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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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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.

"Feel better than this? I... alright."

Cas almost doesn't believe him. This feels so good, so hot and tingling along his nerves until his body is shivering beneath Dean, that it's hard to think of something better. But he trusts Dean, and so he's nodding a little uncertainly, his eyebrows drawn in a little, looking far more solemn about this than is really justifiable. He'll give Dean anything, he's more than willing to see where this leads, especially when it feels so good. He moans, hot and earnest as Dean runs their cocks together, and it's uncertain, a little awkward, but slowly Cas immitates the motion and his body shakes, and he's moaning against Dean's shoulder.

"Dean--"

What could possibly be better than this?

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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.

Hadn't Dean called this one of the... 'perks' of rebelling against Heaven? He was inclined to agree.

Castiel's movements slowly get a little less frantic, his body enthralled by the pleasure, but it eased a little as he learned the rhythm, didn't feel quite so much like it was so good that it might break him. His arms wrapping around Dean, holding onto him, his weight pressing down on the angel and he liked how it felt, liked the heat that made him almost forget about how cold it was outside of the bed.

"Oh, Dean-- This is, this feels... very nice."

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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.

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Cas moans as Dean kisses him again, the way the hunter's tongue licks his lips open and presses inside makes him shiver. He can taste him on his lips, something he can't name but that feels so utterly Dean. He gasps when they part, his body trembling at the way that Dean says he feels good, lifts his thighs and palms over skin, touching hips and flat stomach and his body shudders at how it feels. There's something about Dean touching him, the hunter's lips on his and Cas awkwardly leans in for a brief, uncertain kiss, a flush to his face as he pulls away.

"I know you won't hurt me, Dean. I want to feel... more."

It was a little uncertain, because Cas was still an angel and this was certainly very, very far from angelic behavior, angelic desires, but he was finding he couldn't help himself. The way their bodies fit together was perfect, the way their hips met and moved, Dean nipping at his lips, and he looked at him wide-eyed with interest.

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He knows he can't go about this the way he would if he'd picked someone up for the night. Cas deserves so much more than that. "I want," he pauses to lick his lips, steel himself and build himself up for what he's going to say. "I want to have sex with you, Cas." Dean says slowly, so Cas understands just what he means when he says it, because he's got to go about this different. Cas is by no means stupid or inept, but he knew Cas didn't quite understand things the way normal humans did, didn't experience these worldly sins the way humans do.

"That okay?" Dean asks softly, hips rolling forward slowly as he rocks against the angel, the slick of their leaking cocks making the slide that much easier.

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Cas was silent for a moment, like he was processing that, looking at Dean with that gaze that was too-intense. Something meaningful, like he was looking for something, or trying to decide on something, but then he nodded, looked at Dean with a brief flutter of dark eyelashes, a low murmur as he leans in, presses his face against Dean's.

"I think I would.. like that, Dean."

There's something he's not saying, but he learned social interaction mostly from Dean. It's really not any wonder that Castiel really doesn't know how to say what he feels.

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Pushing himself up a little, Dean stares down at the angel beneath him, brow raised. "You sure? You know... what I'm asking, right?" Because he needs to make sure, to know that Cas understands what he wants from him, what he wants to do to him. Because Cas means too much for him to not want the angel informed about what would be progressing between the two of them. There was a difference between watching from the clouds for a millenia and experiencing it first hand.

"Cause you can say no, or if you like, have questions or something you want to say, you can. You can talk to me, Cas."

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"I understand your intentions. I have never done this before, but, I.. want to with you, Dean."

And oh Father, if he hadn't been fallen before, this sealed it. As if there weren't two hundred angels sealed in the earth for the crime of laying with humans. The sin that had allowed angels to walk clad in human skin as Grace mixed in the bloodlines of men.

Dean has always been his greatest sin, and Castiel still can't really bring himself to regret it. He's a bit fuzzy on the exact mechanics, but he wants to be close like that, he wants to feel, and he believes the hunter when he says he wont hurt him.

"I trust you."

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"Yeah, yeah I know. Just wanted to be sure you got what I was sayin'," he says, smiling a little and slowly he moves away and fishes around the bedside table for a tube of lube, because he knew the hotel always provides. Pulling it back he moved back onto his knees between Cas' legs.

"This might hurt or feel uncomfortable, but it would be worse if I don't, okay?" he says, as he uncaps the lube and squeezes some onto his fingers. He rubs it together to warm it up and dips his hand down, presses his fingers between Cas' pert cheeks and rubs against his hole. He keeps his eyes on Cas' face as he slowly presses a finger in, pausing to let the angel adjust to the intrusion, then presses in further. He's hot and tight around him and Dean bites back a low groan at the sensation.

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Castiel makes a soft noise of protest as Dean pulls away, the loss of the friction makes him shiver, and he's aching for it when Dean is pressing between his legs again. He looks up at the hunter, nodding slowly as he watches him, his blue eyes gazing up into those beautiful greens he's so fond of.

"I understand," Castiel says quietly, a slight twitch to the corner of his lips, because Dean is different. Here, with him, this, it's different, softer, than the way he is with the people he's seen him with. He... likes that.

He gasps, a shiver running through him as Dean presses his fingers between his cheeks, rubbing something slick and wet against his entrance. He flushes, his breath quickening, his fingers curling in the sheets, because it's warm and slick, and the pressure around his hole gets him to relax before that finger presses in. His breath catches, and Cas gasps sharply as Dean's fingertip stretches him open.

He's panting for breath, not out of pain, but it's new, and it feels hot, and there's a part of him that wants more and that finger's only halfway in. Then as his body adjusts to it, Dean's pressing in further, sinking it all the way into him, and Cas can't help the soft little moan.

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Jesus, he can't believe this is happening, that he's finally going to be with Cas the way he's wanted for the last year and a half, when he realized there was room in his heart for more than just Sam or Bobby, that Cas could actually mean something more to him than just being a friend -- though he is that too. He watches the way Cas responds, the arch of his body and the quiver his of thighs and hips, the way his eyes flutter, dark lashes against pale skin. It's beautiful, the way he thinks Cas should be.

He presses in, pulls back and pushes in again and again, working the angel open with his finger and when he feels a little loose, he pulls back and adds a second. He presses them both in, spreads and scissors them to open Cas up even more for him.

"Feel so hot, Cas, nice and tight, gonna have to work you open a little bit more. Don't wanna hurt you," he murmurs, breath coming in short pants with how bad he wants this, wants to be buried balls deep inside Cas, wants to mark him and make him his.

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Castiel had never had quite so carnal thoughts about Dean, but the angel feels like it means something, cements something about the feelings he's had for the hunter. The Righteous Man, the man he harrowed Hell for, the man he turned his back on Heaven for, has slain his brothers for. He will always choose Dean, and this, the heat of his skin, the way that Dean is touching inside of him makes those feelings solidify into something.

His legs part slightly as Dean works that flick finger in and out of Castiel's virginal hole until flesh acclimates, begins to give a little more. The hunter works another gun-calloused finger inside of him, making the angel gasp sharply as his body is stretched wider, although it's not until Dean scissors his fingers that there is that first twist of faint discomfort married to the pleasure. His breath hisses between his lips, those fingers stretching him wider, forcing flesh to give.

He murmurs at the words Dean says, the way they sound like praise, like affection. It's endearing how worried he is about hurting him, and it makes his body arch, his hips softly lifting, slow and uncertain as he presses a little bit into it. Not sure if he's doing it right but unable to help it as his body moves.

"Oh, Dean..."

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"Just a little more, Cas." Dean murmurs quietly, thrusts his fingers in deeper, spreading them wide so that he would hurt Cas the least, watching him carefully and slowing if it looked like Cas was uncomfortable, but he didn't stop, couldn't. Wants this too much to stop completely. When Cas' twitching hole yeilds more to his two fingers, he pulls them out and lubes them up more, then presses in three. He reaches up with his other hand to stroke over Cas' thighs, leaning in to kiss across his navel, soft affectionate kisses to help wipe away any pain or discomfort he feels.

He works the three inside, pressing in deep and hooking to find that spot inside, wanting Cas to feel what would soon be coming once he's able to press inside the angel, fill him up. He wants it so bad he's aching, has to reach down with his other hand, pulling it away from Cas' body to reach down and palm himself, stroking slowly to take away some of the edge.

"God, Cas, can't wait to be inside you. S'gonna be so good."

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Cas murmurs in quiet acceptance as Dean says it's just a little bit more. Truthfully, Castiel hadn't really expected to feel any discomfort. He'd been a soldier, blinked off most mundane forms of damage. But this is different, it's fingers inside his flesh, twisting and stretching at his vessel. He sighs, leans into the soft, affectionate kisses that Dean presses along his stomach, and it helps, eases the discomfort, helps him to relax even when Dean has fingers twisting inside of his body.

He gasps when Dean pulls his fingers free, the angel's breath ragged, and then there's a low whine as Dean's pressing in with three this time. It feels obscene, the way he's stretched around the hunter's fingers, his hole pulled open. His skin is flushed, his blue eyes sparkling, darker with lust as he looks down at Dean through lidded eyes. And then there's a cry that Castiel doesn't even think to try and hold back as fingertips hook and hit that spot. His body shakes, his hips jerking, his hole twitching around Dean's fingers. Oh, oh, that felt good. He wants that, wants it again, and he mewls wantonly.

"I want you inside my body as well, Dean."

Castiel was a bit too innocent to really manage dirty talk, but he did return the sentiment.

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"Yeah, feel's good huh?" Dean breathes out as he thrusts his fingers in a little faster, working them in and out of Cas' body, stretching him wider, making room for him to fit deep inside. He continues to prod that spot inside, wanting to bring the angel as much pleasure as possible. Then he's pulling them out when Cas is good and stretched, his cock aching to be inside.

He dribbles lube onto his dick, rubs it in to slick it up and groaning at the feel of it before moving between Cas' thighs. He shifts in close and gingerly pressed the head of his cock against Cas' entrance and slowly begins to push in. His hands move up to grasp at Cas' hips to steady himself as he inches his way inside. "Fuck, Cas, so tight," he pants out, pausing every now and then to let the angel adjust to the wide girth of his dick pressing into his body.

Slowly, he moves, pushing in and stops, then moves again until he's fully seated balls deep into Cas' yielding body. He pants heavily and leans in to press warm, breathy kisses to Cas' lips, body shaking from the effort not to simply fuck him. "Cas, fuck, you feel so good."