[ 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: 2014-05-04 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. ]