#top cas

theyre both just so relieved once everyone finds out theyve been fucking that they start being really careless, not that they Want to get caught or make anyone uncomfortable (not that they care either), but the pressure that was so overwhelming that it was almost imperceptible just sort of.. lifts off of them. like a stormcloud disappearing into the atmosphere so naturally you dont even notice. so they slowly stop sneaking around and just get comfortable being wrapped in each other as often as they possibly can. and if that happens when other people are having breakfast in the kitchen next door what of it. and if they can’t keep their hands off each other when they go to the gasn sip for a beer run even though cas tries his very best to push dean’s lower where theyre less likely to be seen they really can’t be blamed. all the long suffering eye rolls in the world won’t keep them from pressing their lips together and grabbing at any tiny inch of exposed skin, sliding hands up flannel shirts and into back pockets of well worn soft denim just to feel the contours of skin and bone and flesh beneath their fingers. so what if those fingers eventually slip under something a bit more intimate than denim, scratching tingles into all three layers of skin and everything magical below that. dipping into cracks and holes and punching soft moans from each other softly drunk on the madness of it all. its okay because whoever was there before is at this point long gone and dean never noticed because cas’s fingers are sooo gentle and slow in their pressing and spreading and cas is concentrating on dean’s smell that grows stronger and more irresistible with each second. by the time they finally open their eyes and look around the room even the netflix menu has gone to sleep and the last of the hallway lights have been turned off, empty beers and bags of popcorn left for them to clean up (serves them right). dean leans into cas’s shoulder and curls his body forward, stretching just enough to push cas’s hand into an uncomfortable position, only seconds later making up for it by pressing down hard into his open palm, pulling cas’s waiting fingers back inside his tight warmth where they’d been resting so perfectly moments before. cas wipes deans teasing grin off with his own lips, pulls him onto his lap and replaces his fingers with his leaking cock, letting dean’s press between their bellies while he strokes out the first beads of pre come and lightly traces the slit so that he can see dean’s eyes roll back in his head and watch his neck extend with a dancer’s grace. cas loves watching dean give in to these moments of ecstasy because he absolutely lets go of all pretense which usually leads to things like this - soft curves and blushing cheeks, featherlight fingertips dropping goosebumps on his skin because dean can’t ground himself while cas’s thrusts grow stronger from watching him stretch, listening to him whimper and sigh with each drag of cas’s dick along his ass and in and out of his pliant hole and he’s almost floating above him with each push and pull from below. cas lives for the moment just before dean comes, when his lashes flutter and his body shivers and shakes just perceptibly enough (to cas) that he can count precisely 1 and a half seconds before dean clenches down and wraps his arms around cas’s torso, pushing his hands up into cas’s hair while pressing down on his shoulders from every angle, completely encompassing and engulfing the man he loves, the angel he loves, with his entire body. as soon as the moment begins to pass and cas hears dean’s breathing even out he always takes a minute to count backwards a bit until their pulse starts a steady and slow beat and he can feel the tension in dean’s legs and arms just dissolve. sometimes they’ll sit like that for awhile, and cas will reach across the couch for a blanket so that they can nap a bit without worry, cuz even though they’re working on this PDA stuff, there are still plenty of things you just don’t want your family walking in on.