Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Kisses
Word Count: 553
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Destiel
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warnings: m/m kissing
Summary: "There is nothing about you I don't love, Dean Winchester." Destiel, first in the Stolen Moments 'Verse.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.
Kisses
Dean sits on Castiel's lap, facing his lover. Castiel leans forward, brushing his lips against the hunter's. Dean fists his right hand in Cas' trench coat, his left hand sliding up to the back of the angel's head. Castiel pulls back briefly, leaning his head back when Dean tries to chase after his lips. Castiel's smile widens a bit at Dean's petulant pout. "I love you." The angel says, his voice gruff.
Dean tilts his head a bit to nose at Castiel's scruff covered jaw. He smiles and presses a kiss to his jaw, "I love you too." He murmurs in reply, his left hand playing with the hairs at the nape of Castiel's neck. He nuzzles the soft flesh of his lover's neck before pulling back, pressing his lips back to Castiel's mouth.
The angel hums softly in pleasure, his arms wrapping around Dean's back, thumbs tracing along the man's spine. The kiss deepens as Castiel parts his lips, letting his tongue out to slide across Dean's lips. Dean's mouth opens and Cas groans, their tongues twining briefly before Dean pulls back and rests his forehead against Cas'.
Dean smiles, looking happier than he has in several years. "You're gorgeous." Castiel breathes, his iridescent blue eyes tracing Dean's face. He reaches a hand up to cup the hunter's jaw almost reverently, a flicker of awe in his gaze. "So gorgeous, Dean." He mumbles, pressing kisses along Dean's face. His lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, and across his eye lids. Dean relaxes into Cas, chuckling lightly.
"You're not so bad to look at yourself." Dean replies.
"Not just your body," Cas says, one hand rubbing Dean's back, his other thumb stroking Dean's cheekbone. "Your body is just a piece of you Dean. But your soul, your heart, the way you love with everything." Castiel breathes out harshly, closing his eyes for a moment as if to compose himself, "There is nothing about you I don't love, Dean Winchester."
Dean shivers in the angel's arms, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable but so safe and protected, "Nothing?" He asks.
"Nothing." Castiel confirms, rubbing their noses together, his lips turned into a barely there smile. "You are everything to me."
Dean ducks his head, hiding his flush in Castiel's shoulder but the angel shakes his head and takes Dean's chin gently in his fingers, tipping his head back up. "Don't hide from me." He says.
"You can't just say stuff like that, Cas." Dean says with a blush.
"I can," Castiel smirks, "And I will, because it is true."
"Kiss me." Dean says.
Castiel nods and leans forward, pressing his lips against the hunter's. Dean's lips are pliant and soft beneath the angel's and Castiel groans softly, pulling Dean closer. They kiss until Dean is panting small huffs of breath against Castiel's mouth and both their lips are red and swollen.
Dean nuzzles Cas' neck, closing his eyes, "There's nothing about you that I don't love, either." He says.
Castiel holds Dean close as if shielding him from the world, "Nothing?" He says, pressing a kiss to Dean's head.
"Nothing." Dean breathes in reply.
End