[ there's no mistaking the faint relief that washes over castiel's features. truth be told, that's what he wants, too. somewhere quiet, where they can take their time, maybe it's stupid and romantic but castiel never claimed not to be either of those things, and if it's going to be his first time, he'd rather it be in a bed. traditional, maybe, but that's his pace. and he'd been ready and willing to do it here, because he'd thought dean had wanted to, and he wanted to try it, and yeah, castiel will just about bend over backwards for dean eighty percent of the time, but he's also eighteen years old, full of hormones, eager, and ready. so, if it's got to be up against a bookcase, then so be it. he won't complain. but given the choice? yes, he'd rather it be somewhere better. and that dean seems to feel the same way eases a bit of weight off of his shoulders that castiel hadn't even realized had been there. ]
All right. [ he says, assuredly, though it's difficult to argue with someone when their hand is on your cock, wet and slippery with saliva, pulling fast and hard. but he's sure, nonetheless. and dean is saying come on and come for me and that's enough to have him shelving any thoughts about their future for the moment, and focusing instead on the now.
and the now is good. the now is great. castiel leans back again, exhaling sharply, his left hand finding the shelf again for support as he arches his back, presses his shoulderblades into the bookcase, and rocks his hips into dean's expert hand. finishing this much here is fine by him, and then he can work on dean, and after that.. after that perhaps they can work out something better, a time, a place. at least, castiel hopes so. but for now, this is good. ]
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All right. [ he says, assuredly, though it's difficult to argue with someone when their hand is on your cock, wet and slippery with saliva, pulling fast and hard. but he's sure, nonetheless. and dean is saying come on and come for me and that's enough to have him shelving any thoughts about their future for the moment, and focusing instead on the now.
and the now is good. the now is great. castiel leans back again, exhaling sharply, his left hand finding the shelf again for support as he arches his back, presses his shoulderblades into the bookcase, and rocks his hips into dean's expert hand. finishing this much here is fine by him, and then he can work on dean, and after that.. after that perhaps they can work out something better, a time, a place. at least, castiel hopes so. but for now, this is good. ]