Dean was magnificent. As Castiel ran his hand on his boyfriend's freckled skin, he was filled with wonder. Given his money and place in society, Cas had been quite sought after, and by very attractive people at that, but none had looked that damningly gorgeous. The slightest move of his hips made Cas want with his whole being. And here was Dean, naked and spread on the bed, ready for whatever Castiel wanted to do. He must have taken the wrong turn when going to the coffee-place and instead, stepped right into Heaven.

Dean wasn't passive either, something else he didn't share with Cas' past sexual partners. He kept trying to sit up and kiss him, which Castiel allowed, before pushing him gently back and continuing his exploration, among which : how to make Dean shiver, how to make him moan and how to make him giggle uncontrollably. The latter proved a great distraction for a minute, until seeing Dean laugh became too arousing. He decided to go down to business.

Once again, he took his time, trying to attune to Dean's needs, avid for every reaction he could coax from Dean's mouth, letting his hands map out what he was lusting after. Strangely, the bolder his touch got, the more vulnerable Dean's eyes became. He was shaking and for a very worrying moment, Castiel wondered if Dean was a virgin. He brushed the concern off, but still spoke up:

"Am I doing it right? You don't look comfortable."

Dean gulped and breathed with difficulty, but shook his head:

"It's okay, go on..."

Castiel did, treading more carefully. He started stroking slowly and Dean let out a sob.

"Dean, I beg you, tell me what's going on?"

"Fuck, Cas! Don't stop! I swear, it's good."

"Why do you look like you're crying then?"

Dean closed his eyes and mumbled something like:

"Too much... feelings... never like that before..."

He opened his eyes again and gazed at Cas with such an intensity, that he understood. His own chest constricted he stopped his ministrations.

He lied down next to Dean and whispered:

"You can touch me too, if you want. I'd like that very much."

Dean did, and proved to Castiel that he was certainly trained in the sexual area. They rolled on the bed, focused and breathless, any playfulness left behind, because this was serious. Castiel knew that, after that night, he would forever be changed.

Dean came right after him, Castiel being back enough from his high to witness Dean's even more vulnerable face. He loved it. He wanted to see it every single night. And in order to do so, he would have to go into serious negotiations.

Thankfully, he was excellent at negotiating. But he would wait a little. Right now, cuddling under the comforter while staring stupidly at each other was a better option.

He didn't choose to stay over, it just happened. When he woke up, sunlight was pouring in, displaying Dean's form in all it's muscled glory. Castiel took the sight in, replaying the night for his groggy mind, which reminded him he needed to do some convincing.

"Dean..."

"Mmmm..."

"Dean, it's nearly noon."

"What?"

Dean sat on the bed, dislodging the sheets, which made Cas' mouth water. He watched him rummage around to find his cell, then open big, anxious eyes:

"I'm supposed to be at the shop in half an hour."

They ran around, until both were clothed and looked vaguely presentable - Castiel's tie was askew, so Dean fixed it quickly, then stole a kiss. Castiel seized the moment to ask:

"When can I see you again?"

"Anytime you want sweetheart. I'm all yours."

Cas smiled but insisted:

"I was thinking tonight...?"

Dean frowned, catching his keys and pushing Castiel out of the door, to let him lock it.

"So soon? Don't you have some rich guy's things to do this weekend? Hobnob your way through cocktails and operas and whatnot?"

Castiel laughed out loud:

"If I did, I would invite you as my date. As it happens, I have no other plans than spending time in your wonderful company. Do you have pressing matters to attend to? Or maybe family members to reconnect with?"

They were rushing to the elevator, now, hands clasped together and Castiel never wanted to let go.

"Nope, but my shift ends at 9. So, if you're still willing to come after that?"

"Or, we could meet at my place. I don't have a TV set but I would love to take time to talk and get to know each other."

Dean chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips:

"You're such a dork, Cas."

But he was smiling as he said so. Castiel ruled at negotiating.