[ Bless Dean's simple, horny nature. He's receptive to Castiel's kisses, and Cas smiles against his throat for it, and then chuckles at Dean's flattery. ]

I'll have it pressed on vinyl for you.

[ He teases between open-mouthed kisses to Dean's neck. Then he sucks a very mouth-shaped bruise just above where Dean's pulse flutters away, wonderfully, beautifully alive. Castiel sighs after, utterly contented as he breathes in the salt-and-fire smell of Dean's skin and soul. His thumbs trace the jut of Dean's hipbones just above the line of his jeans while he nuzzles Dean's neck like a possessive cat, and asks with a low sort of purr to his rough voice. ]

You're still recovering. Are you sure that you're up for, uh... vigorous activity?