[ Dean wants to climb under Cas' skin and stay there, slip inside his true form and be consumed, allow Cas to have every piece of him, shimmering and bright, one angel, one human. It's insanity that it crosses his mind, and were it any other regular day he'd say Cas wasn't interested.
But the angel is here, letting Dean position him, flushed and naked, and Dean's soul yearns for him, reaches out like glowing tendrils, seeking Cas' grace, twisting them up, binding them together.
His voice is breathless when he speaks, eyes bright. ]
...Good. I want you to remind me.
[ He pauses, his touches lingering, fingertips tracing over his belly, walking over his abdomen, brushing lower still through soft, dark curls. Are they really proper nudes if Cas isn't as hard as he possibly can be?
Hardly.
Dean tips his head, watching Cas' expression as his lets his fingers slide further down, over wiry hair, brushing against the base of his cock. ]
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But the angel is here, letting Dean position him, flushed and naked, and Dean's soul yearns for him, reaches out like glowing tendrils, seeking Cas' grace, twisting them up, binding them together.
His voice is breathless when he speaks, eyes bright. ]
...Good. I want you to remind me.
[ He pauses, his touches lingering, fingertips tracing over his belly, walking over his abdomen, brushing lower still through soft, dark curls. Are they really proper nudes if Cas isn't as hard as he possibly can be?
Hardly.
Dean tips his head, watching Cas' expression as his lets his fingers slide further down, over wiry hair, brushing against the base of his cock. ]