Cas wriggled and whimpered in Dean's hold. The pain was still there like the first time, but he didn't mind that much. The feeling of being in Dean's arms was enough. Dean worked him hard, but lovingly, taking time to explore every inch of his body. He'd bite at the neck, sending shivers down Cas's sides. Dean drew Castiel's legs up to either side of his hips, filling him up with love and dirty pleasure. Cas loved running his hands through Dean's hair, soft and stained with the sweat of sex. The sweat that made their bodies glow in the moonlight, the sweat that beaded on his brow and dripped from Dean's muscles, accenting every crevice and bicep. The sight alone was enough to make him release without the held of Dean's hand and the pleasure that came whenever he slammed into his prostate. Yes, the pain was still there, but he didn't mind that much.
"Dean..," Cas moaned, clinging to the bed sheets.
Dean set his elbows on either side of Castiel's head, his hands playing with his hair as Dean placed a light kiss on his lover's forehead. "I was right."
"Right?" he questioned.
"Earlier today, when Sam wanted to join..." Dean smiled, "I knew I wouldn't like it."
"And why is that?" Castiel asked, a smug smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Dean's back.
"Because you're too erotic. I'd end up tearing my brother's arm off when he tried to touch you. The night would end with him just watching from a safe distance... and trying to jerk himself off with one hand..." The two chuckled.
"Promise you won't leave again in the morning?" Dean asked like a child.
"Promise." Cas replied as he snuggled into Dean's side, breath still ragged.
Falling asleep was amazing as well, every muscle was sore, but he was relaxed and comfortable. Their sweat had cooled and become sticky, but the sheet was just enough to warm them with the remaining heat from their bodies. Their close bodies, the ones that longed to be nowhere but with each other. It was more then Cas had ever hoped for. Dreamt even. It was heaven, and he felt like an angel. He was Dean angel, at least, according to Sam. The moonlight was just starting to fade by the time he finally slipped away. He wished the night wouldn't end. Tomorrow should never come. Today was too perfect.
When Casitel finally awoke he shifted under Dean, who was draped over him, protective arms shielding him from the outside world. He really did love it in Dean's arms, so warm and safe. Cas poked at his lover's cheek playfully in an attempt to wake him up. At first, Dean just swatted at his hand like it was a bug on his face or something. So he tried again, after about four pokes, Dean finally grabbed Cas's hand. "Hey... What's the big idea?"
"I uh... needed to pee. I can't get up like this."
"Mmmhm. A likely story." Dean smirked, pulling Cas a little closer, his playful nature kicking in.
"Busted?"
Dean smirked, "Oh yeah."
And that's when the lover's tickle fight began.
