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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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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."

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Cas just groans in response to that question, can't find the words to affirm that yes, it feels very pleasurable with Dean's fingers moving in his body, stretching him, moving faster, touching that place inside him that makes him arch and almost fuck back onto those digits. He loses track of himself, just jerks and shakes and presses needily back into it. Pleasure is new, but it's consuming, does things to him he hardly understands, makes his vessel move in ways that come without permission. He can't help the way that he whines in protest when those fingers slowly draw out from his body.

He squirms a little, but then Dean is shifting between his thighs, and his breath catches when the slick head of the hunter's cock is finally nudging against the angel's stretched little hole. And then Dean is pushing in, and Cas shakes, his hands slipping from the sheets and resting on Dean's shoulders because he needs something to hold onto. Dean is thicker than those fingers, and Cas is panting to catch his breath as it slides in, stretching him slowly, filling him in a way that's somehow more than it had been before. He's silently thankful for the way that Dean pauses, giving him time to adjust to it as he sinks in. It's almost too much to wrap his head around, that it's Dean he's with, Dean touching him, teaching him, sinking inch by inch deeper into the depths of his vessel.

He mewls, shaking and wide-eyed when Dean finally shoves in those last few inches and then stops. Presses back into those light kisses against his lips, arms curling around the hunter's shoulders. "Oh, oh, Dean... This is, you feels so good," whispered in the space between them, something about having Dean all the way inside of him. It felt like he was in him so deep, like he touched something inside of him.

He'd understood that sex was a pleasant recreation and a nessecary biological function for the species. He hadn't really grasped just how good it was, how it made you feel so close to another being. It was like that moment where he'd held Dean's soul as he carried him away from Hell except more tangible and physical. This wouldn't be lost as Castiel remade his body. This they could share.

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"Fuck," Dean breathes out shakily when he stills to allow them both to adjust, moaning softly at the way Cas trembles beneath him and his body clamps tight around the intrusion. It's almost too good. He wants to go slow, tries to, slowly pulls out and pushes back in, builds up a steady rhythm. There's a sheen of sweat to them both and Dean moans even louder.

He slides his hands up Cas' sides from his hips, then plants his hands on the bed next to him, gripping the sheets as he simply hovers and thrusts, pushing in deep with every roll of his hips. It's even better than he'd thought it be, and truthfully he's thought about it quite often, jerked off to the thoughts even.

"Fuck, Cas, feels so good," he pants out, moaning at the way Cas' body clenches around him the deeper he thrusts in as the pace begins to quicken.

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Cas moans hotly when his body relaxes a little and Dean finally starts moving, pulling back and then shoving forward, burying his length back inside Cas' tight body. There's a thin film of sweat along his shoulders as he clings to Dean, holding onto him, his body shaking, arching and moving to the way that Dean shoves into him. It's as if his vessel knows how this works better than he does, some intrinsic knowledge that has him meeting those rhythmic thrusts with eager rolls of his hips.

Cas is crying out in pleasure, a hungry sort of bliss as those thrusts quicken and he wants this, wants it more, wants to feel Dean like this, feel this connection. One of his hands slips away, finding that scar he'd left on the hunter's arm, holding onto skin, and he leans up, brushing rushed, breathy kisses across what skin he can reach, trying to cater to this strange desire to touch and taste and feel that he'd never really expected to fall victim to.

Dean's filling him deep on every thrust, the pace quickening, and there's a heat filling him, has him moaning the hunter's name like he's pleading, begging for something. More, this consuming need to feel, to take everything that Dean can give him. His legs hitching onto Dean's hips, pressing closer as best he can, breathy murmurs and soft cries as Dean shoves all the way into Cas' clutching hole again and again.

"Oh, Dean.. Yes, please, Dean-"

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God, it feels amazing to have Cas under him, all around him and needing him, wanting him like this. It was something he'd never thought he'd be able to get and here it is. The way Cas moves under him is intoxicating and he can't ever imagine him with anyone else, not like this. Leaning in he kisses the angel hard, tongue plunging into his mouth as he moans against the kiss, hips picking up pace.

His rhythm and pace are getting faster and harder, unable to keep the slow pace the way he's wanted to, the pleasure mounting quickly. "Cas, fuck, you're so fucking good, look so fucking hot beneath me like this. Wanted you so damn bad," he pants out, pulling back nearly all the way out before thrusting hard back in and moaning with it, the clench of Cas' body maddening.

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Castiel never wanted anyone else like this. Dean was the one that he'd cared too much for since the beginning, since he'd dragged him from Hell and remade his flesh. There had been... less than chaste thoughts about the man. The muscular line of his back, the dip of his spine, the strength of his biceps, his eyes as green as Persian limes. He returns the kiss, his tongue sliding against Dean's, moaning against his lips as the hunter quickens the sharp movements of his hips.

The words on Dean's lips send a shiver through his body. He wants more of that, wants to do things that make Dean say things like that. The idea that he wanted him makes his vessel's heart skip a beat, flushes his skin pink, because Cas wanted him too. Not like this, not quite coherent of lust and pleasure to crave this. But, closeness, that desire to be near, basking in the subtle warmth of almost touching. He's always wanted him.

Dean pulls out almost all the way and then buries his cock all the way in the tight grip of Cas' body. His muscles tightening, flexing around him and he shakes, moaning, hot mewling wordless noises of pleasure.

"Oh, Dean! That-- ah, do that again, please."

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Dean groans and complies, can do anything but. He pulls out nearly all the way again and shoves back in, hard and fast, unable to go slow now, not wanting to. The pleasure is too good like this, the way Cas opens up for him, the accepting way his body takes him. "Nngh, fuck, Cas... Cas," Dean pants, can't do anything else but pant and moan, because it feels that good, Cas feels amazing. He's wanted this for so long, never thought he could have it -- didn't want to taint Cas with his hell-stained touch.

He still doesn't, but he's too far gone to care right now.

Dean slams into Cas with every thrust, not caring how the bed rocks beneath them or how the headboard thunks erratically against the wall. Can't care about anything but Cas and the pleasure hovering between them.

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Cas moans, his head tossing back, his body taking it, smooth and slick as Dean slams into him with those long thrusts that the angel was begging for. He cries out the hunter's name like a refrain or a prayer, arching his back and pressing back, as if he can shove Dean that little bit deeper if he rolls his hips just right. He'd never thought he'd want this so much, but he can't help himself.

It's like he can't get enough, he's so close to something, can feel it, the way it builds inside of him. Careless of the noise they're making, or that they might genuinely break the cabin bed with the force with which Dean fucks into his body with. He sobs, buries his face into Dean's shoulder, clutches onto him as the hunter hits that spot inside of him dead on. It feels like he shoves too deep, like he touches his Grace, and Cas makes a mess of his stomach, his body tightening in erratic twitches as he comes.

"Dean, Dean... Oh, oh, Dean--"

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"Ohfuck, Cas!" Dean moans out loudly as he feels Cas' body clamping down around him and he pulls back only minutely as the angel comes beneath him, the way his body seizes up and his loud cries are almost deafening and it's beautiful the way Cas falls apart as his orgasm takes hold. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

His own climax rushes through him and a few hard thrusts more and Dean comes, hot and hard inside Cas, moaning loudly as he fucks into the angel, working through it and his hands slid in beneath Cas to hold the angel close to him as his hips pump forward a dozen more times before slowing to a stop, leaving them both panting and sweating, much more warmer than either had been at the start. Lifting himself up slightly he turns his head and presses his mouth to the side of Cas' in a tender kiss.

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Cas has never felt anything like this before, the pleasure that shoots through his body almost blinds him, has him shaking as he holds onto Dean. He clutches at the hunter because he feels like if he lets go he might break under the intensity of this feeling. He mouths kisses into skin, nuzzles against Dean with low murmurs of breath that come thin and gasping, his vessel's heart pounding against his rib cage and there's this sudden fear it might burst; that it was too much, too good.

Dean floods his body with hot fluid, and he can feel it filling him as the man's hips continue to move, fucking his release deep into the angel's body. He moans breathlessly against the hunter, soft and almost hushed with exhaustion. He feels spent, doesn't want to move, doesn't want to do anything other than lie here with Dean. He feels so close to him like this, flushed and breathless, feels like this meant something and he doesn't want to let go of that. It doesn't feel cold anymore and Cas smiles, leaning in to return that kiss; sweet, maybe loving as their lips slide together.

Cas's eyelashes flutter slowly as he looks up at Dean, still holding onto him, their lips parting and he let's his head rest on the hunter's shoulder. "That was... very pleasant, Dean. Can we.. when it's not cold, can we do that again?" He wanted this, wanted to be with Dean like this; he hoped he wasn't the only one.

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Slowly, Dean lowers himself down to rest against the angel, the length of their bodies touching and he sighs quiet and deep as he nuzzles into Cas' face, peppering it with warm kisses. It's been a long time since he's ever felt this at peace, especially during sex. But it's different with Cas in a way than it is with anyone else he's ever slept with and it frightens him to know why.

He grins at the question and chuckles as he buries his face against Cas' neck and nods. He then pulls back to look down at him and nods again, "Yeah, I'd like that." Dean says, kissing him again, sweeter and slower, full on the mouth this time, tongue slowly sliding into Cas' mouth to mingle with his own wet tongue, licking and lapping against it.

"I'd like that a lot," he grins when he pulls back. "Warm enough now?"