I hardly need a contraption to control my physical responses, Dean, when my hands are equally capable.
[ Besides, it would be much better to get it right the first time. But that was more than enough time wasting. Castiel opened the tube and squeexed a generous dollop into his own hand, putting the tube down as he reached across toward Dean. His fingers curled immediately around him, the liquid just a little bit cold to the touch, and the angel edged into the last of the space between them. ]
[Dean groaned out loudly when Castiel's lube filled hand curled around his cock. It might have been a bit cool but fuck it felt good. He quickly grabbed the lube and reached out for Castiel's cock, anxious to return the pleasure.
When he asked for a kiss Dean just smiled and leaned close, letting his lips press against Cas's in a deep kiss.]
[ Castiel smiled. The noise was exactly what he'd been hoping for, and as Dean slid into him, pressed that kiss to his lips, Castiel mirrored his urgency. He thrust his tongue into Dean's mouth, demanding, possessive, and gasped against him when Dean invited it with his touch, rocking his hips up to meet him, pulling Dean up so that they were kneeling together, almost chest to chest.
His breath gusted, soft and urgent: ] We should have--collected these ingredients a long time ago, just in case we needed them.
Yeah well, doing it now...[Dean groaned into the kiss and wrapped his free hand around Castiel's shoulders to press closer. He added a little twist to his wrist on the up stroke trying to figure out which touches drove the angel mad with desire. He wanted this to be the best hand job he'd ever had.]
[ That wasn't really very difficult, considering this was the only handjob he'd ever had. Castiel none the less encouraged Dean closer toward him, rocking his hips up into his fist as best he could from the position he'd adopted. It wasn't that easy. Castiel shuddered, unable to keep his sounds entirely to himself, but it was more important to Castiel by miles to return pleasure, something he did with surprising talent. Castiel knew where to touch his arousal to deliver all the best touches. His thumb brushed against the tip of his cock, and then his finger tipped sidewards, the tip of his nail dragging against the slit.
He stroked down, taking a firmer grip near the base and just pulling up half an inch, using a rougher touch here, where the skin was a little less sensitive. ]
[What Castiel lacked in finesse he certainly made up for with enthusiasm. Dean couldn't stop the groan that escaped him when Cas played with his slit. Some guys hated being touched there but Dean found he liked the way the sensitivity toed the line into overwhelming. He wouldn't mind it if Cas was a bit more forceful with his explorations there.
Dean let their foreheads touch as he panted through the pleasure, his own hand stroking Castiel with purpose. He continued to do what he mostly liked though a touch lighter as he was unsure just how much pressure the angel would enjoy.]
I'll be your God if you want me too. [He just couldn't help himself, he had to make a joke.]
[ It wasn't a joke to Castiel. He shivered, wrapping his other hand around the back of Dean's neck to hold him firmly, shivering at the intimacy of it all, the pleasure rolling through him, making his abdomen tremble, his cock already twitching in Dean's hand. Already sweat damp and needy, he already was finding himself spinning toward orgasm, set off at a hairtrigger by the merest touch, but also by the invitation. ]
You already are, [ He growled, low and soft and subtle, but full of emotion and intensity. Dean was his entire world, and Castiel believed in the man far more than he did anyone else. Certainly with God Himself absent, there was nobody who deserved the title more; nobody who gave so much and fought so hard to keep his Creation in one piece, and at great sacrifice, surrendering his happiness, his family, and the only life he'd ever known.
Dean deserved the title more than his Father, that was for sure.
But Castiel was letting go, pawing awkwardly for the sample container as his balls twitched and tightened, and a moment later he was spilling into it, trembling, partially slumping against the body in front of him. ]
[Dean fumbled seconds after Castiel and just barely managed to get the container where it needed to be before his orgasm washed over him leaving him seconds from falling over to recover.]
Cas...[Dean let the angel's name fall like a prayer as he panted, trying to recover from sensory overload. He released Castiel's own shaft and shakily reached to pull the angel's hand from his own. "Too much for now.."
[ Castiel lifted his hand away when prompted, and sighed softly, reaching across to put his container out of the way on their left, before taking Dean's from his hand and moving it across in the other direction. There was no question of mixing them up; his own seed had a certain mother-of-pearl sheen.
He reached his arm around Dean's shoulder and bent in to kiss gently at his neck, exhaling against his ear. ]
That really was wonderful. Much better than doing it alone.
[ He purred, nuzzling in closer still. Forget the job, and the toys, this was the closeness he'd always wanted from Dean, after all. There was affection here, such as he'd only imagined Dean felt, and love, and comfort. For the first time Castiel felt absolutely content with this world, as though everything had clicked neatly into place. ]
There's nothing wrong with waiting just a little longer.
[It was still weird, all the sudden affection from Cas, but he stayed close. He drank it in and savored every second. Years of pent up want and need coming out in the little kisses he left on the angel's neck and lips. He held on tightly reassuring himself that Castiel wasn't going anywhere.]
[ So weird. He knew that - he did - and he knew that Dean felt it a great deal more surely than Castiel did. To the angel, sexuality choices were irrelevant. It wasn't something that mattered, whether someone wanted to sleep with a man or a woman, except that it had prevented Dean from properly demonstrating affection for him.
And yet, he was demonstrating it now, and that was enough. It was as though someone had opened a door in Dean that Castiel himself hadn't known existed.
He brushed another kiss to his temple in return, then dipped down so that he could find Dean's lips, offering something sweet and tender. ]
So what you're saying is you're no spring chicken, [ he murmured, amused.
He reached across, curled his arms around Dean's shoulders and gave him a sharp tug, and in the next second they were rearranged almost by magic, with Castiel stretched out and Dean laying across his lap. He bent over, fetching down some of the boxes, and handed one of them to Dean. ]
Unpack that, [ he prompted, before starting on unpacking a box with a vibrating wand in it. Innocently. ]
Yeah, no spring chicken. [Then he's sitting down and Cas is lying across Dean's lap. He takes the package with a dildo inside of it and begins to unpackage it.]
[ Castiel paws the package open, finally, getting it out of the cardboard, and then the plastic, and then turning the pristine new device over in his hands. When he pressed down on the button, this time, the vibrator began to hum. The "Try Me" button on the outside had indicated, obviously, that in this case batteries certainly were included.
Without a word of explanation, he pressed the vibrating device against Dean's side, just underneath his ribs, which was as low as he could reach with the angle he was currently laying in. ]
[ Castiel looked up at Dean contentedly, lightly sharing his amusement as he pulled his body away. He turned the vibrator off, at least for the moment, and curled it into his hand, squirming slightly against the glossy surface of the dildo as it pressed against him.
A little breathless as he replied: ] Yes. Yes, Dean, please.
[ He spins to look around himself, first in one direction and then the other, and then hands the lubricant off across to Dean. After that, it's simply a case of rearranging himself in the pile of pillows, although he gets as far as sitting up on his knees before asking for Dean's opinion on that. ]
[Dean chuckles at Cas's adorable uncertainty and gently nudges him onto his back.] Like this. With that he takes the lube and slicks several fingers. He presses one against Castiel's entrance and slowly presses it inside. Logically he knows he can't hurt the angel, but he want's to make this experience mind blowing if possible.]
[ Lay back. Okay, he could do that. He trusts Dean absolutely, implicitly, and he sinks gently down into the pillows, catching his breath as the other man leans over him, reaching up to track just his fingers along Dean's arm, feeling him move, feeling the muscles stretch as he finds his mark, the intention behind them.
He still groans, softly, as that finger presses him inside, an unusual experience at best, trying not to grip Dean's arm too tightly, though it's inevitable that he leave bruises here and there during this process. ]
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[ Besides, it would be much better to get it right the first time. But that was more than enough time wasting. Castiel opened the tube and squeexed a generous dollop into his own hand, putting the tube down as he reached across toward Dean. His fingers curled immediately around him, the liquid just a little bit cold to the touch, and the angel edged into the last of the space between them. ]
Would it be too much to ask you to kiss me?
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When he asked for a kiss Dean just smiled and leaned close, letting his lips press against Cas's in a deep kiss.]
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His breath gusted, soft and urgent: ] We should have--collected these ingredients a long time ago, just in case we needed them.
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He stroked down, taking a firmer grip near the base and just pulling up half an inch, using a rougher touch here, where the skin was a little less sensitive. ]
God, Dean--Dean, Dean, Dean.
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Dean let their foreheads touch as he panted through the pleasure, his own hand stroking Castiel with purpose. He continued to do what he mostly liked though a touch lighter as he was unsure just how much pressure the angel would enjoy.]
I'll be your God if you want me too. [He just couldn't help himself, he had to make a joke.]
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You already are, [ He growled, low and soft and subtle, but full of emotion and intensity. Dean was his entire world, and Castiel believed in the man far more than he did anyone else. Certainly with God Himself absent, there was nobody who deserved the title more; nobody who gave so much and fought so hard to keep his Creation in one piece, and at great sacrifice, surrendering his happiness, his family, and the only life he'd ever known.
Dean deserved the title more than his Father, that was for sure.
But Castiel was letting go, pawing awkwardly for the sample container as his balls twitched and tightened, and a moment later he was spilling into it, trembling, partially slumping against the body in front of him. ]
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Cas...[Dean let the angel's name fall like a prayer as he panted, trying to recover from sensory overload. He released Castiel's own shaft and shakily reached to pull the angel's hand from his own. "Too much for now.."
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He reached his arm around Dean's shoulder and bent in to kiss gently at his neck, exhaling against his ear. ]
That really was wonderful. Much better than doing it alone.
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So it might be a few minutes till I can get it up again.
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[ He purred, nuzzling in closer still. Forget the job, and the toys, this was the closeness he'd always wanted from Dean, after all. There was affection here, such as he'd only imagined Dean felt, and love, and comfort. For the first time Castiel felt absolutely content with this world, as though everything had clicked neatly into place. ]
There's nothing wrong with waiting just a little longer.
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Yeah, got the rest of the night to get this done.
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And yet, he was demonstrating it now, and that was enough. It was as though someone had opened a door in Dean that Castiel himself hadn't known existed.
He brushed another kiss to his temple in return, then dipped down so that he could find Dean's lips, offering something sweet and tender. ]
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Can you like conjure a thicker cushion? My knees are killing me in this position.
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He reached across, curled his arms around Dean's shoulders and gave him a sharp tug, and in the next second they were rearranged almost by magic, with Castiel stretched out and Dean laying across his lap. He bent over, fetching down some of the boxes, and handed one of them to Dean. ]
Unpack that, [ he prompted, before starting on unpacking a box with a vibrating wand in it. Innocently. ]
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What's that you have?
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Without a word of explanation, he pressed the vibrating device against Dean's side, just underneath his ribs, which was as low as he could reach with the angle he was currently laying in. ]
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That tickles! [He presses the dildo in his hands against castiel's ass letting him feel the length of it.] Do you want this inside of you?
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A little breathless as he replied: ] Yes. Yes, Dean, please.
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[ He spins to look around himself, first in one direction and then the other, and then hands the lubricant off across to Dean. After that, it's simply a case of rearranging himself in the pile of pillows, although he gets as far as sitting up on his knees before asking for Dean's opinion on that. ]
Facing away from you?
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He still groans, softly, as that finger presses him inside, an unusual experience at best, trying not to grip Dean's arm too tightly, though it's inevitable that he leave bruises here and there during this process. ]
A-ah... Dean.