[ 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. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.