[ Angel juice makes a big difference, and slick fingers move easily over Cas' skin, slippery as he plays with Cas' balls. ]
My soul, o-or my dick?
[ It's hard to be cocky when Cas has his hand on Dean's cock, twitching and hard thing that it currently is. Cas did that, just by laying there and letting Dean pose him, touch him, kiss him senseless and steal the air from his lungs.
Wrinkly balls abandoned, he slips back further, teasing at Cas' hole with a jittery smile, eyes alight, cock straining in the angels warm hand, but Dean wills it to be patient, to calm down, give him a moment and it'll get all the sweet, sweet angel ass it can handle. ]
i can't believe you just called cas' balls wrinkly and i didn't even get an SAT word for it
[ Oh my god Dean Winchester, what does Castiel see in you. ]
Dean...
[ Castiel groans against Dean's lips, a deep, growly reprimand for making light of something as monumentally precious as his dick his soul, but also tinted with neediness and growing desperation as Dean's cock throbs under the squeeze of his hand, and Dean's still teasing him instead of fucking him with those fingers. It's unfair, and Castiel is about to shove Dean into the mattress and fuck himself on Dean's cock if he doesn't take the encouragement for what it is and get the light touch of those fingers deep into him fucking quickly. ]
lmfaoooo my bad should i have used FURROWED TESTES
[ Cas is probably the prettiest thing Dean has ever had on a dirty motel mattress. All squirming and desperate, breathing Dean's name like a sacred hymn.
It's delicious, utterly captivating.
He takes his time, still pressing lightly at his hole, teasing, circling, juuuust pressing the pad of his finger in before easing back out and playing for a little longer. ]
You look so good like this, Cas. Incredible.
[ To bring an angel to his metaphorical knees is a glorious thing indeed.
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i am *still* laughing over this send help
My soul, o-or my dick?
[ It's hard to be cocky when Cas has his hand on Dean's cock, twitching and hard thing that it currently is. Cas did that, just by laying there and letting Dean pose him, touch him, kiss him senseless and steal the air from his lungs.
Wrinkly balls abandoned, he slips back further, teasing at Cas' hole with a jittery smile, eyes alight, cock straining in the angels warm hand, but Dean wills it to be patient, to calm down, give him a moment and it'll get all the sweet, sweet angel ass it can handle. ]
i can't believe you just called cas' balls wrinkly and i didn't even get an SAT word for it
Dean...
[ Castiel groans against Dean's lips, a deep, growly reprimand for making light of something as monumentally precious as
his dickhis soul, but also tinted with neediness and growing desperation as Dean's cock throbs under the squeeze of his hand, and Dean's still teasing him instead of fucking him with those fingers. It's unfair, and Castiel is about to shove Dean into the mattress and fuck himself on Dean's cock if he doesn't take the encouragement for what it is and get the light touch of those fingers deep into him fucking quickly. ]lmfaoooo my bad should i have used FURROWED TESTES
Uh huh..
[ Cas is probably the prettiest thing Dean has ever had on a dirty motel mattress. All squirming and desperate, breathing Dean's name like a sacred hymn.
It's delicious, utterly captivating.
He takes his time, still pressing lightly at his hole, teasing, circling, juuuust pressing the pad of his finger in before easing back out and playing for a little longer. ]
You look so good like this, Cas. Incredible.
[ To bring an angel to his metaphorical knees is a glorious thing indeed.