[ Whatever Cas wants of him, Dean is willing to give. When he tells the angel you got me, it's said with purpose and meaning, meant with every beat of his heart and molecule of his soul.
Being yours doesn't sound too bad.
Dean's words echo in his own head as Cas' fingers tug at his shirt and he looks down, realizing what the angel is doing. He peels out of his tee and balls it up, tossing it aside as he meets Cas' eyes, wets his lips with his tongue. ]
I'm all yours. [ A different statement than you got me, he thinks. More meaningful, and it ties in with what he'd said earlier. Dean says things without saying them, using actions and vague references in order to articulate the things he means.
This time, though, he says it direct, putting it out there, consequences be damned. Cas is beautiful and stole Dean's heart, and he'd told him once, not too long ago, during a game he'd let Cas possess him if he needed, and if that isn't fucking commitment and trust and love then Dean doesn't know what is.
He reaches to press his palm on Cas' chest, fingertips spreading over his skin, feeling the thump of a heartbeat under his palm. He flashes a little smirk at Cas, mischief in his eyes as he slides his hand down, thumbing over a nipple. ]
[ As Dean removes his own shirt, Castiel reaches out immediately to touch that newly exposed skin, but he stops, caught by the way Dean looks at him. Dean's eyes are so beautifully expressive; more than windows to his soul, they're gateways paned in stained glass and gold filigree, revealing all the warmth and beauty of a star, burning away in its prime. That star lays itself in Castiel's hands. Dean says, boldly, that he belongs to Castiel, and whether the intention is for today or for always, Castiel is touched by the sentiment, and greedily possessive of what he's been given. Rather than paw at Dean's newly bared chest as he'd planned, Castiel instead covers the hand Dean's laid over his heart, links their fingers, and leans in gradually to kiss Dean's mouth again. His other hand raises as well, a delightfully practiced motion, to cup Dean's cheek, and he rests his thumb at the corner of that brilliant smile as he kisses him softly with all the devotion he can pour into one single act of love. ]
Thank you.
[ It's probably inappropriate to thank someone immediately prior to coitus, but Castiel can't hold back his gratitude. He wants to express how very grateful he is for the trust Dean has given him, for Dean's care during this time in which Castiel is unusually vulnerable, and for Dean's own vulnerability of the human kind that comes with laying oneself bare, physically and emotionally, in the act of sex. He needs Dean to know how very well loved he is, and that's exactly why Castiel has brought him here to this remote cabin, this quiet bedroom, and this plush bed, to show him exactly what Castiel intends to do about it.
His hand still covers Dean's, their fingers loosely linked, but he guides Dean along the path he was already headed, teasing his own nipple in their joined finger and sighing against Dean's mouth at the burst of heat the action brings. As he kisses Dean's mouth with increasingly breathless want, he drags their hands down his chest, and cups Dean's hand over the firm erection trapped against the denim fly of his jeans, because if there were any doubt that Castiel desired him, there's the proof in human flesh. He leaves Dean's hand there, to stay or take another path, but the rushing heat of kissing Dean and having Dean's hand on him has Castiel needy for more contact. He deepens their kisses, licking Dean's tongue as his hands cup Dean's cheeks and slide down his neck, his shoulders, and then push gently on Dean's chest, urging him to lie back. ]
[ He isn't particularly expecting to be thanked, it makes him feel a little awkward but innately pleased, as well. Cas is...special. He's managed to worm his way under Dean's skin, under the trenches and moats he's built around his heart. He's scaled the walls Dean erected, forged through the spindly forest. That he is still here after everything speaks volumes, and Dean can only look at him with admiration, loyalty; Castiel is a brightly burning star and Dean is helpless, caught in his gravity. ]
Um. You're, uh-- you're welcome.
[ Cas is overwhelming, intense and thoughtful in everything he says and does, and Dean is just here to stumble along clumsily beside his angel, doing his best to keep everyone alive and the world from caving in.
He takes these moments he's given and treasures them like precious jewels. These brief instances that he's gifted with, this time spent with Cas, it means the world to him, and he cups Cas carefully, fingers fumbling for the zipper before he's ultimately eased back. He goes without resistance, laying on his back, looking up at Cas as he lets his hands settle on the angels hips, thumbing his skin where he's able, marveling at the way Cas' touch sends fireworks (like chernobyl, he thinks) through his soul.
Dean would happily combust for Cas, allow his soul to explode with the beauty of Cas' grace, sending shockwaves throughout the universe. ]
[ For so long, Castiel has felt like an outsider, even among his own kind. Dean makes him feel welcome in a way Castiel has never experienced. Dean is kindness and love personified, and Castiel adores him. Laying Dean back against the bed and covering him with his body feels like a holy act. Castiel is devastated by the loss of his grace, but he thinks now, if there were ever a reason behind why he is suffering through this trial, it was for this: to worship Dean properly, as only humans were gifted the ability to supplicate themselves to one another and find God in each other's embrace.
Castiel kisses Dean's mouth, and the warmth he feels radiating through him is stronger than fire, or light, or grace. He feels electrified by the touch of Dean's fingertips on his hips, alight from his kisses. ]
I'm yours, as well.
[ It's something they had spoken of before, "my angel," Dean had said, though Castiel feels less angelic than ever in this moment, and yet purer than he's ever felt. He kisses Dean with softness and yearning, and his hands trace over Dean's skin, the rise of his chest and the dip of his stomach, until he's able to cover Dean's hands and guide Dean's fingers the waist of his own pants, eager to be undressed. He leans back, briefly, to meet Dean's eyes. ]
About the offer you made to me, before... Are you ready?
[ They were both lost in the thrall of sex when Dean made that offer to let Castiel fuck him all those days ago, and though Dean had affirmed it in the Impala earlier, that he was still willing, Castiel wants to be sure. He trusts Dean completely, but he knows that Dean often masks his uncertainties with bravado, and Castiel won't risk misinterpreting so intimate an act between them. ]
[ Being kissed by someone so wondrous and awe-inspiring as Cas is intimidating, breathtaking - air sucked from his lungs, leaving them collapsed, useless. Dean's soul is breathed in, hanging softly in the air between parted lips, ghosting over an angel's breath before it's returned home.
The world trembles around them, quakes on its axis, and all Dean can see is the bright of Castiel's eyes, staring back into his. ]
I'm ready.
[ Dean meant it, every word; he made a vow, and while he is certain Cas would release him from it if Dean made noises otherwise, he is certain about his wants, about sharing this with Cas. It is a big offer, this piece of himself, his soul and heart - Dean doesn't give these things easily, and he is trusting Cas with them, with all of his cards spread out on the table. Choose whatever you will, he is yours, in every way. ]
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i am no better apparently; what the fuck dw
Being yours doesn't sound too bad.
Dean's words echo in his own head as Cas' fingers tug at his shirt and he looks down, realizing what the angel is doing. He peels out of his tee and balls it up, tossing it aside as he meets Cas' eyes, wets his lips with his tongue. ]
I'm all yours. [ A different statement than you got me, he thinks. More meaningful, and it ties in with what he'd said earlier. Dean says things without saying them, using actions and vague references in order to articulate the things he means.
This time, though, he says it direct, putting it out there, consequences be damned. Cas is beautiful and stole Dean's heart, and he'd told him once, not too long ago, during a game he'd let Cas possess him if he needed, and if that isn't fucking commitment and trust and love then Dean doesn't know what is.
He reaches to press his palm on Cas' chest, fingertips spreading over his skin, feeling the thump of a heartbeat under his palm. He flashes a little smirk at Cas, mischief in his eyes as he slides his hand down, thumbing over a nipple. ]
So do something about it.
i can't believe dw hates destiel
Thank you.
[ It's probably inappropriate to thank someone immediately prior to coitus, but Castiel can't hold back his gratitude. He wants to express how very grateful he is for the trust Dean has given him, for Dean's care during this time in which Castiel is unusually vulnerable, and for Dean's own vulnerability of the human kind that comes with laying oneself bare, physically and emotionally, in the act of sex. He needs Dean to know how very well loved he is, and that's exactly why Castiel has brought him here to this remote cabin, this quiet bedroom, and this plush bed, to show him exactly what Castiel intends to do about it.
His hand still covers Dean's, their fingers loosely linked, but he guides Dean along the path he was already headed, teasing his own nipple in their joined finger and sighing against Dean's mouth at the burst of heat the action brings. As he kisses Dean's mouth with increasingly breathless want, he drags their hands down his chest, and cups Dean's hand over the firm erection trapped against the denim fly of his jeans, because if there were any doubt that Castiel desired him, there's the proof in human flesh. He leaves Dean's hand there, to stay or take another path, but the rushing heat of kissing Dean and having Dean's hand on him has Castiel needy for more contact. He deepens their kisses, licking Dean's tongue as his hands cup Dean's cheeks and slide down his neck, his shoulders, and then push gently on Dean's chest, urging him to lie back. ]
im genuinely mad about it
Um. You're, uh-- you're welcome.
[ Cas is overwhelming, intense and thoughtful in everything he says and does, and Dean is just here to stumble along clumsily beside his angel, doing his best to keep everyone alive and the world from caving in.
He takes these moments he's given and treasures them like precious jewels. These brief instances that he's gifted with, this time spent with Cas, it means the world to him, and he cups Cas carefully, fingers fumbling for the zipper before he's ultimately eased back. He goes without resistance, laying on his back, looking up at Cas as he lets his hands settle on the angels hips, thumbing his skin where he's able, marveling at the way Cas' touch sends fireworks (like chernobyl, he thinks) through his soul.
Dean would happily combust for Cas, allow his soul to explode with the beauty of Cas' grace, sending shockwaves throughout the universe. ]
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Castiel kisses Dean's mouth, and the warmth he feels radiating through him is stronger than fire, or light, or grace. He feels electrified by the touch of Dean's fingertips on his hips, alight from his kisses. ]
I'm yours, as well.
[ It's something they had spoken of before, "my angel," Dean had said, though Castiel feels less angelic than ever in this moment, and yet purer than he's ever felt. He kisses Dean with softness and yearning, and his hands trace over Dean's skin, the rise of his chest and the dip of his stomach, until he's able to cover Dean's hands and guide Dean's fingers the waist of his own pants, eager to be undressed. He leans back, briefly, to meet Dean's eyes. ]
About the offer you made to me, before... Are you ready?
[ They were both lost in the thrall of sex when Dean made that offer to let Castiel fuck him all those days ago, and though Dean had affirmed it in the Impala earlier, that he was still willing, Castiel wants to be sure. He trusts Dean completely, but he knows that Dean often masks his uncertainties with bravado, and Castiel won't risk misinterpreting so intimate an act between them. ]
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The world trembles around them, quakes on its axis, and all Dean can see is the bright of Castiel's eyes, staring back into his. ]
I'm ready.
[ Dean meant it, every word; he made a vow, and while he is certain Cas would release him from it if Dean made noises otherwise, he is certain about his wants, about sharing this with Cas. It is a big offer, this piece of himself, his soul and heart - Dean doesn't give these things easily, and he is trusting Cas with them, with all of his cards spread out on the table. Choose whatever you will, he is yours, in every way. ]
More than.