[He smiles--barely, lightly, watching his face. He never dreamed Sam would ever look at him in such a away...but here they are. Wrapped in warmth, safety, trust, love...
His eyes close of their own accord as Sam's fingers wander across his skin. He opens his mouth to speak--I wish you could see what I see in you--but his words are lost in a small, keening sound at his mouth, his tongue on his neck--he leans his head back a little, lips parted, hanging on his words like a lifeline.]..nh--Sa...
[Sam smiles through his kisses at he hears Castiel keen, and he turns himself so that he's more on top of him, covering his naked body with his own. He licks his neck up towards the inviting jawline, nipping kisses as he goes along, his hand keeping him from falling on the angel. He wants to keep tasting his sweat, the aftermath of their love-making. He grunts a bit, his kisses heading downwards now, straight down the trail of his stomach, lower and lower...]
[Cas turns easily on his back, moving with Sam, his Sam, one hand fisting the sheets, his other still threaded gently in Sam's hair. He answers his groan with a sound of his own, just his voice does such things to him, his neck and back arching as Sam trails lower] Oh..
[Sam nuzzles his threadbare stomach a bit, grinning at the angel's aroused sounds, until he trails his kisses even lover. He sucks a bit on his hipbone, enjoying the contours of it, the intimacy of the act. He glances up to see Castiel's face, and Sam almost loses himself simply at how completely undone the angel looks. He presses a long kiss against his hipbone.] Is this okay? [He asks before going any further. This is new and possibly overwhelming, and Castiel needs to be enjoying it, too.]
Mn--[It may be that his hips are sensitive, but Castiel blames it purely on Sam's lips, mouth, tongue, teeth--that make him come undone so well. His arousal very prominent now, he sighs as his lips press against the thin skin against the bone. He blinks at Sam's voice, willing his own to return as he lifts his head just barely, leaning on the arm currently twisting the sheets. Creation, there is not another creature more beautiful than he.] Always. [I trust you.]
[Sam doesn't know if the angel's ever experienced oral sex before, so he's gentle when he touches Castiel's very erect member, sliding father down the bed so that he's practically on his knees off it. He then easily transfers it to his mouth, gripping the side of Castiel's hips as he begins to suck. He can't imagine it will take him very long to come, but he makes every pulse long and meaningful, drawing out the sensation for the angel, peeking a bit through his hair to watch his reaction. It's been a long time - years - since Sam's tried this, and he silently hopes its good enough, that his angel can find pleasure from him, too.]
[The first touch is enough to pull a small gasp from him, and he blinks, watching Sam for as long as he can. No one has touched him quite so intimately, in any way--and he does not count the shame and horror of the Hell he took on, every pain wiped away now by Sam's hands and body. When Sam's mouth closes around him, he lets a sound--head falling back, back curving once more. He breathes out words that sound suspiciously Enochian, unable to think or speak in anything but the original tongue of Angels--needy, already writhing, his hips pressing against Sam's hands.]
[Seeing Castiel arch his back and let out a sound of pure arousal encourages Sam to go faster, pumping his cock deeper into his throat. He's filled with an arousal of his own growing stronger by the second, and he barely digs his fingers into Castiel's hipbones as his body rocks a bit with the motion of his sucking. At the sound of Castiel's Enochian mutterings - ones he can barely recognize, after being trapped with two angels for well over his own lifespan - he moves his right hand onto the flat of Castiel's stomach. It's okay. I got you.]
[He feels the further press of his fingertips, that familiar bite of an almost fingernail--and Sam takes him further into hot, wetness and God, he can barely breathe. Holding onto a spider's thread now, broken phrases falling from his mouth, like prayers, worship--
He feels Sam's rough palm slide across his stomach. Sam.] Sa..hn..
[He frees a hand from the sheets to clumsily touch his wrist--and all at once, he jerks, grasping the hunter's arm--an utterly broken sound leaving him as he comes, hard, practically arching completely off the bed.]
[The tug on his wrist takes him a bit by surprise, but he doesn't pull away as he feels the angel come into his throat. He swallows it all with a gulp, before pulling his mouth out with one final, loud, smacking suck. He licks his lips, allowing himself a moment to catch his breath, before crawling back to Castiel's side, while keeping his hand at the exact same place on Castiel's stomach.
Castiel. [He whispers, but not in English. In Enochian. He thumbs the angel's sensitive skin, feeling his erratic breathing with the rising and falling of his stomach. He does nothing for a few seconds, just stays there, feeling his angel breathe.]
[As Cas comes back down, again, from so much pleasure and bliss, he leaves his hand now gently gripping the other's wrist, breathing heavily, eyes closed. Above and Below, how could he have ever been without this.
His eyes slip open at his voice. It's been far too long since he's heard that language from a physical form, and never from mortal lips. He tiredly turns his head to look at Sam. Beautiful, utterly brilliant Sam..]
Samuel..[Cas answers in Enochian, his tone tender. Almost awed. His fingers brush over the hand on his stomach, his other hand reaching to touch his face.] My light. My air. My own.
[He turns his hand over on Castiel's stomach to give the other hand a light squeeze, moving in a bit closer - Christ, can they even get closer than this? - closing his eyes with a long drawn-out breath as he feels the gentle touch, hears the angel speak in his native language. Say his name, not with distaste or malice, but with actual affection.]
[Sam presses a bit into Castiel's touch, eyes still closed.] Yours. [He whispers in Enochian. It's strange and halfway funny. He used to tremble at the sound of the language alone, feel shame and horror associated with it. But now, it's just the language of the angel he loves most. The man he loves most. And he's never felt safer than he feels right now, whispering the language of his lover.]
[They're close enough now for their lips too meet, so Sam goes ahead and kisses him - he wonders if maybe he should probably hold back on all the kisses, but he doubts he can help himself - and resorts back to English when he pulls away.] Was that - was that too much?
As I am yours. [Cas kisses back, his free hand finding that familiar place behind Sam's head, tangled in his hair, utterly jubilant.
Cas blinks again in the dark when Sam speaks, his lips parting just a bit...he wonders lightly on that which is Sam Winchester. No matter how well he knows the man, what he's seen, his very flesh and bone knitted personally by the angel, soul touched briefly--he knows his history, his life, all of it--and Sam, most beloved Sam, will never cease to awe him.]...You are a marvel. Sam Winchester.
[He turns his head to kiss him again, light and brief--and murmurs against his lips, barely brushing them] Not possible.
[Sam is probably about to say something to disagree when he's distracted by another kiss from his angel, and decides not to fight it. A shiver rolls down his spine as Cas speaks against his lips, and he finally pulls his hand away to wrap his massive arm around Castiel's back, encompassing him like a wing.]
[His own member is still erect with arousal, but he decides to just let it die away on its own, keeping Castiel close rather than breaking the moment to relieve himself. He pants heavily onto Castiel's delicate skin, glimmering with sweat in the concealed darkness.] You are my everything. [He whispers into his ear. Cheesy, probably, in his own language, but it manages to sound beautiful in Castiel's.]
[Castiel arches into his touch, stretching his neck for him, lifting his back as that strong arm curls round him, mouth parting in a soft gasp. Every brush of skin like fire, always fire, licking at him, drawing Castiel's body ever closer to Sam's.
He whimpers his name, barely, in the same tongue, and--unable to help himself--wraps a leg around Sam's waist, and pulls their hips together, inhaling sharply at the sudden friction against his all-too sensitive cock.]
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His eyes close of their own accord as Sam's fingers wander across his skin. He opens his mouth to speak--I wish you could see what I see in you--but his words are lost in a small, keening sound at his mouth, his tongue on his neck--he leans his head back a little, lips parted, hanging on his words like a lifeline.]..nh--Sa...
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He feels Sam's rough palm slide across his stomach. Sam.] Sa..hn..
[He frees a hand from the sheets to clumsily touch his wrist--and all at once, he jerks, grasping the hunter's arm--an utterly broken sound leaving him as he comes, hard, practically arching completely off the bed.]
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Castiel. [He whispers, but not in English. In Enochian. He thumbs the angel's sensitive skin, feeling his erratic breathing with the rising and falling of his stomach. He does nothing for a few seconds, just stays there, feeling his angel breathe.]
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His eyes slip open at his voice. It's been far too long since he's heard that language from a physical form, and never from mortal lips. He tiredly turns his head to look at Sam. Beautiful, utterly brilliant Sam..]
Samuel..[Cas answers in Enochian, his tone tender. Almost awed. His fingers brush over the hand on his stomach, his other hand reaching to touch his face.] My light. My air. My own.
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[Sam presses a bit into Castiel's touch, eyes still closed.] Yours. [He whispers in Enochian. It's strange and halfway funny. He used to tremble at the sound of the language alone, feel shame and horror associated with it. But now, it's just the language of the angel he loves most. The man he loves most. And he's never felt safer than he feels right now, whispering the language of his lover.]
[They're close enough now for their lips too meet, so Sam goes ahead and kisses him - he wonders if maybe he should probably hold back on all the kisses, but he doubts he can help himself - and resorts back to English when he pulls away.] Was that - was that too much?
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Cas blinks again in the dark when Sam speaks, his lips parting just a bit...he wonders lightly on that which is Sam Winchester. No matter how well he knows the man, what he's seen, his very flesh and bone knitted personally by the angel, soul touched briefly--he knows his history, his life, all of it--and Sam, most beloved Sam, will never cease to awe him.]...You are a marvel. Sam Winchester.
[He turns his head to kiss him again, light and brief--and murmurs against his lips, barely brushing them] Not possible.
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[His own member is still erect with arousal, but he decides to just let it die away on its own, keeping Castiel close rather than breaking the moment to relieve himself. He pants heavily onto Castiel's delicate skin, glimmering with sweat in the concealed darkness.] You are my everything. [He whispers into his ear. Cheesy, probably, in his own language, but it manages to sound beautiful in Castiel's.]
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He whimpers his name, barely, in the same tongue, and--unable to help himself--wraps a leg around Sam's waist, and pulls their hips together, inhaling sharply at the sudden friction against his all-too sensitive cock.]
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