pfffff rolling why evenrebelledforhimMay 15 2012, 19:18:27 UTC
[Castiel isn't used to sleep. He didn't enjoy it during his brief humanity--it brought dreams, and terrors he wasn't prepared for. And now that he's finally come out of that godforsaken coma, it isn't any more pleasant. But the body seems desperate for it, his mind, his grace--all pushing him to sleep every so often. And now the dreams are worse.
But Castiel isn't dreaming now. Snug against a warm body, legs tangled in sheets, coming down, slipping in and out of consciousness and sweat dotting his skin. A dull blissful ache in his muscles, a tiredness coupled with pure elation. Mind unwound. Perfectly at ease. He lets a small sound, the arm slung around his partner tightening as he clings a little closer to Sam.]
[Sam looks up at the ceiling, letting out a few small pants as his body comes down from the experience. He hasn't done something like that...in a long time. He was worried that his past experiences in hell would make sex forever something to be feared for him, but that...that was exactly what he hoped it would be. A small smile graces his lips, his mouth partly open, his body worn in a way that brings satisfaction, for once. God - he forgot how good this could be.]
[He lets out a small laugh at Castiel's reaction, rolling onto his side so he can face the angel. He looks about as elated as Sam feels, and he takes a moment to appreciate how the angel looks with sweat tracing his forehead and his dark mess of hair ruffled and askew. He almost looks normal, if not for the grace that Sam can almost see pulsing through him, seeing him apart from all his other lovers.] Basically, yeah.
[He smiles suddenly, tired, lopsided, blinking foggy blue eyes at the hunter. His body thrumming still, Sam's hands ghosting in places on his skin, pinching at his hips. The angel wasn't certain of sex himself, after his trip to a whorehouse, scattered memories of a strange marriage and Sam's hell knocking around his head. Physical touch, intimacy, hadn't been kind to him over the years...
And he feels foolish for doubting. Safety, bliss, trust. It was magnificent.
Cas's fingers lazily draw circles in the other man's skin--his chest, collarbone, neck...how could he have been without this for so long. Without this feeling. Without Sam.]
[Sam closes his eyes briefly at the feeling of the angel's calloused fingers gently tracing over his body, letting himself forget when such an intimate gesture would mean pain and humiliation. Everything now is just Cas, in a way that it's never been before, and it's beautiful.]
[He takes his own hand and cups Castiel's cheek with it, and leans in to place a tender, gently kiss onto his mouth. He doesn't think he'll get sick of the feeling of their lips presses together any time soon.] ...I didn't hurt you, did I? [If he had wanted him to stop, than he would've in a heartbeat. Hell, he'll still stop if this feels like too much for the angel.]
[His eyes slip closed and he kisses back, his palm resting against the hunter's chest. So many times his mouth has found Sams, and creation, Cas is convinced he will never tire of kissing him.
He opens his eyes to look at Sam, his fingers tracing the hard curve of his collarbone. He shakes his head at the question, a corner of his mouth quirking--Sam.] No. I am..resplendent. [I trust you. He leans forward, ducking his head to kiss his neck, throat, that place on his collarbone, his fingers still sliding across the skin of his chest. He sighs against his skin, locking in every touch, every smell, so he'll always have it--murmuring between kisses--] Beautiful...
[Sam loves the way the corner of the angel's mouth rises, a glint behind his eyes, and like always wonders what he could be thinking that makes his face light up, making him look at Sam like that. He's distracted, though, when the angel kisses the tender spot on his neck, shivering with pleasure. Their first time lying together like this, and Castiel already seems to know all the places that make Sam melt.]
Cas. [He moans, lifting his neck, his coarse hands sliding across the angel's back as he pulls him in closer. He'll never know what he did to deserve something as wonderful as this, even if it doesn't last.]
[He can't remember a time in his life that he's been called beautiful. Maybe as a twisted insult, but coming out of Castiel's mouth, it sounds like a blessing. He's not worthy of such praise, he knows he's not, but with Castiel in his arms, it's somehow okay to feel it, if only for a little while.]
[He smiles against his skin at that sound, his voice, the very way he says his name--he moves back to that place on his neck, kissing, licking, nibbling, his arm wrapping around his shoulders, determined to have the hunter make those sounds again, to say his name like a prayer.
Heightened, intimate, so perfect--Cas has every intention of worshiping the body of this man, one that elicited such blinding pleasure from himself only moments ago. One who loves him. That he loves more than the very heavens and all that encompasses.]
[Sam can feel his heartbeat start to increase again, so soon after coming down, and Sam closes his eyes, elicits another small, worshipful moan. He he feels his way down the angel's back, trying to silently memorize every crevice and angle of his body in his mind, one hand sliding up his neck to the edges of his hair damp with sweat.]
My angel. [He whispers, not possessively, darkly, but as someone holding something they obviously don't deserve. He leans his head down, his face suddenly hiding in Castiel's dark mop, breathing him in, almost scared that if he lets go the angel will be gone.] Love you.
[Cas gives a mewling sound against his skin as his hand brushes his spine. His lips brush over the curve of his neck, the salt, soft flesh, breathing in his smell like so much precious air. He arches against the hunter, the hand in his hair, Sam's breath above him--
Yours. He gives another sound, elation--keening. Creation and all, yours, yours, yours-- and not as something taken, but so willingly given. Utterly, every part of himself he possibly can. All yours.
His hand grasps tightly at the hunter's back, on leg moving to hook around Sam's hip--desperate to draw them closer, pulse starting to jump in his chest.] I love you...Sam-- I love you--
[A jolt sparks up his spine at Castiel's sound, filling him with a fluid, racing desire to kiss him senseless, until they're both a mess next to each other, entangled together. He starts to kiss the angel, first on his temple, than sliding down to his cheek, right under his chin, teasing the areas around his mouth.]
[At Castiel's words, however, he opens his eyes. It's been implied, of course it has, but the angel has never said the words before. No one has said them to him since...since Jess. And that was literally lifetimes ago. He looks into his eyes, somehow still so bright in the darkness, no longer filled with physical desire, but something much, much deeper.] Really? [He whispers, words that wouldn't even be heard if Castiel wasn't just a breath away.]
[There's a light pant on his lips, having been leaning into those gentle kisses--every trace like a flame licking paper, his skin igniting at every touch. Still so raw from their love-making earlier, electric and hot.
His hand traces down his shoulder, his arm, blinking to stare back into those soft eyes..a muscle in his brow twitches, struck to his core by that simple, whispered syllable.
...oh, Sam.
He lifts his hand, his fingertips barely brushing his cheek, utterly reverent.]
...Once. Stars burst in this corner of the universe. Their elements, gathered in the palm of my Father, each speck, each atom, were packed and molded with so much care...beings made of stars. And we loved you. I loved you, because it was his Word.
Millenia, I watched. Without contestation. [He lightly brushes a strand of Sam's hair, eyes trailing over his features. Creation, he remembers everything.] Then He was gone
( ... )
[Sam lays still as he listens to his angel talk. Is something he loves to do when they're together, listen to Castiel talk about things and times that he can't comprehend at the level the angel does. His voice is soothing, wrapping around him like they have wings. So different from the voice of the uncompromising warrior angel he first met. They've both changed.]
[He lets Castiel trace the contours of his face lovingly, while Sam just holds on to the angel's waist, rubbing circles onto his soft skin. And when he's done, he's still for a moment, letting the words wash over him again and again. And then he gently wraps his hand behind Castiel's head and pulls him in for a long kiss. Sam tries to put everything into the message behind it - I love you too.]
[When he pulls away, he keeps his hand entangled with the angel's hair. His face is only inches away from the angel's.] I used to pray. Ever damn day of my life. I don't even know how I got started, or how I learned - not from my dad or Dean, that's for sure - but that faith was just
( ... )
[He lets a sound as he's pulled into that warm, deep mouth--his own hand drifting behind the Hunter's head, threading into that lovely brown hair. Amazing, amazing, how such a simple action can make his skin flush, his heart hammer under his ribs, something burst in his chest so wonderfully-- Just Sam. Purely Sam. And Above and Below, he never wishes for it to end.
When they part, he opens his eyes, a light, blissful smile pulling at his lips. I love you, I love you, I love you. He listens, watching him with those attentive blue eyes. The Boy with the Demon blood, his brothers always did throw barbs at his faith. How could Cas had ever seen this man as anything less than what he does now.
He closes his eyes at the mention of Him. He disappointed Cas too. As do his brothers. And himself. He sighs at the gentle pressure against his head. His smile briefly appears again--by Creation, did he make mistakes. And he does not deserve the forgiveness he has.
He blinks as his nose is pecked--he still doesn't understand why Sam does such a
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[Sam smiles his affectionate half-smile as Castiel's leg curls around his hip. Happy, for the first time in a long time, to be intertwined with someone like this. Part of Sam realizes that, no matter how fragile the angel appeared to be in such an intimate setting, he's strong enough to break his neck by just thinking it. Maybe he would be afraid of that, back in the Cage, suck with two loveless angels for so long. A deeper set part of Sam knows that Castiel would never hurt him. Not now.]
[He traces his hand from Castiel's scruffy dark hair down toward his jawline, his touch as light as a feather.] You already are. I just - wish you could see it, too. [He leans in again to kiss his neck, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin.] How beautiful you are. Like this. Always.
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But Castiel isn't dreaming now. Snug against a warm body, legs tangled in sheets, coming down, slipping in and out of consciousness and sweat dotting his skin. A dull blissful ache in his muscles, a tiredness coupled with pure elation. Mind unwound. Perfectly at ease. He lets a small sound, the arm slung around his partner tightening as he clings a little closer to Sam.]
...wow.
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[He lets out a small laugh at Castiel's reaction, rolling onto his side so he can face the angel. He looks about as elated as Sam feels, and he takes a moment to appreciate how the angel looks with sweat tracing his forehead and his dark mess of hair ruffled and askew. He almost looks normal, if not for the grace that Sam can almost see pulsing through him, seeing him apart from all his other lovers.] Basically, yeah.
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And he feels foolish for doubting. Safety, bliss, trust. It was magnificent.
Cas's fingers lazily draw circles in the other man's skin--his chest, collarbone, neck...how could he have been without this for so long. Without this feeling. Without Sam.]
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[He takes his own hand and cups Castiel's cheek with it, and leans in to place a tender, gently kiss onto his mouth. He doesn't think he'll get sick of the feeling of their lips presses together any time soon.] ...I didn't hurt you, did I? [If he had wanted him to stop, than he would've in a heartbeat. Hell, he'll still stop if this feels like too much for the angel.]
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He opens his eyes to look at Sam, his fingers tracing the hard curve of his collarbone. He shakes his head at the question, a corner of his mouth quirking--Sam.] No. I am..resplendent. [I trust you. He leans forward, ducking his head to kiss his neck, throat, that place on his collarbone, his fingers still sliding across the skin of his chest. He sighs against his skin, locking in every touch, every smell, so he'll always have it--murmuring between kisses--] Beautiful...
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Cas. [He moans, lifting his neck, his coarse hands sliding across the angel's back as he pulls him in closer. He'll never know what he did to deserve something as wonderful as this, even if it doesn't last.]
[He can't remember a time in his life that he's been called beautiful. Maybe as a twisted insult, but coming out of Castiel's mouth, it sounds like a blessing. He's not worthy of such praise, he knows he's not, but with Castiel in his arms, it's somehow okay to feel it, if only for a little while.]
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Heightened, intimate, so perfect--Cas has every intention of worshiping the body of this man, one that elicited such blinding pleasure from himself only moments ago. One who loves him. That he loves more than the very heavens and all that encompasses.]
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My angel. [He whispers, not possessively, darkly, but as someone holding something they obviously don't deserve. He leans his head down, his face suddenly hiding in Castiel's dark mop, breathing him in, almost scared that if he lets go the angel will be gone.] Love you.
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Yours. He gives another sound, elation--keening. Creation and all, yours, yours, yours-- and not as something taken, but so willingly given. Utterly, every part of himself he possibly can. All yours.
His hand grasps tightly at the hunter's back, on leg moving to hook around Sam's hip--desperate to draw them closer, pulse starting to jump in his chest.] I love you...Sam-- I love you--
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[At Castiel's words, however, he opens his eyes. It's been implied, of course it has, but the angel has never said the words before. No one has said them to him since...since Jess. And that was literally lifetimes ago. He looks into his eyes, somehow still so bright in the darkness, no longer filled with physical desire, but something much, much deeper.] Really? [He whispers, words that wouldn't even be heard if Castiel wasn't just a breath away.]
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His hand traces down his shoulder, his arm, blinking to stare back into those soft eyes..a muscle in his brow twitches, struck to his core by that simple, whispered syllable.
...oh, Sam.
He lifts his hand, his fingertips barely brushing his cheek, utterly reverent.]
...Once. Stars burst in this corner of the universe. Their elements, gathered in the palm of my Father, each speck, each atom, were packed and molded with so much care...beings made of stars. And we loved you. I loved you, because it was his Word.
Millenia, I watched. Without contestation. [He lightly brushes a strand of Sam's hair, eyes trailing over his features. Creation, he remembers everything.] Then He was gone ( ... )
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[He lets Castiel trace the contours of his face lovingly, while Sam just holds on to the angel's waist, rubbing circles onto his soft skin. And when he's done, he's still for a moment, letting the words wash over him again and again. And then he gently wraps his hand behind Castiel's head and pulls him in for a long kiss. Sam tries to put everything into the message behind it - I love you too.]
[When he pulls away, he keeps his hand entangled with the angel's hair. His face is only inches away from the angel's.] I used to pray. Ever damn day of my life. I don't even know how I got started, or how I learned - not from my dad or Dean, that's for sure - but that faith was just ( ... )
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When they part, he opens his eyes, a light, blissful smile pulling at his lips. I love you, I love you, I love you. He listens, watching him with those attentive blue eyes. The Boy with the Demon blood, his brothers always did throw barbs at his faith. How could Cas had ever seen this man as anything less than what he does now.
He closes his eyes at the mention of Him. He disappointed Cas too. As do his brothers. And himself. He sighs at the gentle pressure against his head. His smile briefly appears again--by Creation, did he make mistakes. And he does not deserve the forgiveness he has.
He blinks as his nose is pecked--he still doesn't understand why Sam does such a ( ... )
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[He traces his hand from Castiel's scruffy dark hair down toward his jawline, his touch as light as a feather.] You already are. I just - wish you could see it, too. [He leans in again to kiss his neck, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin.] How beautiful you are. Like this. Always.
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