Before the angel's head caught up with his body, he was already rolling his hips. The delicious sensation of Dean pressed against him was a new found intoxication that left them both with racing hearts. Dean was pleasantly surprised when Cas started responding this way, and maybe a little more aroused of it then he should be over a man. However, his body begged to respond, seemingly not caring that it's target was a man. He nipped at the angel's neck with short pecks, sneaking his hands beneath the big trench coat and running them up Castiel's naked back. His skin was warm and addictive. Cas hadn't been expecting Dean on his neck, and whimpered unintentionally as he turned his head to give the hunter more access, more on basic instinct then strategy. When Cas's hip movements slowed, Dean took the initiative, pulling him by the knees, "Lock your ankles behind me." he ordered.

The angel complied, his arms clinging desperately to Dean's back, head tucked in the crevice of his neck. Dean stood, supporting Castiel under his thigh and making way to his room. He was painfully hard, trying to walk carefully so as not to drop his partner. Cas was smiling. Most people wouldn't think smiling was a big deal, but for Dean to see this straight-faced-n-constipated angel to smile the way he did, made his heart skip. Hell, the last time Cas had smiled was when his vessel had been introduced to hamburgers. Castiel, was smiling because his mind had kicked into play, staring at the hunter's neck and deciding how to go about it. He shifted a hand from Dean's back, pulling the savory neck closer before nibbling lightly, experimentally. When Dean reacted, Castiel was tremendously pleased. Dean picked up his walking pace, dying to make it to the damn bed already, "You'd better cut that out, I'll end up dropping you!" he warned, "God damn tease..."

Castiel pulled away, giving Dean a worried look, "Did I do it wrong?"

He looked like a lost puppy, "N-no... It was really good. It's just distracting."

"Is distracting bad?"

God... it wasn't fair that this guy was so innocent, his little virgin mind with his adorable virgin questions was driving Dean crazy. He swore over Castiel's blue eyes before planting a soft kiss on the angel's lips. He was starting to think he'd come before they even reached the bedroom, "This place just needs shorter hallways." he replied, irritated.

Finally, they reached the end of the hall, Dean kicking his door open with excitement. The kissing restarted before they reached the bed, Cas moaning seductively into the hunter's mouth. Dean lopped his knee onto the edge of the bed, crawling forward as he lowered the angel onto his back, taking place between his legs. The trench coat was first to fly behind them, finding place on the floor before other discarded clothes joined. Dean waited before pulling off the angel's trousers, savoring the sight of a blushing, shirtless angel. Cas pulled his hand up to cover himself, "Don't stare. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Dean towered over the angel, grinning, "Why is that?" he cooed, leaning down slightly in seek of more neck.

"I-I don't know..." he whimpered.

Dean spoke into his partner's neck, "As adorable as it is, I need to move them out of my way."

"Your-?"

Dean took firm hold of Castiel's wrists, lifting them up above his head. He locked them against the bed sheets before retiring to the angel's lips once more. Satisfied, he started on a nipple, boiling over with pleasure when Castiel arched to meet his mouth. More delicious whining noises were rewarded for his hard work. The hunter shifted both wrists into one powerful grip, his other hand snaking it's way down the side of Cas's naked body, pushing down the unwanted pants. Dean smiled when he noticed his angel writhing beneath him, those seductive hips rolling all on their own.

He quickly climbed out of his jeans, frustrated things were progressing so slow. Not that they really were, but... his erection ached, begging for attention. He shouldn't rush this... Cas was a virgin after all, but... the way he was looking up at Dean, innocently, head cocked to one side, cheeks a rosy red, arms trapped above his head as his legs twisted about in petty attempt to hide his nakedness... well, it would drive any man insane. He was giving into it gladly. Dean returned to the plush lips, proud of how swollen the already were thanks to him. He drew back with a sudden snap, grinning maliciously before continuing his endeavors.

Castiel tried not to cry out when his erection was grasped, but failed miserably. He was starting to get the impression Dean loved his noises, but that thought only made him more embarrassed then he already was. He'd never actually been this naked by himself, let alone with someone else over him. However, Castiel was happy it was Dean. He'd admired Dean for the longest time, his bravery, his caring heart. There was a reason he'd been pulled from hell. Castiel's eyes searched, looking for the scar, his imprint on Dean's arm. After finding it, he tried to grasp it, only then remembering his bonds. This hunter was giving Cas sensations in places he didn't know could create them. His rolled his head back, his breathing chopped and unnatural as the hand's pace quickened.

Dean was holding back with every ounce of self-control he could muster. His angel was... his angel? Dean's head trailed off into other thoughts as he looked at the man beneath him. His angel? He was called back to attention when his hand became warm and wet. Castiel's cheeks were the reddest he'd ever seen, nearly gasping as he looked at Dean with lidded eyes. Dean smiled to himself before rolling to the side. Cas was already worn out, he didn't want to push it. It was only a brief moment before he felt warmth against his side. Cas had snuggled into him. Dean wrapped a protective arm around the angel before ghosting a soft kiss over his forehead. My angel.