[ oh, okay. he has only a little experience with this stuff, but he can figure it out. he picks up the call and tilts his head at the image on the screen, momentarily distracted from what he's doing with his other hand.
but it's still obvious he was doing something. his breathing heavy, his cheeks flushed, his pupils blown wide. a smile creeps across his face. ]
[ he isn't great at "dirty talk", but he can at least get dean to talk to him. as he settles back, his eyelids fluttering, he shifts again. the view dean is given doesn't give dean a lot to work with besides the play of expressions across cas' face, but cas just so happens to be holding the phone close enough to where his hand is sliipped beneath the waistband of his pants that the rustle of fabric when he moves his hand isn't subtle at all. ]
Mm, Yeah... Yeah. And how your mouth feels wrapped around me. All that heat, and...
[ he gives a shuddering sigh, his clothes rustling a little more loudly as he switches to longer, slower strokes. after a few moments of this, he pauses his rhythm and then there's a sound, the slide of leather against leather, a belt being unfastened, and a zipper being pulled down following. he sighs when he, presumably, gets his hand back on his cock. ]
You like it when I suck your cock? I haven't done that in a while, we should fix that.
[ Man, This is hot as hell...
But what's really getting Dean going is Cas' reactions to his words, the way he rustles around, the sound of his hand against fabric, the zipper being dragged. ]
Anytime, sweetheart. You know that, don't you? You just gotta snap your fingers and we'll go to poundtown.
[ at least he didn't say beautiful? but he's right, either way. dean has plush, pink, perfectly shaped lips, and the way they look stretched around the shaft of his cock drives him crazy. he finds himself staring down, and although the little video screen doesn't nearly do dean justice, it's enough to deepen the flush on his face, make his hand work quicker. ]
[ They're perfect, and just like Cas remembers how it felt to have Dean's mouth around his cock, Dean remembers the opposite. Gorgeous, thick lips, a wide mouth, swallowing every inch.
And then Cas cried which, you know, terrified Dean so now he doesn't want to do it, so. You know. ]
[ cas draws his tongue across his bottom lip. for him, it's still a fond memory. honestly, dean took his emotional outburst far worse than he did. so the whole mess ended up being one of their most awkward couplings, but for all that that's true, it was remarkably intense. and, for that reason, amazing. ]
You know, Dean, I wasn't certain I would be able to feel lust like this as an angel. But you... [ he sighs out a soft sound, a near-breathless laugh. ] You make me want so much.
[ It's something they'll need to talk about, for sure. Dean is understandably wary, because he's pretty convinced he wrecked Cas and inadvertently caused some trauma. ]
Tell me what you want, sweetheart. [ Please, by all means, tell him the dirty shit you want him to do to you. He's here, he's listening, open and receptive. ]
[ his lips press together— he knows what that maybe is about, but he doesn't want to get into it now. for once he'll take the tactful option and consider what, exactly, he would like to tell dean he wants to do to him. there are a lot of fantasies rattling around in his head, most of them new inventions beginning with the day after they slept together, that evening when he realized it wasn't all going to fall apart the moment he loosened his grip.
he parts his lips, poking his tongue into his cheek as his gaze goes distant. the sound of his hand working, his belt jingling with the movement of his wrist, slows. it isn't a new fantasy, actually, that he comes up with. ]
I want... Ah... I want you to have me in your car. I'll sit in the passenger seat, and you'll reach across and touch between my legs...
Yeah? You wanna desecrate Baby with me? I like it.
[ He shifts himself, the motel bed uncomfortable and squeaky, Sam out and doing...whatever research it is he needs to do. Something about looking in a library that Dean didn't care about, because his interests lay halfway across the continent. ]
I'll reach between your legs, unto that belt and zipper, take your cock in my hand...what else, tell me, Cas.
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lol no, cas. no i dont. though i guess i've seen some in porn, but really i only give a fuck what you think
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[ you asked for it so he's gonna be a little dirty slut about it. enjoy a fifteen second video of him jacking himself off, cause aaayy ]
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[ he's definitely got one hand down his pants as he types this. auto-correct is the only reason he's comprehensible. ]
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[ but he secretly likes it. and because he likes it, Cas gets rewarded with another one. ]
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[ he sends it before finishing and stops to watch the video. ]
Call me. I want to hear you.
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but it's still obvious he was doing something. his breathing heavy, his cheeks flushed, his pupils blown wide. a smile creeps across his face. ]
Hello, Dean.
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Hey, Cas. You always answer the phone looking that delicious, or am I just special?
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[ like with the video thing and... otherwise.
y'know. with his hand down his pants. he shifts a little, and the camera moves with him, but it remains trained on his face. ]
Are you still touching yourself?
porn on tfln
[ Yeah, same tbh. Dean's licking his lips, staring at Cas in the little screen, nodding. ]
Yeah. Sure am. Thinkin' about you.
are you kidding what else is tfln for
[ he isn't great at "dirty talk", but he can at least get dean to talk to him. as he settles back, his eyelids fluttering, he shifts again. the view dean is given doesn't give dean a lot to work with besides the play of expressions across cas' face, but cas just so happens to be holding the phone close enough to where his hand is sliipped beneath the waistband of his pants that the rustle of fabric when he moves his hand isn't subtle at all. ]
nothing, obviously
[ Oh, the things he'd do if you happened to be near, God... ]
You're so gorgeous. What're you thinkin' about when you touch yourself? How good it feels to have me inside you?
damn straight
[ he gives a shuddering sigh, his clothes rustling a little more loudly as he switches to longer, slower strokes. after a few moments of this, he pauses his rhythm and then there's a sound, the slide of leather against leather, a belt being unfastened, and a zipper being pulled down following. he sighs when he, presumably, gets his hand back on his cock. ]
When you get home, I want... I want you.
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[ Man, This is hot as hell...
But what's really getting Dean going is Cas' reactions to his words, the way he rustles around, the sound of his hand against fabric, the zipper being dragged. ]
Anytime, sweetheart. You know that, don't you? You just gotta snap your fingers and we'll go to poundtown.
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[ at least he didn't say beautiful? but he's right, either way. dean has plush, pink, perfectly shaped lips, and the way they look stretched around the shaft of his cock drives him crazy. he finds himself staring down, and although the little video screen doesn't nearly do dean justice, it's enough to deepen the flush on his face, make his hand work quicker. ]
Any time? What if I want you all the time?
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[ They're perfect, and just like Cas remembers how it felt to have Dean's mouth around his cock, Dean remembers the opposite. Gorgeous, thick lips, a wide mouth, swallowing every inch.
And then Cas cried which, you know, terrified Dean so now he doesn't want to do it, so. You know. ]
Okay, within reason.
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[ cas draws his tongue across his bottom lip. for him, it's still a fond memory. honestly, dean took his emotional outburst far worse than he did. so the whole mess ended up being one of their most awkward couplings, but for all that that's true, it was remarkably intense. and, for that reason, amazing. ]
You know, Dean, I wasn't certain I would be able to feel lust like this as an angel. But you... [ he sighs out a soft sound, a near-breathless laugh. ] You make me want so much.
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[ It's something they'll need to talk about, for sure. Dean is understandably wary, because he's pretty convinced he wrecked Cas and inadvertently caused some trauma. ]
Tell me what you want, sweetheart. [ Please, by all means, tell him the dirty shit you want him to do to you. He's here, he's listening, open and receptive. ]
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he parts his lips, poking his tongue into his cheek as his gaze goes distant. the sound of his hand working, his belt jingling with the movement of his wrist, slows. it isn't a new fantasy, actually, that he comes up with. ]
I want... Ah... I want you to have me in your car. I'll sit in the passenger seat, and you'll reach across and touch between my legs...
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[ He shifts himself, the motel bed uncomfortable and squeaky, Sam out and doing...whatever research it is he needs to do. Something about looking in a library that Dean didn't care about, because his interests lay halfway across the continent. ]
I'll reach between your legs, unto that belt and zipper, take your cock in my hand...what else, tell me, Cas.
might as well move this now