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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 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?"

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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."