Hair mused; tie askew, the ice blue gaze of an angel staring hard at the man above him
Down on his knees, the object in his hand new to him, hard yet soft, a perfect fit for his large smooth hand.
"Rub"
The seraph looks mystified at what he holds in his palm, his narrowed glare flickering back to the green eyed male looming over him.
He starts gently at first, then increases his speed and friction, the eyelashes grazing over his cheeks fluttering as he concentrates.
Heavy satisfied sighs above him, he must be doing it right, even though it's his first time.
Soft smiles, a darting tongue flickering over the rough surface of his bottom lip. It's not so bad, nowhere near as bad as he thought it would be.
He finishes, rocks back upon his heels, the object falling from his grasp as he surveys his work.
"So shiny Dean"
"Yep, you shined my boots real good Cas"