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I'm not really sure where this came from, I was trying to write a chapter for another story when this just appeared and practically demanded to be written...
Hope you enjoy.
Hungry Eyes
Dean stared open mouthed as Cas bite into the piece of fruit he held, almost reverently in his left hand, the juice dripping down his pale fingers…watching someone eat fruit should not have been so sensual but with Cas it was, watching him enjoy something was completely mouth-wateringly fascinating, especially when the angels eyes flicked up to lock with his as he took another bite, teeth sinking in to the tender flesh of the peach, Dean resisted a groan at the sight, instead noticing Cas's grin, the damned angel knew exactly what he was doing.
He was simply transfixed as Cas continued eating, nibbling little pieces from around the hollowed section he'd just eaten, tongue flicking out it taste some of the sticky substance that covered the peaches skin and Dean had to bite his lip as the scent hit him, wrapping its self around his entire body, surrounding him in the universe that was simply Cas.
That fragrance that he'd first truly appreciated the night they'd gone to see some local rock band play in a small unknown section of the city they'd been in, it had overwhelmed him in the practically packed bar, pushing out the stale musky smell of sweaty bodies, split alcohol and even the whiff of pot he'd caught when walking past a group of middle aged professors by the amount of tweed they were all wearing, all of that was subdued by peaches invading him, grasping him and making him crave the scent, it didn't help that Cas was bouncing on his heels beside him in time to the beat of the angst riddled music that was thumping out of the speakers, occasionally looking up at him with a bright smile like just being there next to him was the best thing in the world, ever since that night he'd become obsessed with peaches, they reminded him of his angel, soft, sweet…and delectable.
He glanced back at the blue eyed angelic freaking angel, his Cas, looking thoroughly blissed out as he took the last bite, his eyes fluttering closed, the breathy intake of breath and the soft sigh slipping from his reddened lips…like he was coming instead of eating. (And Dean knew he was going straight to hell for thinking about Cas like that.)
But fuck if Cas looked like that when he was orgasmic it sure was a sight to behold-
Suddenly Cas's eyes were on him as his tongue flicked out and slowly, fucking painfully slowly, licked his lips and as hot as that was, it was his eyes, the knowing eyes, that were making Dean shift uncomfortably in his seat before he thought fuck it and leant across the gap that separated them, one hand fisting in Cas's dark green t-shirt and the other cupping the smaller mans jaw before he surged forward and planted his lips firmly against the angels, it was a little too rough for a first kiss, too demanding on Dean's part but the hunter keened as Castiel responded in kind with just as much pent up emotion, it was every sappy cliché, long and lingering, deep and warm, messy with that perfect edge that made it electric…that made it feel like freaking love, sex and magic all rolled into one mind blowing kiss.
When breathing became a small problem Cas pulled back an inch, murmuring breathlessly against Dean's ripe lips, "You taste like cherries."
Completely random but...I'm a simple slave to Cas/Dean.
Reviews welcome.
Zain-Azara.