[ 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 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.