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Castiel watched as the people walked by in the lobby, some of them in... states of undress or near-undress that he had thought were unacceptable for public.  He is reminded of the place Dean took him the night before, with its red carpeting, and the woman 'Chastity', in her strange garment that did little to conserve her modesty.  His head was

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Currently, Dean was in one of the other empty hotel rooms a floor up from his own, gathering provisions. Which meant he was pretty much thieving other peoples things -- or well, things that were left behind. Most of them were clothes, personal items like brushes, money, soap and shampoo. Things that weren't too personal but could be useful all the same. He kept them in boxes in the closet of his room which was quite spacious as was his own. Being here as long as he had, the hotel had gifted him with an upgrade. At first he'd thought he'd gotten the room wrong -- wouldn't be the first time -- but everything was still in it's place

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Dean was more pleased than he thought he should be when Cas followed him up onto the bed at his urging and when the angel nestled in close Dean wrapped an arm around him to haul him closer. It felt nice, better than it should be and he shouldn't be taking pleasure in this because he knew Cas was miserable, being freezing cold for the first time ever, most likely. Yet he couldn't help but liking it even a small fraction

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Cas murmured quietly when Dean curled an arm around him and pulled him closer. He was still freezing, but when they were close, when he could press his cheek to Dean's skin, it seemed to warm him up somehow, from the inside. Dean was honestly much better at being reassuring than Cas was, though the fallen angel did try for the human at times. It seemed like it was always Dean reassuring Castiel; like in the car after Raphael, Dean telling him how he'd believed his father to be alive when all signs had said he was dead. The scale might be different, but it still eased what he'd been feeling. He never knew what to say in those moments, and so he disappeared; a flutter of feathers and silence

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Dean swallowed when he felt Cas curl up closer, jerking slightly to the feel of his cool hand against his back, against skin and the warmth at his neck made him shiver -- but not from the cold, not this time and he willed his body not to respond, because they didn't need that right now, though he suspected that was the reason the hotel was doing this. He knew what it wanted and was hard pressed to give it. Even if it might make the cold go away -- though there was no promise that it would

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"Then we should disrobe. Dean, I'm still cold."

There was a whine to the angel's voice, a frown at the idea that there was a way to get warmer and that they weren't doing it yet. That hand on Dean's back moving, starting to try and shove Dean's shirt up up body. Something about body heat and clearly they needed to be naked now.

Castiel was still not too hip to things like modesty and propriety and they very long list of reasons why this might be a bad idea.

"I am... uncertain of the mechanics for removing my own garments."

He said like a secret, awkward and a little uncertain. He'd watched Dean disrobe before, but his own clothes had so many layers and so many buttons and it was all so confusing. Was it really necessary for clothes to be complex?

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Oh god what? "What?" And his voice did not squeak, he would deny it to his damn dying day, thank you very much. He knew it was logical though, he knew that. They weren't in a blizzard but it was still cold and they needed to get warm, both of them. He didn't like he idea of Cas suffering things he wasn't meant to suffer

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Castiel found that he couldn't look away as Dean undressed. There was something about being so close, in bed together that made the way that Dean removed his clothes more... interesting than usual. His blue eyes intent, a tilt to his head as he watched, and his mouth felt dry, and his body felt warm, but it was different, and he felt all tingly and strange.

And Dean offered to help him out of his clothes. The angel sat up obediently, trying to move to make it easier. First it was his trenchcoat, and then the suit jacket, and then Dean's hands were at his tie, tugging it to loosen the knot, and pulling him in close. Dean had very attractive lips. He wondered what it was like, having them pressed against his own, like Dean did with the women he met in bars. Castiel was going to blame that thought on the fact that he was fallen, that his Grace was fading...

That was clearly why he had an erection.

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With the tie now off and tossed to the side, Dean's hands went to Cas' slacks and began to unbuckle the belt, pulling it open and popping the buttons. It was when he began tugging down the zipper that he realized the angel was hard. He swallowed thickly as he tugged it down and then dipped his fingers into the hem to pull them off. "Lift your hips," he said, voice thick and husky without meaning to be as he pulled hem off, then tugged off Cas' shoes and socks, tossing them all to the side.

He left the angels boxers on but even then he could see he obscene tent in them from how hard Cas was -- his vessel, he reminded himself, it wasn't actually Cas. ...Was it? "Okay, lay down," Dean instructed as he laid down as well, then pulled Cas up against him, twining their legs together and he had to bite back a moan as his groin rubbed against Cas' erection, feeling it hot and hard against him.

"Better?"

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"Yes. I feel much warmer."

Cas managed to get out, his voice low, breathy, and then he moaned as the hunter rubbed against his erection, and the angel's hips jerked in response, pressing into the contact. God, but it felt good. It was hot, hotter even than the skin on skin way their bodies were nestled together now. Castiel made a soft whine, different from when he'd been complaining about the cold, his face buried into Dean's neck. He didn't understand this, not really, but it was good, felt like a jolt of fire that cut straight through him.

"Oh, oh, Dean--"

His hands clutching at the bare skin of the hunter pressed up against him, heat pooling low in his stomach, precum starting to bead at the tip of his cock as it twitched against the fabric of his boxers. It was all Cas, for better or worse. Just human enough that the connection they had shifted, became something else, something that had want flaring along his nerves.

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Dean groaned softly at Cas' reaction to the graze on his erection and he could feel his own twitching to life at the soft sounds he was making, how curled up tight against him he was. It was intoxicating having Cas naked and this close to him -- well close to naked, at least. He licked his lips as he looked down at the angel, trying to keep from wanting to touch, to feel and taste. But it was difficult with Cas pressed up against him like this.

"Cas..." Dean moaned, pressing a little harder against him, his own cock tenting his boxers the harder he got. "Feel good?" He asked breathlessly, knowing these sensations would be new to the angel, someone who had never felt these things before, had never felt pleasure like this and it thrilled him to think that he was the first one to give Cas these feelings.

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He'd never felt like this before, but it was a growing warmth that suffused his body, heating his skin, and certainly was a pleasant way to fight back the cold. The way that Dean groaned, the sound of his name on the hunter's lips, it all made him shiver, because it was all different, somehow. He had watched Dean invisibly, he'd seen him with women and making all those noises and yet never really understood it. Being the focus of that, being the one that's pressed up against Dean nearly naked, he thinks he might understand a little.

"It feels, ah- very pleasant."

His hips jerking helplessly as Dean pressed harder against him. It was almost too good, unable to entirely control his vessel's reactions to the pleasure that was curling through him. His eyelashes fluttering as he looked at Dean, flushed and wide-eyed and interested. This was new, strange, but he found that he enjoyed it. He nosed into the side of Dean's jaw, not quite kissing, but pressing into skin, breathing him in, feeling him.

Was this really okay?

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Cas' innocence was as endearing as it was sexy, to him at least. He's enjoying the way that his body reacts, pressing into him and the noises he makes. Because this is the first time Cas' experiencing these things and it's with him. His chest warms with the knowledge and slowly, Dean presses Cas back into the mattress, moving over him beneath the covers and his hands slide down the angel's thighs, spreading them so he can nestle between.

"Yeah, it's really.. pleasant. I can make it feel better, if you let me," Dean says, breath catching as he presses more firmly against Cas' hips, able to feel the hard line of his cock tenting the boxers and rocks forwar, grinding their cocks together through soft fabric. Heat surges through him and he moans softly, looking down at the flush-faced angel beneath him. Corrupting him, making him want things he shouldn't know how to want. Tainting him with sinful, worldly pleasure and he wonders if that makes him a demon to the heavenly host, taking one of their own with his own desires.

"Fuck, Cas."

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Cas murmurs heatedly as Dean shifts their position slightly, pushing Cas' body back into the mattress, Dean's frame pressing down over him. His breath catches and he moans lightly as hands slide over his thighs, pushing them apart, and then Dean's pressing between his legs. It makes him shiver, his breath catch, a low moan on his lips as he looks up at the hunter with wide blue eyes. His legs tensing against Dean's waist, like he wants to keep him there

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Dean wants so much more, but he takes his time -- time is all they have here, there's nothing else to do and no where else to go, not with this cold at least. He nods a little and slinks his hands down to push Cas' boxers down, tugging them off and then shifting to do the same with his own. Then he's pressing down again and rocking forward, rubbing their slick, hard cocks together and Dean moans with it, panting hard as he rocks again, moves in a slow rhythm.

But fuck, it feels so good, having Cas beneath him like this, moving against him as he slowly gets used to feeling the pleasure he's feeling. Lowering his head, Dean presses his lips to Cas' cheek, then to the corner of his lips, then finally to his mouth, pressing into the kiss and licking his mouth open, dipping inside to taste him and it's everything he thought it would be.

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Cas is cooperative, moving to help Dean as best he can as the man is pulling his boxers down, leaving Cas naked beneath Dean's touches. And then the hunter is stripping as well, so that when he's fitted between the angel's legs again, rocking down against him, it's bare flesh on skin. It's rhythmic but slow, but it still makes the angel buck up beneath him, moaning hot and trembling as he jerks up into the contact, his inexperienced body greedy for it as he realizes how good it feels when Dean touches him. He doesn't want the hunter to stop, no matter that it might be sinful

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Dean grins as he nuzzles into Cas' face, then kisses him again to shut him up, because he can. Honestly though he likes Cas' voice, how gravelly deep it is and how it sounds full of pleasure. It's addicting, listening to it. "God, you feel so good, Cas." Dean moaned softly, hitching his thighs a little higher on the bed to rock better against Cas, his hands smoothing over his thighs and hips, up his stomach, to touch every inch of him he could reach.

"Can make it feel better, if you let me. Won't hurt you, would never hurt you." He murmured softly against those lips, nuzzling against them, nipping softly. Even as he spoke he was moving, rocking slowly, grinding their hips together and enjoying the friction, making him moan.