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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 eyed Dean, and grudgingly stepped back a pace or so, giving Dean a little bit more room, but definitely still closer than was customary. The angel still didn't really get this whole idea of personal space, truth be told. He'd never really been able to explain it, but there was a part of him that wanted to be close to Dean, stood so near to him because there was something about the proximity that was strange and interesting. He could never quite figure it out, but it didn't keep him from his continued attempts to do so

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.