[ it's an actual blessing when dean moves his mouth away to make use of his hand, and castiel is able to breathe again. this much he can handle. it's good, it's all good, and dean knows what he's doing, even if castiel knows that before him, dean's only experience has been with girls. but that doesn't really matter, because dean just seems so naturally good with his body and hands, and not to mention, there's not a boy alive their age that hasn't jerked off, and doing it to someone else isn't really very different from doing it to yourself.
so this is recovery time. and castiel takes advantage of it, catching his breath and falling slack against the books again and chancing a glance down at dean who looks eager, and proud of himself, all the things that castiel admires about him. he shifts his hips and he bites his lower lip gently and murmurs something unintelligible while trying to forget the cold fear creeping back that this is the library. ]
Yeah. [ he agrees, with a slow nod and a hitched breath. ] It's good.
[ and then the brief reprieve is over, and dean is leaning in again, and sucking him in deep and castiel's eyes snap shut, his hand on the shelf slipping, losing its grip, finding it again, and all the worries are washed away by the feel of dean's mouth all around his cock, wet and slippery and better than anything he's ever felt. it's exquisite, all consuming, burning away every thought in his mind but how it feels, this pressure and heat, that it's dean doing it, dean with his easy smiles and his flashing hazel-green eyes, the boy he was sure would never look at him the way castiel is sure he looked at dean.
when he pulls off again castiel is pitching forward a little, his breath fast and hard, both hands now finding dean's face, turning it upward, his right thumb sliding over dean's wet lower lip. ]
Dean, that's - [ he's struggling for the words. ] - it's good, I won't last. I thought we were going to.. I mean, I thought you wanted to..
[ fuck? yeah he can't bring himself to say it. not out loud. no way. ]
no subject
so this is recovery time. and castiel takes advantage of it, catching his breath and falling slack against the books again and chancing a glance down at dean who looks eager, and proud of himself, all the things that castiel admires about him. he shifts his hips and he bites his lower lip gently and murmurs something unintelligible while trying to forget the cold fear creeping back that this is the library. ]
Yeah. [ he agrees, with a slow nod and a hitched breath. ] It's good.
[ and then the brief reprieve is over, and dean is leaning in again, and sucking him in deep and castiel's eyes snap shut, his hand on the shelf slipping, losing its grip, finding it again, and all the worries are washed away by the feel of dean's mouth all around his cock, wet and slippery and better than anything he's ever felt. it's exquisite, all consuming, burning away every thought in his mind but how it feels, this pressure and heat, that it's dean doing it, dean with his easy smiles and his flashing hazel-green eyes, the boy he was sure would never look at him the way castiel is sure he looked at dean.
when he pulls off again castiel is pitching forward a little, his breath fast and hard, both hands now finding dean's face, turning it upward, his right thumb sliding over dean's wet lower lip. ]
Dean, that's - [ he's struggling for the words. ] - it's good, I won't last. I thought we were going to.. I mean, I thought you wanted to..
[ fuck? yeah he can't bring himself to say it. not out loud. no way. ]