Confession & A Handjob...
Rough RP Draft of smut in my fic take 9
[5/26/2016 4:44:02 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ reaches over, grabbing Castiel by the face and pulls him in close, smirking. "You may be bro-zoned in Dabb’s world, but not mine.“ He leans in, lips dangerously close… "DO I do it???” ***
[5/26/2016 4:45:35 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ grabs Dean’s pocket, looking meekly at his shoes. “Dean…” he breaths shakily ***
[5/26/2016 4:48:04 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ rubs Cas’ temples with his thumbs softly, trying to make eye contact. "Cas?“ he can sense he is nervous.. ***
[5/26/2016 4:52:59 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ glances quickly up at Dean’s face, his blue eyes wide with hope and fear. Lowering his gaze to Dean’s lips he instinctively leans in towards Dean, curious at how his body is tingling strangely, the sensation isn’t new to him, being a regular occurance around his best friend… But this time is more intense than he’s ever felt and his knees are giving way ***
[5/26/2016 4:59:00 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ keeps his hands around Cas’ face, but his own eyes search through Castiel’s beautiful blue gaze. As Cas leans in, so does he. Once their lips make contact, his own eyes flutter closed. This was something he had wanted to do for a long time, but it seemed as if the timing was never right… And now… His hands fell from the Angel’s face to his chest, then down around his waist, wrapping to pull him in a bit closer, if he hadn’t been stopped. ***
[5/26/2016 5:01:50 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ spreads his wings as far as they will reach, lights shattering in overhead ***
[5/26/2016 5:03:19 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ breaks the kiss, seemingly unphased at this point of the breaking glass and lights fluttering and shattering. Though, he down smirk, resting his hands on Castiel’s hips. "I take it that was.. good?” ***
[5/26/2016 5:04:28 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ keeps his eyes closed and takes a steadying breath, his wings folding back down to his sides ***
[5/26/2016 5:06:15 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ leaves his forehead rested against Castiel’s as he takes in the moment. His right hand lifting to graze the backs of his fingertips over his scruffy cheek. ***
[5/26/2016 5:10:37 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ opens his eyes slowly, the blue burning into Dean’s green like unstoppable flames. “Dean…” he half growls, his hands curling around Dean’s jacket collar. He shoves him roughly backwards into the bunker wall, his full weight pressing on him. He pauses, breath hitching slightly ***
[5/26/2016 5:14:55 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ wasn’t quite expecting that reaction… and before he knows it, after eye contact is made he finds himself being shoved back hit the bunker wall with his back. There’s a gasp as the wind is knocked from him a moment, feeling Castiel’s weight against him…. His eyes, seemingly glazed over, search over Castiel’s face, his hands brought up to grip Castiel’s wrists. "Not good?“ Well, how was he supposed to know? Castiel could snap him like a twig if he wanted to. ***
[5/26/2016 5:17:12 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ looks down at Dean’s hands curiosly, taking in his words. ***
[5/26/2016 5:22:36 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ looks back up at Dean’s face and tilts his head slightly, trying to process what just happened. "Sorry” he says, loosening his grip on Dean’s collar and pulling away slightly. “Sometimes I forget how heavy this vess- I am”. He lifts his fingertips curiously up to Dean’s lips.. “Dean you seem dehydrated. Do you want a glass of water?” his fingers run across the dry skin of Dean’s lips, his mind torn between concern for Dean and his desire to be as close to him as possible. ***
[5/26/2016 5:35:19 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ can breathe a little as Castiel pulls back. The feeling of his fingertips over his lips cause him to narrow his eyes, just watching him… but he is smirking at Castiel’s observations. "No, I don’t… need any water Cas, I…“ His hand lifts, taking a small hold on Castiel’s, and he pulls it down, placing it flat on his chest so that he can feel how rapid his heart is beating. "Can you feel that?” His voice is soft and in an intimate vocal level so that only the two of them can hear it. ***
[5/26/2016 5:41:36 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ feels the steady race of Dean’s heart drumming against his palm. He frowns, curiously. “Why is your heart beating like that?” he runs through the correct CPR techniques for a man of Dean’s age, height and weight, in an instant. Not taking his eyes off Dean’s face he places two fingers against his neck to feel his own pulse. He’s surprised to find it too is racing. “What’s happening Dean? Why is my pulse also above normal human speed?” his body feels different and it unsettles him ***
[5/26/2016 5:47:59 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ can’t help put grin wide. Castiel’s face is contorted with worry, but he reaches up to take Cas’ hand away from his neck and pulls it in closer to kiss softly. "This happens when two humans are attracted to one another, Cas… This is what…“ He swallows hard, the word being caught in his throat. Looking down, his attention is on Castiel’s hands a moment, before peering back up at his face. "Please tell me I am not the only one that feels happy right now… like… I overwhelmingly happy?” What would Sam think? His mind was conflicting back and forth between what was right and wrong, especially based on how he was raised by that ol’ retired Marine with a knack for whiskey and women. And now, this.. Not just a man but… and Angel. ***
[5/26/2016 6:17:58 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ Cas stares in wonder at Dean’s words. “This is not something I’ve encountered before Dean. It’s very … potent” he struggles trying to find the right phrasing for what he’s feeling. “It would seem I do not want to leave your presence any more than you do mine…” He looks curiously at Dean’s hand clasping his own and pulls it carefully towards his lips, mimicking Dean’s action he kisses his hand, the scent of Dean’s skin making his nostrils flare. ***
[5/26/2016 6:27:37 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ inhales, closing his eyes as he turns Dean’s palm over and places it on his chest. “Dean it pleases me to be this close to you. I do not know why but when I’m in contact with you I feel.. calm. My father once described human emotions to me as they are different from Angels’. I remember he described l-love…” Cas stumbles over the word, aware that it has many different meanings and hoping Dean understands what he’s trying to communicate. ***.
[5/26/2016 12:59:41 PM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ nods softly at the ‘potent’ comment Castiel made. It really was… He wasn’t really aware how bad he yearned for this until now. His eyes try to keep on Castiel’s every chance they get. When they weren’t met, his gaze rest over Castiel’s features, as if he were memorizing every bump or imperfection of his face. The kiss to his hand caused a bit of a flush to wash over his face in a blush. Wait, wasn’t this what girls did to his advances? How the hell did the tables get flipped? For only a split second his face conveyed this confusion, which Castiel wouldn’t see. ***
[5/26/2016 1:04:34 PM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ allows Castiel to flatten his palm as well, feeling his heart race just as fast. Wasn’t his vessel technically dead? His body was… very very much alive… Castiel’s voice, so deep and comforting washes over his ears, trailing like a trickle down his spine in pleasure. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. Not even with Lisa, did he feel this way. He thought he did, but not anything like this. As that word is spoken… 'l-love’… Dean shoots his glance back to the Angel’s eyes, trying to make contact again… Both of his hands slip up over Castiel’s neck, and push up into his hair, holding snug to pull his forehead back to his own, hoping to whisper against those lips… “Cas…. I… ” He hesitates only because he is so scared. "He was right about Love… This…“ ***
[5/26/2016 9:54:30 PM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ feels the blush on Dean’s face as their foreheads meet. He closes his eyes again, longing to hear Dean say he needs him, that he’s important, that he’s family… That the profound bond he felt when he first touched Dean’s soul in hell and dragged him out with all his angelic strength, is not just felt by him. That Dean feels it too ***
[5/26/2016 10:16:13 PM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ relishes in that contact as they stand there… His hands remain in Castiel’s hair and he pushes his lips closer to the Angel’s… "I need you Cas, I…” Maybe Castiel could read his mind or maybe his energy gave off what he felt so much Castiel yearned to hear it… they definitely seemed to be on the same page. "I don’t want to let you go, I never … “ And, since he wasn’t able to form a complete sentence at this moment, his mouth instead is placed upon Castiel’s, and he attempts to kiss out his feeling for him, not stopping at simple lip to lip, but more passionate tongue interlacing kissing. Something Castiel would have experienced when he was human with that bitch who tried to kill him. God Dean hoped he didn’t forget. Or at least allowed himself to go through the motions. ***
[5/27/2016 2:43:31 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ feels Dean’s hands in his hair, his tongue against Dean’s, the weight of Dean’s body against him. His mind goes blank and he moves in unison with Dean, human instinct taking over. It confuses and thrills him, knowing he’s kissing Dean like a human. In this moment he isn’t an angel, just a man. His heart is full to bursting and he can’t express it so he growles Dean’s name against his mouth, his hands finding the collar of his trenchcoat and ripping it from his own body. ***
[5/27/2016 2:49:11 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ too, becomes lost in the embrace. Their mouths melded together, the feeling of the heat throbbing between them. Hearing the coat being ripped from Castiel’s body to his the floor, Dean’ hands slide down from Cas’ hair to his tie, trying to unknot it, then pull him closer, both hands gripping the fabric tight. There was a moan against Castiel’s lips as he growled his name, and a breathy husk emits, "Cas…” ***
[5/27/2016 2:59:32 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ moves his hands to Dean’s shoulders, trying to concentrate as he carefully removes Dean’s jacket, folding it impossibly fast and laying it on the table beside them neatly. He does a quick mental check of what is expendable and what needs protecting before he lets go of his caution and rips open Dean’s plaid shirt. The buttons scatter unheard on the floor ***
[5/27/2016 3:03:12 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ moves his hands up Dean’s neck and into his hair, pulling his face away. “Dean..” he growles again, this time softer than before. He closes his eyes and lets his head roll back, a tear on each cheek hangs at his jawline ***
[5/27/2016 3:07:49 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ ’s breath catches in his throat and a pained sob escapes his lips. ***
[5/27/2016 3:12:30 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ helps remove his coat, allowing Castiel to remove and rip open his flannel shirt… There’s a black t-shirt underneath. But… as Castiel’s head is pulled back, he falls flat against the wall again, watching Castiel’s features with a worried scowl. "Cas?“ His hands release the tie, and each palm is placed on both of Castiel’s cheeks, trying to pull his face back to meet his gaze. "What’s… what’s the matter Cas?” His voice is soft, his cheeks are red and his breathing has already become erratic from his adrenaline being picked up in arousal and absolute lust. "Talk to me…“ ***
[5/27/2016 3:28:49 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ winces at his name but talks to the ceiling. "Dean… It’s ok I just have not experienced this before so intensely. I don’t know why but my throat is tight and my eyes appear to be leaking”. His grip softens on Dean’s hair, instead pulling Dean in towards him for an embrace. He rests his forehead on Dean’s shoulder, tears dripping into the soft shirt fabric. He inhales, his heart expanding with the familiar scent of whiskey, leather and cheap bar soap. He holds him for a moment before mumbling in Dean’s ear “Dean I don’t want to be another one of your weekend female callers” ***
[5/27/2016 3:40:14 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ can’t help but keep his eyes glued to Castiel’s face as he goes through his motions… His eyes have become that of worry, concern… But hearing the words wash out of Castiel’s mouth, and seeing those tears fall down his cheeks, causes Dean to swallow back his own sorrow for the Angel. His own tears boil, and unfortunately seeing Castiel so upset causes one to fall from his own eye slowly. "Cas… I’m not going anywhere…“ His voice may have broken a little in that sentence. The new coming embrace is something he had waited for and caused him to relax a little bit. "Is that what you think I’m going to do to you Cas? Fuck you and… leave you?” His arms are wrapped around Castiel’s body so snuggly, one hand resting at the back of Castiel’s head as they hug and Castiel weeps on his shoulder seemingly uncontrollably. It was… humbling and very sweet to Dean, as well as heartbreaking. ***
[5/27/2016 4:13:33 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ lets himself cry, his hands gripping the back of Dean’s shirt. He can’t imagine his lonely existence being filled by anyone. The betrayal of his family still tears at him like the tip of an angel blade. He only knows he can’t really live if Dean isn’t there. It frightens him to care about a human so deeply, especially one so prone to danger. He vows silently to not live without him until Dean orders him away. He takes a shuddering breath and when he speaks his voice is calm. “I understand why you do it Dean. The road must be very lonely for you and Sam”. He releases Dean from the embrace unwillingly, and thumbs the tear from his cheek, concern pulling at his resolve. “Loneliness is a human emotion I have experience in. I do not want to relive what my family have done to me at the hands of a … friend” he hesitates on the word, knowing it to be a lie to his very core but not wanting Dean to feel obligated. Even from afar he will protect him. Even if Dean orders him away. ***
[5/27/2016 4:23:24 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ has a look of confusion and fear settling in. His heart rate skyrockets as he is released from the embrace and Castiel pulls back. Castiel’s words shoot through his chest like the first blade, or even his own Angel blade… For a moment he can’t breathe, but after closing his eyes, he looks downward, pushing off the wall and reaching out to wrap his arms around Castiel’s neck and shoulders. The embrace is so tight, and he is speechless for a moment while he tries to gather his words. "Don’t leave me, Cas. I love you… and I need you man… more than ever.. And right now…..“ His voice broken, he pulls back to try and look him in the eyes if he can. "Please…” He was pleading through voice, body language as well as his eyes. ***
[5/27/2016 4:33:34 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ watches Dean’s face break, his chest aching. When Dean embraces him Cas is taken aback. “I love you… I need you” The words roll around his head, barely making sense. As Dean pulls back, Cas loses himself in Dean’s eyes, unable to speak for a moment. When he does his voice is soft like velvet.
“You love me Dean? Like you love Sam?” he is confused at the meaning behing Dean’s words ***
[5/27/2016 4:42:13 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ tries to search Castiel’s eyes for answers while he is quiet. The question laid before him causes his tear soaked eyes to drizzle a couple of tears down his rugged face. "Sammy’s my brother, and I would die without him… just like I would die without you. Its different but the same all at once because you aren’t my little brother…“ He pauses, both of his hands resting on Castiel’s chest, looking down, then back up at his face, a hand lifting to touch and lightly rub at his gruffy five 'o clock shadow he was notorious for. "I’m just as… as scared as you are right now, trust me this isn’t something I ever saw coming…” And then the other hand joins, pulling Castiel closer, forehead resting against forehead once again while he tries to gather his words. "But it’s something I want, something I know deep down I need… You are my everything, Cas, and I never understood that until recently,“ His own voice had softened but he sounded passionate with his words. Not even Lisa had gotten this type of devotion and obsession and longing need. He hoped he could make Castiel understand. ***
[5/27/2016 4:54:24 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ closes his eyes at Dean’s touch, leaning into Dean’s palm. He reads the face of the man he can’t live without and sees no trace of falsehood. Finally understanding, he smiles for a moment, his hand cupping the side of Dean’s jaw. He tilts his head slightly and picks up the samulet gently between his fingers, smiling.
"I believe my father wanted me to find you from the beginning… He is all-knowing”. Castiel lets the pendant fall back against Dean’s chest. He licks his bottom lip slowly before locking his eyes on Dean. He watches the blush rise
up Dean’s cheeks and with his lips against Deans says clearly “I love you too” before melting into another passionate kiss. ***
[5/27/2016 5:05:15 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ was never anything but honest. Well, unless he was trying to get information, then he could be a lying sonofabitch to get what he wanted. But in this situation, with this Angel, this MAN in front of him, he couldn’t lie about his feelings. The smirk makes him feel a sigh of relief. Whew, he was able to convey to Castiel how he felt. Castiel’s touch to his chest, looking at the samulet, then releasing along with his words causes Dean to smirk softly in return. "He was pretty good at predicting when I would scratch my balls.“ Reference to those Supernatural books God had published as Chuck. A jolt of pleasure washes over Dean’s body from his red cheeks to his spine, through his abdomen and straight through his groin the moment Castiel licks his bottom lip. It was fucking sexy, and Dean wasn’t able to hide that. And then his prayer is answered.. Castiel returns the words, and soon closes the distance between their lips to bring forth another passionate embrace. Kissing him back with just as much if not more fire, Dean’s arms shift up to grip the opening of Castiel’s shirt where the buttons lie, and he starts to pull at the fabric, causing Castiel’s own shirt buttons to be popped free for Dean to feel the soft flesh of his chest and abdomen. The warmth drove him crazy… And he was more than aroused at this point. ***
[5/27/2016 5:20:02 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ pushes Dean back up against the wall, his hands sliding under Dean’s tshirt to run his thumbs over the hot skin and along Dean’s hipbones. He gently bites Dean’s bottom lip, producing a groan that causes his hands to shake. He is holding his own with this man with so much more experience, and it thrills him when Dean’s hips are being pushed against his own. His mouth finds Dean’s neck and he bites Dean’s earlobe playfully, sending electricity down his thighs. His wings unfurl again with his sudden arousal, cocooning them both against the wall in black feathers.
He rips Dean’s tshirt open, longing to touch the tattoo that protects the man he loves. As his fingers trace over the black ink he feels Dean shudder, the hairs on his arms standing up.
"I’m sorry Dean you’re cold” Cas pulls Dean’s shirt across his chest in an attempt to warm him ***
[5/27/2016 5:29:12 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ oofs lightly, feeling that wall at his back once more. Castiel’s hands up under his t-shirt sends chills down his spine, washing over his body to produce goosebumps, his nipples hardening at the contact. He wasn’t expecting his clothing to be ripped to pieces today, but he surely wasn’t going to stop Castiel either. He was enjoying the contact more than ever. His jeans had become rather tight in the groin with his arousal feeding his erection that was growing below the denim. His hands stay around Castiel’s face as he feels the finger tip tracing his tattoo. The cold comment causes Dean to chuckle. "No Cas, I’m quite the opposite, actually.“ To help him understand, he removes both shirts and tosses them to the floor, leaving himself topless in front of the Angel… And his hands reach down to Castiel’s belt. "I have… wanted this for… so long.” ***
[5/27/2016 9:46:09 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ ’s eyes fall onto Dean’s naked chest, his fingertips tracing over the veins in Dean’s arms. He watches as Dean shudders slightly under his touch. Then Dean’s hands are on his belt and he can’t focus. His pants feel tight against him as Dean starts to undo the buckle. Cas follows Dean’s lead and tears the rest of his suit coat and shirt off, throwing them on top of Dean’s. Before he loses focus completely, he grabs Dean’s hands “Dean? What if Sam…” he glances towards the door, worry creasing his brow. ***
[5/27/2016 9:59:09 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ does quiver under Castiel’s touch… His arms flext as well, as Castiel’s hands trail the length. Once the belt is unbuckled, he whips Castiel’s belt free of his body, his hands being stopped right as he works at the button and zipper of his pants. Pausing, his eyes move to meet Cas’… “He’s not gunna be home for a few hours, it’s ok, don’t worry…” His hands pull free from Castiel’s pants, and his arms wrap around his waist, pushing off the wall with his weight toward Cas, using it to flip them around so that Cas was now back - to wall. Both hands trail up Castiel’s bare chest to his neck, then his jaw. "Trust me, Cas…“ The words are whispered right on top of the Angel’s. ***
[5/27/2016 10:14:50 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ continues to look nervous but suddenly it’s for a whole different reason. His eyes lock onto Dean’s as he’s shoved roughly against the wall. Dean’s hands on his jaw send his tongue to his bottom lip again instinctively. He’s blushing now with Dean pressed up against him, his hands feel rough but are gentle in their touch. Cas feels Dean’s breath on his mouth and drags Dean against him by the hips. The skin on skin contact finally breaks Castiel’s hesitation and he growls Dean’s name again, one hand sliping up his back, the nails digging into Dean’s shoulder, the other wrapped around Dean’s waist as if by pulling them together he can merge his soul with Dean’s ***
[5/27/2016 10:17:46 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ finds Dean’s mouth and devours it. His urgency to have Dean is rising up in him and threatening to consume him. His blue eyes are burning with fire and lust. He’s never felt this way before. More lights explode ***
[5/27/2016 11:12:59 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ can feel a rather potent throb between them below the belt as his hips are ground against Castiel’s… That tongue to lip action just sets him over the edge. Hearing his name, and then those nails, that embrace. The kiss is reciprocated in the most passionate way, his hands drifting back down the bare flesh of Castiel’s chest once more, over his nipples that are likely just as taut as his, then to his abdomen, then the button of his pants. Quickly, he unfastens Castiel’s pants, working the zipper all while keeping the kiss unbroken. A deep moan emits past his throat and into Castiel’s mouth as he slips a hand into his pants to take a firm grip and squeeze at his cock… The soft flesh of his manhood and the warmth from his arousal are so much to take in, it almost knocks Dean breathless. His own pants remain, and even become much tighter in reaction, which emits another groan of lust. ***
[5/27/2016 11:14:04 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ is of course once again, unfazed by the lights exploding around them. It was something he had become quite accustomed to since he met the Angel at his mercy. In fact, he kinda thought it was adorable… ***
[5/27/2016 11:32:30 AM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ scrunches up his eyes with a sharp gasp as Dean grips him. He pushes Dean away slightly, the kiss renewed with enthusiasm, and drops his hands to Dean’s pants. His fingers aren’t working properly and his brain keeps stuttering from the warmth of Dean’s hands gently stroking him. His breath is ragged and he keeps groaning against Dean’s mouth as he fumbles with the zipper. He is eager to return the favour and nervous too. Having very limited experience his hands shake and he breaks the zipper, Dean’s jeans hit the floor. Cas breaks the kiss and looks down. "Dean I’m sorry, your pants… You… Where is your underwear?” ***
[5/27/2016 11:43:01 AM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ shivers when he hears Castiel gasp. Knowing he is giving the Angel pleasure makes him much more aroused. This was something Dean typically went for while making love, to please his partner. And he wanted nothing more than to please Castiel in hopes of this happening many many agains… Hearing the zipper rip and feeling his pants fall free from his body, he glances down from the broken kiss. "It’s fine Cas… it’s just pants.“ There was a slight chuckle and one of his pretty boy grins. Glancing back up to meet his gaze, he keeps his smirk, and replies in an intimate voice. "It’s called Commando, who needs underwear? Easier access anyways, right?” His own cock is pretty much at full hardened girth and length at this point, and is pressed up under Castiel’s which remains in Dean’s palm… There’s a moment of silence as Dean looks into Castiel’s eyes, as if he is trying to memorize every tiny detail of the beautiful blue hue. "Relax Cas… just go with the flow, you can’t mess up love…“ His free hand is his support, palm on the wall near Castiel’s head. ***
[5/27/2016 12:02:28 PM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ looks Dean square in the eye and says strongly "I . love . you . Dean” before kissing him again. His hands trace gently down Dean’s abdomen and across his hips, trembling he runs his fingertips through the dark mess of hair at the base of Dean’s cock. He takes a steadying breath and trails them along Dean’s full length, wrapping them gently aroung him. Dean moans into his mouth as Cas begins to pull slowly on him, marvelling at how well he fits in his hand. “Dean” he groans, resting his forehead against Dean’s chest. “Dean I…” he gasps as Dean increases the tempo, biting into Dean’s collarbone, his free hand gripping Dean’s shoulder. He follows suit, taking note of Dean’s breathing as he strengthens his grip and speeds up. His hips are involuntarily pressing into Dean’s and his back begins to curve against the wall. He marvels at the amount of pleasure Dean’s hand is causing and hopes he’s returning even a fraction of what he’s feeling. ***
[5/27/2016 12:11:29 PM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ catches a breath once he feels Castiel’s hand around his girth. The squeeze, then the stroking increasing stifles out a deep, near predatorial groan. Something Castiel surely had never heard out of him before, as much as Dean had never heard the sounds he was now out of his now lover. Those words rang through his head as they had looked into eachother’s eyes and he smirked, genuinely, only to return said words of endearment the moment Cas rests his head on his chest. "Fuck I love you too, Cas… So much.“ Bringing his hips in closer and beginning to thrust against Castiel’s hand, he moans into his ear, "I need you Cas, I need to f…feel you… I want you… fuck that feels so good.” His face is flush with arousal, a pink tingue settling over his body as well showing his pleasure, and his cock soon seeps a little drizzle of pre-cum the more the Angel strokes and squeezes at his cock. ***
[5/27/2016 12:39:03 PM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ smiles internally at Dean’s reaction to his words, his heart full of utter devotion. He can barely breathe as he feels Dean push into his hand and the sounds he’s making tip Cas over the edge. He can’t breathe but somehow he manages to splutter out “Dean I feel… I-ah! Oh… Dean don’t st—” he falls silent for a split second before he climaxes. His eyes burn so bright Dean has to look away. Cas can barely stand and leans his head on Dean’s chest, gasping and shaking and sweating. His hand is gripped around Dean almost too tightly and he lessens his grip for a moment as he recovers ***
[5/27/2016 12:46:11 PM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ glances away as Castiel’s eyes glow. That… is definitely something he’s never experienced until that point. The glass shattering and wings, he was attune to, but the eyes, while bright as hell made him smirk. He pushes his body weight against Castiel to keep him up against the wall. Squeezing and stroking faster as he is told to keep going, he doesn’t end until Castiel is done cumming between them. The warmth of Castiel’s cum spitting against his abdomen as he climaxes causes Dean to growl out against his ear, his own cock twitching and soon releasing a heavy shot of thick, sticky hot cum ino Castiel’s hand and most likely down his dress slacks pant leg. Well, guess they are even on ruining pants at that point. The orgasm was graced by a loud grunted moan, and then Dean’s mouth is forced hard against Castiel’s, kissing him with fire, passion and absolute hunger. ***
[5/27/2016 12:56:02 PM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ wraps Dean in his arms, his wings fanning them both to cool off. He melts into the kiss, shaky and weak. His eyes widen as a chuckle escapes his lips. He pulls back surprised at the sound coming from him ***
[5/27/2016 12:57:49 PM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ feels a smile on his face and marvels at this new human emotion. He’s got the giggles ***
[5/27/2016 1:01:46 PM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ wraps Dean up again and grins, burying his face into Dean’s neck. He feels Dean’s body tense in response to his chuckle and runs his hand through his hair to reassure him. “Sorry Dean… I am not sure what is happening. Am I, is this laughter?” ***
[5/27/2016 1:06:42 PM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ can’t help but smile, allowing their bodies to slide down the wall to the floor. The wings fanning around them only spreads their sexual scent about and causes Dean to grin wide after the broken kiss, his hands now moving to embrace Cas’ face again. Resting his forehead against Castiel’s, he isn’t so much tense at all, in fact he feels amazing and he replies, “You are happy, Cas. Laughter means happiness…” He kisses those lips, then once again tries to search deep within Castiel’s eyes. "Don’t ever leave me, please….“ Yeah, so he made a serious comment, but he was still smiling, and very very much engrossed in this newfound love he was feeling. ***
[5/27/2016 1:15:02 PM] *** Çαšŧıєℓ touches Dean’s face gently. "Dean” he says, eyes on fire again, “I will stay beside you until the end of everything. And when a reaper comes for you I will hand over my blade and die by your side. Hell could not keep me from you” he says touching where Dean’s scar used to be “and death will be no different”.
He wraps his wings around Dean tightly and kisses him slowly and sweetly ***
[5/27/2016 1:22:39 PM] *** Ðεαη Ѡiηcɧεsтεŗ quivers in pleasure as a chill runs through his body at Castiel’s gentle touch… The sound of his name rolling off of Castiel’s lips gives him goosebumps every time, and now, it will be even more significant than ever. He will never, ever forget this night, the love shared between them, the first time they expressed how much they couldn’t live without one another. His face turns to look where Castiel’s hand left a scar at one point on his bicep… There is a tingling sensation that burns as Castiel’s hand lays upon his flesh, aslmost as if a phantom reminder of when Castiel lifted him from hell. His eyes shift and look back toward Castiel’s face, and there are a couple of tears rolling down his face again. Oh the chick flick moments. Ha! "I’m gunna keep your word on that, because if you don’t I will come back as a Demon and hunt your feathery ass down myself until I devour you whole.“ It was just kinda rolled off of his lips, but he smirks, pressing his hands to the Angel’s chest. "You have me until my last breath and then after.” ***
