[ 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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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.