[ If Dean didn't want to kill half the camp for sleeping with Cas to begin with, he'd probably thank them for teaching Cas everything he knows about sex, because the way he twists his wrist and thumbs the tip of his cock has Dean groaning into Cas' mouth, sliding a hand up his side, over his chest and shoulder and up into his hair where he grips, tight, a full body shiver rolling down his spine. Goddamn. ]
I know I won't. [ Be able to, he means, because he's barely got a lid on now, let alone once he's buried balls deep inside his angel, hips flush. Cas is warm and supple, pliant under Dean and he meets the angels tongue with equal hunger, devouring him, committing the taste to memory, how it feels to pin him against the backseat, the scent of leather and sex hanging in the air.
He finds the little box and flicks it open, digs around until he finds what he's looking for. He doesn't open it though, not yet, instead he puts it within reach on the floorboard and slips a hand between the angels pretty thighs, wrapping his fingers around Cas. warm and strong. ]
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I know I won't. [ Be able to, he means, because he's barely got a lid on now, let alone once he's buried balls deep inside his angel, hips flush. Cas is warm and supple, pliant under Dean and he meets the angels tongue with equal hunger, devouring him, committing the taste to memory, how it feels to pin him against the backseat, the scent of leather and sex hanging in the air.
He finds the little box and flicks it open, digs around until he finds what he's looking for. He doesn't open it though, not yet, instead he puts it within reach on the floorboard and slips a hand between the angels pretty thighs, wrapping his fingers around Cas. warm and strong. ]