[ It is good, and it's even better when he's sure Cas is so, so close to coming. He can feel it in the slick slide of his fingers around him, the tension of the muscles in his thighs and belly and probably the look on his face, and Dean's breathing is so quick, he's so turned on, that he's sure it wouldn't take any time at all to get himself off with the taste of Castiel in his mouth and the warmth of him pressed right up against him. But something suddenly feels off about all of it, not sexy or as private as it had been a second ago, and Dean glances up, hardly faltering in the jerk of his hand even with that thought pricking through the haze of lust clouding whatever judgment he normally has. They're in the library, and he'd forgotten how loud Cas could be if he let him, if he wasn't close enough to cup a hand over his mouth or kiss him silent. ]
Cas. [ The hiss is low, squeezing just a little tighter with his hand, and it's clumsy, struggling to get to his feet without disrupting the motion so he can press right up against him and get at his lips. Mental note that he owed him a proper blowjob when they could find the time... ] Hey. C'mon. [ It's a soft whine. ] You feel so fuckin' amazing —
[ Better than amazing, which is what he'll get at and tell him when they're not on the verge of getting caught and handed detentions or loss of house points, and Dean leans to bite at his ear, sucking and worrying at the lobe with his teeth. The bookshelf behind them creaks and groans, but it's sturdy enough to hold their weight, comfortable enough for a sloppy handjob and making out. Just enough to finish and duck out before anything bad actually went down. ]
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Cas. [ The hiss is low, squeezing just a little tighter with his hand, and it's clumsy, struggling to get to his feet without disrupting the motion so he can press right up against him and get at his lips. Mental note that he owed him a proper blowjob when they could find the time... ] Hey. C'mon. [ It's a soft whine. ] You feel so fuckin' amazing —
[ Better than amazing, which is what he'll get at and tell him when they're not on the verge of getting caught and handed detentions or loss of house points, and Dean leans to bite at his ear, sucking and worrying at the lobe with his teeth. The bookshelf behind them creaks and groans, but it's sturdy enough to hold their weight, comfortable enough for a sloppy handjob and making out. Just enough to finish and duck out before anything bad actually went down. ]