"Dean, Dean, Dean" repeat like a prayer between hitched breathes. Dean loves the power high when heaven's warrior thrashes and writhes for him, drunk off pleasure. Cas shudders, involuntary sounds of need and want leaving his throat as he rocks back against Dean as best he can. The ropes binding his wrists to the headboard hold tight, but they both know it's more than rope holding Cas captive. When Cas breaks apart, Dean puts him back together, rearranging the pieces in his own image.
This one was from my Arabic notebook!
