[ 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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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.