[Sam makes a very deep guttural noise when he pulls their bodies together like that, his dick brushing against opposing skin and growing even hotter and more prominent with need.] Fuck, Cas. [He chuckles a bit, his face red and tight, trying his best to control his arousal, to get it to settle down somehow.] You tryin' to kill me? [He's joking, of course, but there's a hint of animalistic, possessive want in his voice.]
[Oh, Creation, that sound. It near makes him hard again, if his words don't do it as well. It's broken, and resonant, and he can feel it straight to his bones, that kind of sound--Cas made that sound come from Sam--
He gives a breathy almost-laugh, opening his eyes to look at his face--shuddering at Sam's hunger. Cas lifts his head and lips brush against his temple. With a short moan against his lover's ear, he rolls his hips upward, his free leg joining the other wrapped around Sam's hips.] Possibly.
[Sam makes a softer, shorter moan when Castiel presses his lips against his forehead, a sound crossed with his lover's Enochian name. Sam always feels like he's being forgiven for something when Castiel kisses his forehead like that, an action so seemingly simple and chaste, but now only causes the human to writhe with even more desire. Castiel's growling, deep voice doesn't help, either.]
[Sam reaches for Castiel's hand and pulls it to his lips. He kisses each finger, reverently and gingerly. He's watched Castiel for so long, studied him, and now Sam can feel those part he's always admired. Castiel's hands always has a mystic power to Sam, strong enough to control and maneuver grace and destroy with ease. The same hands that traced Sam as gently as if he were made of glass, something precious. Sam wants to worship them, as he does every inch of the angel's body.]
[Sam closes his eyes, his cock increasing with need as Castiel practically straddles him. He sighs out a little, before taking Castiel's first two fingers - and putting
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[Cas sighs quietly as Sam's lips trail over his hand, the pads of his fingers, his knuckles, palm, as if he were paying tribute to every crease in his skin. He doesn't pretend to understand why Sam likes his hands, but he never questions. Castiel loves Sam's hands in return. His eyes. His smile. Chest, arms, back, legs. Sam is truly beautiful, toes to eyelashes. But the way the hunter touches his hands, kisses them, with so much reverence, takes his breath away.
He gives a choked moan when his fingers slip inside Sam's mouth, the feeling reminding him all too much of how those lips were so wrapped around himself moments ago, the way his tongue danced across his skin, and God. He rolls his hips against Sam's again, in earnest, mouth open, breath coming in short pants.]
[And there he is again, writhing, pushing and pressing greedily against him. Sam can make him come undone so easily, it's a beautiful thing to witness. He should feel sacrilegious, making Castiel squirm lustfully, but instead he feels right. They both want this, this togetherness. Sam can practically feel it in Cas as he can in himself, the urge to be closer, until they can almost meld.]
You're so fucking gorgeous, Cas. [He mutters as he lets Castiel's dripping fingers out of his mouth. He smooths his hand across Castiel's back, all the way down to his ass, squeezing gently.] My beautiful angel. [This is doing no favors for his erection, but he's enjoying the heat, the intimacy, though he knows he'll probably need relief soon.]
Sam. [Even profanity dropping from the other man's lips drive him mad, igniting somewhere in his body. The hand on his ass draws a sharp gasp, shocked and pleased, and his words are just about the end of him. And he curses, sharply in his native tongue.
The first time had been almost gentle, an exploration, something so utterly perfect, but now--right this second, was a fucking fire.
Castiel pushes the hunter on his back--not hard, or with any ounce of his angelic strength--legs on either side of his hips. His mouth attaches to Sam's neck, nipping, kissing, suckling, from his collarbone to his ear, one hand groping blindly for that little forgotten bottle they had earlier.]
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[Sam lets the angel flip him onto his back, instantly distracted by his wet, loving lips trailing his sensitive skin, as he starts to groan in earnest, over and over. He's gonna come, and soon, his cock as hard as a rock and throbbing for release. Sam lets his head fall back into the pillow below him, eyes closed in ecstasy, leaving his body vulnerable to whatever Castiel could wish to do with it.]
Need you. [Sam mutters in Enochian, his hands grasping the sides of Castiel's chest, not trying to keep him back, but just wanting feel him.] Cas, Castiel - hrrrmph - love you - [He allows himself to open his eyes and see the angel above him, his own expression needy and wanting but so very open. He hasn't bottomed with a man before, not...not in a relationship or way that represented true love. He's a bit hesitant, despite the orgasm that's threatening to roll out of him like a wave in any second, but he reaches up to wrap his arms around Castiel's shoulders and pulls him in for a quick, but deep kiss, before lying back down, his arms on
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He gives a breathy almost-laugh, opening his eyes to look at his face--shuddering at Sam's hunger. Cas lifts his head and lips brush against his temple. With a short moan against his lover's ear, he rolls his hips upward, his free leg joining the other wrapped around Sam's hips.] Possibly.
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[Sam reaches for Castiel's hand and pulls it to his lips. He kisses each finger, reverently and gingerly. He's watched Castiel for so long, studied him, and now Sam can feel those part he's always admired. Castiel's hands always has a mystic power to Sam, strong enough to control and maneuver grace and destroy with ease. The same hands that traced Sam as gently as if he were made of glass, something precious. Sam wants to worship them, as he does every inch of the angel's body.]
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He gives a choked moan when his fingers slip inside Sam's mouth, the feeling reminding him all too much of how those lips were so wrapped around himself moments ago, the way his tongue danced across his skin, and God. He rolls his hips against Sam's again, in earnest, mouth open, breath coming in short pants.]
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You're so fucking gorgeous, Cas. [He mutters as he lets Castiel's dripping fingers out of his mouth. He smooths his hand across Castiel's back, all the way down to his ass, squeezing gently.] My beautiful angel. [This is doing no favors for his erection, but he's enjoying the heat, the intimacy, though he knows he'll probably need relief soon.]
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The first time had been almost gentle, an exploration, something so utterly perfect, but now--right this second, was a fucking fire.
Castiel pushes the hunter on his back--not hard, or with any ounce of his angelic strength--legs on either side of his hips. His mouth attaches to Sam's neck, nipping, kissing, suckling, from his collarbone to his ear, one hand groping blindly for that little forgotten bottle they had earlier.]
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Need you. [Sam mutters in Enochian, his hands grasping the sides of Castiel's chest, not trying to keep him back, but just wanting feel him.] Cas, Castiel - hrrrmph - love you - [He allows himself to open his eyes and see the angel above him, his own expression needy and wanting but so very open. He hasn't bottomed with a man before, not...not in a relationship or way that represented true love. He's a bit hesitant, despite the orgasm that's threatening to roll out of him like a wave in any second, but he reaches up to wrap his arms around Castiel's shoulders and pulls him in for a quick, but deep kiss, before lying back down, his arms on ( ... )
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