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spn ficlet: slow
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Castiel/Dean | adult | ~350 words
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The bed creaks. Cas shifts closer, pushing in between Dean's legs; he brushes his hand over Dean's knee, runs it up the inside of Dean's thigh. Dean makes a noise in the back of his throat, soft and rough and once, and his fingers twist in the sheet, pulling it taut. He tips his head back on the pillow, his jaw working as he swallows, as he sucks in another breath.
"Christ."
"Be still," Cas says quietly, his lips moving against Dean's skin. He presses a kiss to the base of Dean's dick, then drags his mouth up the length of it, slow and wet. Dean shifts beneath him, restless, always restless, his back arching and his foot rubbing against Cas' side; Cas skims his hands up to Dean's hips, pinning him to the bed as he sucks Dean's dick into his mouth.
Dean makes another noise, throaty and low, a moan that digs at something hidden underneath Cas' skin, and Cas sucks him harder and faster, wanting to hear it again and again and again. He curls his tongue over the head, teases it over the slit, hollowing his cheeks as he ducks back down, as Dean's dick nudges the back of his throat. He slides his hands up to Dean's belly, his fingers splayed wide, his thumbs touching just below Dean's navel. The angle is awkward, but if he drops his shoulders a little he can just look up Dean's body, see the uneven rise and fall of his chest, the long line of his throat, the way he is watching Cas through half-closed eyes.
The bed creaks again. Dean knots his hand in Cas' hair, tugging slightly, his hips working as he tries to thrust, and Cas leans into him, holding one hand on Dean's belly, wrapping the other around the base of Dean's dick, stroking up to meet his mouth.
"Fuck, Cas."
Dean's thighs start to shake. His toes curl into the sheets, and Cas takes him in as far as he can, heat coiling in his belly at the sounds Dean makes when he comes.
Castiel/Dean | adult | ~350 words
Entirely
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The bed creaks. Cas shifts closer, pushing in between Dean's legs; he brushes his hand over Dean's knee, runs it up the inside of Dean's thigh. Dean makes a noise in the back of his throat, soft and rough and once, and his fingers twist in the sheet, pulling it taut. He tips his head back on the pillow, his jaw working as he swallows, as he sucks in another breath.
"Christ."
"Be still," Cas says quietly, his lips moving against Dean's skin. He presses a kiss to the base of Dean's dick, then drags his mouth up the length of it, slow and wet. Dean shifts beneath him, restless, always restless, his back arching and his foot rubbing against Cas' side; Cas skims his hands up to Dean's hips, pinning him to the bed as he sucks Dean's dick into his mouth.
Dean makes another noise, throaty and low, a moan that digs at something hidden underneath Cas' skin, and Cas sucks him harder and faster, wanting to hear it again and again and again. He curls his tongue over the head, teases it over the slit, hollowing his cheeks as he ducks back down, as Dean's dick nudges the back of his throat. He slides his hands up to Dean's belly, his fingers splayed wide, his thumbs touching just below Dean's navel. The angle is awkward, but if he drops his shoulders a little he can just look up Dean's body, see the uneven rise and fall of his chest, the long line of his throat, the way he is watching Cas through half-closed eyes.
The bed creaks again. Dean knots his hand in Cas' hair, tugging slightly, his hips working as he tries to thrust, and Cas leans into him, holding one hand on Dean's belly, wrapping the other around the base of Dean's dick, stroking up to meet his mouth.
"Fuck, Cas."
Dean's thighs start to shake. His toes curl into the sheets, and Cas takes him in as far as he can, heat coiling in his belly at the sounds Dean makes when he comes.