Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, bodyswap
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Theme: Sex pollen
All parts here.
There are things he's meant to be thinking, but Castiel is not at all sure what they are. Dean's mouth is sweet and hot, and he moves demandingly -- his fingers in Castiel's hair, or fingers digging into his shoulders, fingernails leaving dents in his skin -- and Castiel cannot really think, not like this. He has been in this body so long it feels like his own, and it is maddening, the way Dean touches him, the way it's all new. Jimmy is there, somewhere, beyond the haze, but Castiel cannot hear him.
All he can hear is Dean -- a sweet gasp when he touches there, when he bites, and a moan when he moves against him just so. All he knows is Dean, really, everything in the world irrelevant but this, but Dean and this moment and the touch of his hand, hishandshismouthhis --
"We should fight this," Dean says, gasps, but he's spreading his legs, opening to Castiel. He pants sharply, moving against him urgently. "Come on -- come on, damn it. We should fight this but I -- ah -- "
It is too much, all of a sudden. Dean under him -- Dean around him -- Castiel has to stop, he has to stop, and yet --
"I want you anyway, Cas," Dean whispers, like it's shameful, arching under him. "And you want me too. So we can -- "
"It's okay, Dean," he says, bringing their mouths together again, never wanting to stop this.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Theme: Sex pollen
All parts here.
There are things he's meant to be thinking, but Castiel is not at all sure what they are. Dean's mouth is sweet and hot, and he moves demandingly -- his fingers in Castiel's hair, or fingers digging into his shoulders, fingernails leaving dents in his skin -- and Castiel cannot really think, not like this. He has been in this body so long it feels like his own, and it is maddening, the way Dean touches him, the way it's all new. Jimmy is there, somewhere, beyond the haze, but Castiel cannot hear him.
All he can hear is Dean -- a sweet gasp when he touches there, when he bites, and a moan when he moves against him just so. All he knows is Dean, really, everything in the world irrelevant but this, but Dean and this moment and the touch of his hand, hishandshismouthhis --
"We should fight this," Dean says, gasps, but he's spreading his legs, opening to Castiel. He pants sharply, moving against him urgently. "Come on -- come on, damn it. We should fight this but I -- ah -- "
It is too much, all of a sudden. Dean under him -- Dean around him -- Castiel has to stop, he has to stop, and yet --
"I want you anyway, Cas," Dean whispers, like it's shameful, arching under him. "And you want me too. So we can -- "
"It's okay, Dean," he says, bringing their mouths together again, never wanting to stop this.