Wrapped in heat, his bare skin is brushed by a damp breath.
His warmth, and his breath.
Castiel is all around and inside of him, he bathes him like the ocean and he feels the waves coming and going in him, ravaging him a little more at each pass.
He feels the rising tide and the oxygen he lacks, his eyes closing and his heels stuck in the hollow of his back.
He hears the soothing rhythm of his words that continuously flow into his ears, his lips languorously dragging on the lobe that he then catches between his teeth.
He rises to the surface and opens his mouth wide to breathe, only to be swept away by the changing current of his pace, a pleasure so deep he sinks like a stone.
He sighs his name, trembling with all his body, and he answers in a growl, which turns into a lascivious praise.
He can't move.
Stretched out like a starfish, he allows himself to be carried away in a total abandon so liberating that tears escape from his closed eyelids, rolling on his temples covered with salt water.
He sways on the brink of ecstasy. He begs him to release him, to complete the drowning, and he willingly obliges.
A devastating flood hits him in full force as he chokes in a cry. He continues to rock him throughout the storm, until the sea rejects his wreck on the beach.
Finally, he lies at his side, takes his hands in his and leaves a devout kiss on them.
Dean is still floating.
I have no idea what this is but I love the sea and metaphors so it just… happened.
((The italics are to differentiate between Dean and Cas))