[ This is a practice in frustration and restraint, to be sure. Castiel... oddly likes it. Dean reaches for him, and Castiel wants to reach back. His grace strains in Dean's direction, but the vessel of his body keeps him trapped, and he holds the pose he's been told to take: laying on the pillows with an arm behind his head, looking at Dean.
He has no control over how he's looking at Dean: all the naked wanting is honest there in his expression. Dean drops a knee to the mattress and Castiel's throat jumps as he swallows; his full cock strains with neglect. He's looking at Dean like he wants Dean in his lap or fucking into him or just touching him. He just wants Dean and he considers saying it. Would that be inappropriate? Dean hadn't actually said "I want you," really. "I want you to sit on the bed" was all it really was.
Castiel holds still and silent, waiting for the photography to begin, enjoying the frustration he feels of being the center of Dean's attention, naked and wanting, and not allowed to touch him.
...But then Dean touches him instead. Just on the chest, just lightly, but Castiel's skin shivers beneath that gentle touch, and his cock leaks with how badly he wants, and when he exhales, it's Dean's name, rough and deep and pleading, either not to be touched if the lesson is to continue, or to be touched much, much more if it's done. ]
no subject
He has no control over how he's looking at Dean: all the naked wanting is honest there in his expression. Dean drops a knee to the mattress and Castiel's throat jumps as he swallows; his full cock strains with neglect. He's looking at Dean like he wants Dean in his lap or fucking into him or just touching him. He just wants Dean and he considers saying it. Would that be inappropriate? Dean hadn't actually said "I want you," really. "I want you to sit on the bed" was all it really was.
Castiel holds still and silent, waiting for the photography to begin, enjoying the frustration he feels of being the center of Dean's attention, naked and wanting, and not allowed to touch him.
...But then Dean touches him instead. Just on the chest, just lightly, but Castiel's skin shivers beneath that gentle touch, and his cock leaks with how badly he wants, and when he exhales, it's Dean's name, rough and deep and pleading, either not to be touched if the lesson is to continue, or to be touched much, much more if it's done. ]
Dean.