[ It's a ridiculous question, and yet it doesn't even feel ridiculous to Castiel, because he's too enraptured by the warm softeness of Dean's mouth, and the silken press of his skin, and the slick tease of his oiled hand and, oh. Castiel's breath catches. Lubrication does make a difference, doesn't it? ]
Because... you have a soul.
[ He catches an arm around Dean's shoulders, to pull and keep him close, but also for leverage as he cants his hips upwards towards the press of Dean's hand, begging for more. His own lubed hand leaves Dean's wrist, reluctantly, to track his hips towards center, and he takes Dean's cock in his hand at the base and strokes upwards to the tip, wetting it all, and yes, that feels incredible, too. Castiel's voice is already wrecked, his own cock throbbing for attention against Dean's hip as he presses up against him, gasping. ]
pulchritudinous
Because... you have a soul.
[ He catches an arm around Dean's shoulders, to pull and keep him close, but also for leverage as he cants his hips upwards towards the press of Dean's hand, begging for more. His own lubed hand leaves Dean's wrist, reluctantly, to track his hips towards center, and he takes Dean's cock in his hand at the base and strokes upwards to the tip, wetting it all, and yes, that feels incredible, too. Castiel's voice is already wrecked, his own cock throbbing for attention against Dean's hip as he presses up against him, gasping. ]
It's magnificent.