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.
Castiel's hands leave Dean only long enough to shrug out of the coat and jacket as Dean pushes them off. He enjoys the slow slide of Dean's touch as he removes each of Castiel's garments one at a time. Dean undresses him the same way he had touched Castiel's wings with intent and attention that the angel isn't used to.
His hands find their way back to Dean, unsure fingers going for the buttons of Dean's own shirt. He notices when Dean stops moving, feels his gaze and looks up at him. His hands drop as Dean pushes at his shirt and then Dean's mouth is on Castiel's skin. His fingers go back to Dean's skirt, fumbling with the rest of the buttons.
Though they haven't even touched skin yet, Cas' hands feel good on him, feels his fingers shake as he's undoing the buttons on his shirt, and softly Dean huffs against Cas' neck, his hands coming up to join the angel's own in the removal of his shirt, shrugging it off once it's completely undone.
Then his hands settle back on Cas' hips, thumbs brushing along the skin just above the hem of his slacks, teasing almost, as he dots attention to Cas' chest in the form of soft kisses. Hands slide from their perch on the angel's hips, along his sides and to his back, fingers splayed as he presses them into Cas' skin, pulling him close as he rocks upward again, grinding their hips together, nails raking gentle lines down his back.
"Whoa," really, is all he can say to the both magnificent and terrifying span of wings.
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His hands find their way back to Dean, unsure fingers going for the buttons of Dean's own shirt. He notices when Dean stops moving, feels his gaze and looks up at him. His hands drop as Dean pushes at his shirt and then Dean's mouth is on Castiel's skin. His fingers go back to Dean's skirt, fumbling with the rest of the buttons.
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Then his hands settle back on Cas' hips, thumbs brushing along the skin just above the hem of his slacks, teasing almost, as he dots attention to Cas' chest in the form of soft kisses. Hands slide from their perch on the angel's hips, along his sides and to his back, fingers splayed as he presses them into Cas' skin, pulling him close as he rocks upward again, grinding their hips together, nails raking gentle lines down his back.
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