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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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[sitsherequietly]

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?"

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Castiel murmurs, holding softly onto Dean as the man rests against him, nuzzles into his face, soft kisses against his skin. He can't quite catch the man's lips, though it makes him smile, leaning into the warm brush of kisses that dot against his face. This is all... very nice.

He flushes a little as Dean laughs at his question, and he's briefly unsure if he shouldn't have asked that, but then the hunter's face is in his neck, and he's nodding. He pulls back, and then says that he'd like that, and it makes Cas smile again, leaning in as they kiss. Slow, and their tongues sliding together, the angel doing his best to return it with all the feeling he has for the man. Touching like this somehow just making it stronger.

"Good. I would like to do that again as well, Dean." He nuzzles into the man, nodding absently to the question. "The room does not seem as frigid as it was before."