[ It's something Castiel tries very much not to think about, and inevitably always comes back to it: how much he wants to break this frustrating pane of glass that is his vessel and truly touch Dean again, the way he had in Hell. Castiel can understand why humanity values sex beyond procreation in moments like this, with Dean's hands on his skin and his very soul yearning to be held, and why it's forbidden of angels. This thing, this union, is holier than God, and Castiel aches to be touched in all the ways Dean is offering, and denying him.
He watches Dean with eyes gone dark with need, and his skin shivers under Dean's too-gentle touch down his chest, his stomach, and lower still. It becomes an even greater exercise of patience and restraint as Dean's fingers tease through the short curls just beneath his very full cock, only to go no further. Castiel's hands bury tightly into the pillow beneath his head, and he pants with the effort of keeping his hips still. Every heavy inhale moves Dean's hand a fraction closer to where he so desperately wants it, and every exhale takes him away again. His erection jerks towards Dean's touch, unrestrained and yet still denied.
Voice even more desperate than in the moments before, Castiel whines. ]
Dean...
[ The bastard isn't even taking pictures. He's just toying with him, and Castiel is quickly losing track of why he's bothering to keep his restraint. ]
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He watches Dean with eyes gone dark with need, and his skin shivers under Dean's too-gentle touch down his chest, his stomach, and lower still. It becomes an even greater exercise of patience and restraint as Dean's fingers tease through the short curls just beneath his very full cock, only to go no further. Castiel's hands bury tightly into the pillow beneath his head, and he pants with the effort of keeping his hips still. Every heavy inhale moves Dean's hand a fraction closer to where he so desperately wants it, and every exhale takes him away again. His erection jerks towards Dean's touch, unrestrained and yet still denied.
Voice even more desperate than in the moments before, Castiel whines. ]
Dean...
[ The bastard isn't even taking pictures. He's just toying with him, and Castiel is quickly losing track of why he's bothering to keep his restraint. ]