of his ribs, over the edge of a nipple.
When Dean bites, Castiel bites back. He sucks at his bottom lip and licks at the corner, licks straight inside to kiss him deep as a moan tears itself free. ]
I need — [ He rolls his hips even more, gasping at the way he seems to slide even deeper into him. ] There. Right there.
[ It's too breathless to really be of much help, that place inside him lighting up with each hard shove against it, and he's moving with it, clutching at Dean's shoulders rather roughly in an attempt to hold on. He's being swept under the desire that rages through him, blood burning as he groans out something that might be harder, i won't break or please, please or dean every few seconds when he can get a breath. He's loud, uncaring, really, if anyone can hear them, and he tightens his legs around him, lifting them a little higher to get more.
More, more. He needs-- ]
Come on. [ Come on. It's hissed against Dean's ear, the hand at his shoulder slipping around his neck to cling to him and press their chests together. ] I know you can do better than that.
[ Because he's so, so close, and he just needs a little more. Everything is burning, and he swallows around another moan to kiss him, tastes the sweat and shudders with the force of it. ]
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Date: 2014-04-24 06:54 am (UTC)especially with that grip around him which threatens to chase away any sense or logic from his mind.
but cas is talking, and the small battle catches his greens eyes, realization dawning. of course. looking back at cas, the smirk, the suggestion takes a moment to sink in... but once it does, it really does. dean can feel his skin burn, heat up as it flashes through him, has him licking his lips unconsciously, eyes black with lust that he can't hide at all. ]
Show me.
[ insistent, demanding, but quieter, lost as he bites down on his own bottom lip. before cas can show him anything though, dean knows his jeans have to come off, so his hands slide to his friend's hips, buttons already undone making sliding the fabric down easier, tugging and pulling until all cas to do is kick them off...
show him, so he can do this next time. ]
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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--
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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. ]
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Date: 2014-04-25 03:48 am (UTC)... why is this taking so long? ]
Yeah. [ His voice is incredibly rough. ] Keep going. Keep —
[ There's a sharp, involuntary sound, and everything seems to hyper-focus on the pressure of his finger in combination with Dean's own, limbs tense as he works through it to accept everything and push up. The burn is familiar, the ache even more so, and even though he knows he needs more preparation, he really can't keep still, pulling his hand free to grip Dean's wrist and press down.
Castiel hisses, dropping his head back onto the pillows. ]
Another, Dean. I can take it.
[ He wants it. He wants, wants, wants. The grip on his wrist tightens, driving his hips against him and trying to spread his legs wider. So close. He's so close it hurts, and he stretches out with his other hand, under the bed where the lube had been to search out a condom and tear it open with his teeth. His breath cuts short. ] Here.
[ put this on and do it ]
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Date: 2014-04-26 09:10 pm (UTC)really, dean could probably finish on the sight alone.
his free hand palms over the smooth skin of cas' inner thigh, then presses down, spreading him further apart. it's all growing, becoming too much and dean feels ready to burst from the sight alone, working fingers, two-- going on three into cas with rough, sharp movements. it's when cas' hand goes to search for something that he reaches for the condom as well, only giving a jerk of a nod before, slipping his fingers out of cas...
he rolls the condom on easily enough, the slightest of sounds falling from him as his own hand slides over his dick. but he knows something better is coming, something he's wanted for a while-- and something they should have been doing from the start, maybe. his hands are at cas' hips, eyes briefly meeting cas' in a confirmation and then he's pressing closer, guiding himself, pressing-- ]
Jesus--
[ his hand slips, pushes a leg further apart, breath coming in short, hard exhales. it's hot, too hot and he doesn't think he can stop now even if cas asked him to, can't imagine having to draw out from the overwhelming heat, that tight grip which is so much better than anything he's had in years.
and all the while his voice comes in quiet, moaned out shards of cas' name, inch by inch pushing deeper in. ]
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Date: 2014-04-27 04:10 am (UTC)There's a ragged breath that tears out of him with every finger that's shoved into him, pulling him open and stretching him so much more than he's used to. Than he's been used to in a long, long time. And perhaps he's a little grateful for the fact no one else can hear this, no one else can see what Dean's doing to him with each thrust of his hand. He tastes the bitterness of his own sweat when he licks at his bottom lip, and there's an impossibly loud whine when he pulls his fingers free to roll on the condom.
This is why he does this, he thinks. It's to forget, to remember. To be so utterly focused on one thing that nothing else around him matters. His lungs burn when he tries to breathe again, and everything zeroes in on the throbbing pressure of Dean's touch, of his cock pushing into him and the weight of his palm on his thigh to spread him open.
It's too much, far too much. ]
Dean. Dean--
[ He curses like the wind's been knocked out of him, dragging his fingers up the length of the other man's back to fist what he can of his hair in an effort to hold on. It feels good to the point that it hurts, and then, it just hurts, barely enough lubricant and not even enough time spent easing the way. But he said he could take it, and he does, forcing his body to relax as much as he can so that once he's in, that's all there is to it.
Castiel waits a second, a short breath or two, and he's lifting his hips up to urge Dean to move. Move, move, move. Do something. Fuck him. He curls a leg around him and arches off the bed, jerking when his dick catches between them and moaning at the contrast.
please please please ]
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Date: 2014-05-04 08:29 am (UTC)so he fucks him.
he fucks him hard, rolls his hips only to shove the right back against cas, snaps in and out hard. the tightness, the grip of cas' body around him is too good though, searing heat and nothing like what dean's felt before. it chases away coherency so easily, leaves behind only raw desire as sweat rolls over his skin, down his back, as his breath comes in sharp, hard grunts and gasps.
fingers cradles up to cas' neck, feels his rabbit pulse underneath the pads. dean doesn't linger there for long though, let's them slide up the side of cas' face, pushes back sweat-slick hair. green meets blue for a brief instant, his eyes shining with fire and hunger, the same brutality as all of his thrusts. yet there's also that affection which has grown in their time together, battling with the rest of him.
he doesn't know how to be sweet, to be gentle. but this is them, isn't it? all rough edges and sharp angles. teeth and tugging as he bites cas' mouth, bruises him on those swollen lips just as he does where their bodies meet. it's like the desire, the need, forces him to make sure cas knows he's there, that this is all real-- that he feel every inch of dean as he buries himself into cas with one roll of his hips after another.
or maybe it's to ground dean himself; they're real, they're alive, they're doing this. ]
Louder. I wanna hear you.
[ come on, cas, he knows you can do better. ]
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Date: 2014-05-06 05:13 pm (UTC)The harder it becomes, the harsher his breath falls, and Castiel squirms once, twice. A sharp jolt races up his spine with a particular thrust of Dean's cock inside him, causing him to jerk, and he drops his head back, body arching forward to chase after the withdraw, to pull him down again. He wants, and it's fire-hot, throbbing through every inch of him as his fingers curl around Dean's side. Squeeze at his hip, dig his nails into his skin. Then, it's drag and touch, skirting over the shape of his ribs, over the edge of a nipple.
When Dean bites, Castiel bites back. He sucks at his bottom lip and licks at the corner, licks straight inside to kiss him deep as a moan tears itself free. ]
I need — [ He rolls his hips even more, gasping at the way he seems to slide even deeper into him. ] There. Right there.
[ It's too breathless to really be of much help, that place inside him lighting up with each hard shove against it, and he's moving with it, clutching at Dean's shoulders rather roughly in an attempt to hold on. He's being swept under the desire that rages through him, blood burning as he groans out something that might be harder, i won't break or please, please or dean every few seconds when he can get a breath. He's loud, uncaring, really, if anyone can hear them, and he tightens his legs around him, lifting them a little higher to get more.
More, more. He needs-- ]
Come on. [ Come on. It's hissed against Dean's ear, the hand at his shoulder slipping around his neck to cling to him and press their chests together. ] I know you can do better than that.
[ Because he's so, so close, and he just needs a little more. Everything is burning, and he swallows around another moan to kiss him, tastes the sweat and shudders with the force of it. ]