1, if you don't mind? :3aiustiviriMay 29 2012, 23:02:23 UTC
He is maybe, just a fraction, surprised to see them. Because he's never actually seem them before, not the real ones anyway, he doesn't count flickering shadows on the walls because they'd been just that. Shadows. But truthfully, the real thing is way, way more awesome.
"Whoa," really, is all he can say to the both magnificent and terrifying span of wings.
Dean feels it when Cas presses his face against his neck and the warm puff of air against it makes him shiver and his hands in Cas' wings tighten slightly in response. Lowering his head a little he presses his mouth against the corner of Cas' lips, nudging gently against them, a tender brush of lips, barely a kiss.
The moan has him responding a little more eagerly, body pressing against the solid weight of Cas against him and he does it again, rakes his nails along the arch of a wing, other hand tugging gently, twisting a few feathers -- though not nearly enough to hurt them or remove one, he'd never do that.
Castiel turns his head when he feels Dean's lips, turning into the kiss. The gesture is unexpected, but far from unwelcome. He wraps his arms around Dean's waist, enjoying the way Dean feels pressed up against him.
He leans in to kiss Dean again, whining against the hunter's lips as he feels that scratching and tugging at his wings. Only Dean. There's no on else Castiel would want touching him like this. He can't help the noises that spill from his mouth as he breaks the kiss. Dean's walking a fine line and it's almost too much as he twists at Castiel's feathers, but he wouldn't dream of telling Dean to stop.
It's much sexier than he expected, the way Cas keens with his touch and he can't help but want Cas to make more of them. He dips into the kiss, deepening it and raking his nails down the feathers themselves, burying his hands deep into them, gently fisting and tugging them as he enjoys the way it makes Cas react.
Dean only breaks from the kiss when he needs to breath, panting softly and tugging just a little harder than before on a mass of feathers he holds in his hands, but never hard enough to pull them out. He drops one hand then to the angel's lower back, pulling him flush against him as he presses forward a fraction, rather turned on from the display in front of him.
Clinging to Dean, Castiel kisses back, desperate and open. Every touch, every tug on his feathers has another sound, another reaction. He can't help it. The way Dean is touching him, the fact that it's Dean doing it; He just wants to drown in the sensations.
His head falls back to Dean's shoulder and he's nearly shaking against him. He can feel his vessel reacting. He's getting hard. Then Dean's pulling him closer and he can feel Dean's solid weight against him. His hips shift against Dean, the stimulation from his wings and his vessel pulling a loud, sharp moan from his lips. "Dean..."
"Cas," he moans out quietly. "Bed, now." But it's not a demand, more like a suggestion because he's not ready to stop touching, but with how hard he's getting he doesn't think he'll be able to keep standing when his legs turn to jelly. So he pulls Cas with him as he moves backward toward the motel bed, fingers in his wings tugging gently, enjoying the sounds it pulls from the angel.
When he hits the bed he sits heavily down onto it and tugs Cas with him, onto his lap and groans at the weight of him finally pressing against him. He lifts his head to nip at Cas' lips as both hands now bury into the feathers and wings as he uses them to pull Cas closer.
Demand or request, it's not as if Cas even could say no to anything with Dean touching him like that. He wouldn't want to if he could. He makes an affirmative noise, though whether it's discernible from the other noises he's making, he really has no idea. He follows Dean easily, though, practically falling into his lap when Dean pulls at him, and that should be a good indicator for Dean that Castiel very much likes this idea.
He settles against Dean's chest, thighs spread over Dean's lap. Once he's securely against Dean, he leans in to kiss Dean again, harder than before, more desperate. His hips start to rock of their own accord, seeking out friction against Dean.
Dean moans, but it's swallowed by their kiss, Cas' lips demanding his attention and Dean gives it readily, his fingers massaging into the wings, feeling them twitch and flutter in his grasp -- he loves it. Loves this, loves Cas in his lap kissing him, wanting this. And Dean wants it too, all of it, all of Cas in a way he's never known before. Never knew it could quite feel like this.
He presses up against the angel, hip rocking solidly against his, using the hands in Cas' wings to keep him close. And it feels, pardon the pun, heavenly. The friction is maddening in it's pleasure and the sounds Cas makes just spur him on.
Castiel feels as if he is drowning in sensation. His wings twitch under Dean's touch, hungry for attention they've never had before. Castiel himself moves against Dean, slow and sloppy and desperate. If Dean wanted Castiel, he could have him. He would put up no resistance towards Dean, not for anything. Why would he want to when Dean could make him feel like this? Why would he want to when it was Dean who was doing it. He wants this, wants Dean more than he's ever let himself want anything. He can't think of a single thing he would want more than Dean kissing him and touching his wings.
"God, Cas," he moans loudly, hips bucking up against the angel's as they move together, pulling away from Cas' lips to breath, panting hot and soft against them before he's trailing them along his jaw, following the line of it to his neck where he sucked an angry red mark into his smooth, pale skin even though he knows it will heal and begone in minutes. Just knowing he'd made a mark there, even if only for a short time, makes his stomach flutter. His hands jerk slightly within Cas' ash gray wings, pulling a little harder than normal but not nearly enough to hurt them, in the same moment he thrusts up against him.
Castiel could heal any marks Dean leaves, but he's not sure that he will. They'll be welcome reminders of what Dean feels like. His head falls back, mouth open as he gasps for air that he doesn't really need, but his vessel is demanding. It's taking over until the only part of himself that he can focus on is his wings and the way Dean is playing with them.
He whimpers when the movement of Dean's hips gives him the exact friction his vessel has been looking for just as he tugs just right at Castiel's feathers. "Dean..."
His nails scrape down the feathers as he pulls his hands from them to settle on Cas' hips to help rock against him a little harder, Dean moaning loudly to the friction it provides as he bites against Cas' neck, lips trailing up to his ear where he nibbles and nips. "Want you so much, can I, Cas?" He knows it's a lot to ask, especially to an angel like Cas, but he knows what he wants and this might be the only time he'll be able to have what he wants.
"Can I have you?" Dean asks and makes no mistake for what he's asking as he grinds up against Cas, as he pulls the angel down against him a second time, lips brushing against Cas' cheek.
Castiel nearly shudders when he feels Dean's hands on his hips and gets that extra pressure. His neck is starting to feel almost as sensitive as his wings under Dean's attention. Then he hears Dean's question and he does shudder. He could say no. He should, but he doesn't want to. It's so far from what he wants. He wants Dean. He wanted him before he'd let the man touch his wings, but now, his hips moving against Dean's desperately, the want was unbearable. He needed Dean. He needed this thing between them.
"Yes." His voice was rough, shaking with need, and he turns into Dean to kiss him.
The affirmation makes him groan, because he's wanted this for awhile now, just never thought he could have it. Cas is too good for him, too pure and innocent and good where he is not, where he is just human and tainted with hell and blood. Cas can do better, he's sure. But he can't think of that right now, not when he has an angel in his lap, wanting him.
Lifting his head he nips at Cas' lips, then kisses him, hands gripping a little tighter before they slide up to begin unbuttoning Cas' prestine white button up. "Clothes, off," he mutters, then pauses a moment as he eyes the wings and then Cas' clothes. "How do you get them off? With the wings and everything?"
Nothing is too good for Dean, not where Castiel is concerned. Dean has more than proven himself to Castiel. He's a good man who is will to sacrifice a lot for the things he cares about. From where Castiel is sitting, Dean is the good one of the two of them. Castiel is the one who is corrupted and dirty. He has fallen so far from where he once was, lost so much of himself. He's on the run from his own family.
He closes his eyes. "My wings should just go through the fabric like they're already doing. They're not really there the way you see them."
"Huh," is all he says to that and a smile crosses his lips as he continues unbuttoning Cas' shirt, then slides his fingers up to undo his tie, tugging it off and tossing it to the side. He then pushes the trenchcoat off his shoulders and is amazed at how they do just that. The coat slides off his shoulders, unhindered by the wings and falls to the ground at his feet. "Awesome," he breathes out, grinning, because it is, awesome. Then he does the same with the navy blue blazer, it joining the coat on the floor.
He pauses a moment to just take in Cas in his lap, in nothing but his shirt and it's a wholly indecent sight. He loves it. Then he's pushing it off too and when he does he leans in to kiss and suck at the warm, pale skin of his chest, teeth and tongue skating up to nip and nibble at his collarbone as his hands drop back down to Cas' hips as he presses up against him again and again.
"Whoa," really, is all he can say to the both magnificent and terrifying span of wings.
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The moan has him responding a little more eagerly, body pressing against the solid weight of Cas against him and he does it again, rakes his nails along the arch of a wing, other hand tugging gently, twisting a few feathers -- though not nearly enough to hurt them or remove one, he'd never do that.
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He leans in to kiss Dean again, whining against the hunter's lips as he feels that scratching and tugging at his wings. Only Dean. There's no on else Castiel would want touching him like this. He can't help the noises that spill from his mouth as he breaks the kiss. Dean's walking a fine line and it's almost too much as he twists at Castiel's feathers, but he wouldn't dream of telling Dean to stop.
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Dean only breaks from the kiss when he needs to breath, panting softly and tugging just a little harder than before on a mass of feathers he holds in his hands, but never hard enough to pull them out. He drops one hand then to the angel's lower back, pulling him flush against him as he presses forward a fraction, rather turned on from the display in front of him.
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His head falls back to Dean's shoulder and he's nearly shaking against him. He can feel his vessel reacting. He's getting hard. Then Dean's pulling him closer and he can feel Dean's solid weight against him. His hips shift against Dean, the stimulation from his wings and his vessel pulling a loud, sharp moan from his lips. "Dean..."
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When he hits the bed he sits heavily down onto it and tugs Cas with him, onto his lap and groans at the weight of him finally pressing against him. He lifts his head to nip at Cas' lips as both hands now bury into the feathers and wings as he uses them to pull Cas closer.
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He settles against Dean's chest, thighs spread over Dean's lap. Once he's securely against Dean, he leans in to kiss Dean again, harder than before, more desperate. His hips start to rock of their own accord, seeking out friction against Dean.
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He presses up against the angel, hip rocking solidly against his, using the hands in Cas' wings to keep him close. And it feels, pardon the pun, heavenly. The friction is maddening in it's pleasure and the sounds Cas makes just spur him on.
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He whimpers when the movement of Dean's hips gives him the exact friction his vessel has been looking for just as he tugs just right at Castiel's feathers. "Dean..."
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"Can I have you?" Dean asks and makes no mistake for what he's asking as he grinds up against Cas, as he pulls the angel down against him a second time, lips brushing against Cas' cheek.
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"Yes." His voice was rough, shaking with need, and he turns into Dean to kiss him.
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Lifting his head he nips at Cas' lips, then kisses him, hands gripping a little tighter before they slide up to begin unbuttoning Cas' prestine white button up. "Clothes, off," he mutters, then pauses a moment as he eyes the wings and then Cas' clothes. "How do you get them off? With the wings and everything?"
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He closes his eyes. "My wings should just go through the fabric like they're already doing. They're not really there the way you see them."
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He pauses a moment to just take in Cas in his lap, in nothing but his shirt and it's a wholly indecent sight. He loves it. Then he's pushing it off too and when he does he leans in to kiss and suck at the warm, pale skin of his chest, teeth and tongue skating up to nip and nibble at his collarbone as his hands drop back down to Cas' hips as he presses up against him again and again.
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