From the corner of his sight, Dean saw Cas' black wings snap out, then fold around them. It was so reminiscent of their time in Heaven, that Dean wasn't even surprised to see sandy feathers mingle with the black. He moaned. This all felt so good. Pressing Cas down onto the bed, he stradled the angel's hips. Cas' blue eyes fluttered shut and a blush covered his cheeks. "Dean..." he moaned, his hands running up Dean's sides. The sound of his name in that gravelly voice shot straight past the ears and into his gut. He pressed his mouth on Cas' again, this time harder, more desperate. Cas gasped against his lips and Dean took full advantage of it. He slipped his tongue past those pink lips and licked into the angel's mouth. The soft moan that sounded deep in Cas' throat, reverberated over Dean's tongue and his mind went to static. His hands pawed at the trenchcoat, while his tongue kept slipping in and out of Cas' mouth. Cas slipped off the coat and Dean's as well. 'Oh.. oh god! He is just as into it as I am...' Dean blindly took care of the tie, idly noting that he didn't want it out of reach, and his hands went to work on the shirt buttons. He'd just popped the second one, when a slender hand lightly landed on his. "Dean..." He pulled back a bit. Cas was looking at him, a sincere look. "Aren't we comfortable enough yet?" He tilted his head in curious wonder, and Dean had to swallow hard. His hands had run through the dark hair, making it ruffled and definitely sexy. That, combined with the wide eyed, innocent look, the flushed cheeks and the spit slick, slightly puffed lips, made Cas into sex personified. Dean huffed out a laugh. "We could be so much more comfortable, angel..." he rasped out, his heart pounding. They had never gone beyond kissing back...home? It didn't feel like home, and Dean cussed out his brain for wanting to go there now, of all times. Come to think of it, Cas was probably still a virgin, and Holy Hell if that didn't fan his flames. He sat up, hand still pinned under Cas' slender fingers. "Cas..." Cas smiled. "I like when you say my name like that. I get all warm..." Dean tried to swallow a bonedry throat. His mind went blank, which was probably why his mouth ran off. "Cas, I want you... I need you. I want to have sex with you, so bad."

Cas noted how Dean's wings popped out as he pushed Cas back on the bed, and he was happy about it. He had missed them. He wanted to run his fingers through the plumage, like he used to, but he wasn't sure Dean would approve. Then Dean sat on top of him, those wings spread wide in a show of dominance, and his vessel's heart started thumping wildly. "Dean..." His hands seemed to have a will of their own, and slid up Dean's sides towards those beautiful wings, when suddenly, Dean pressed even closer and did that wonderful thing with his tongue in Cas' mouth again. Cas couldn't stop the moan if he'd wanted to. Dean ran his hands through Cas' hair and Cas was torn between letting the kissing continue just so, or tilting his head back into those strong hands. This way of kissing made him lose quite a few of his cognitive abilities. He vaguely noticed Dean trying to get the trenchcoat off. 'What a smart man he is... we will be more comfortable without our coats.' Not sure why Dean had trouble removing the clothing, he did it himself, and handled Dean's coat in the same go. Dean hummed softly against his mouth, and those tanned, scarred fingers slipped off the tie too. Cas appreciated it. He knew it was proper clothing, and pretty unconspicuous, but he never liked wearing it. His thoughts ground to a halt when Dean popped open a button on his white dress shirt. The thumping of his heart sounded loud in his ears. Another button got opened and curiousity overruled the tight feeling in his gut. He put his hand over the Hunter's strong fingers, ignoring the thrill that swept though him at the touch. The warmth that radiated from those veridian eyes, made Cas almost regret asking anything. The loving way Dean said 'angel' in that gruff voice... Cas felt his heart swell. He could feel Dean's eyes sweep over his body, and... wasn't it curious that he didn't think of it as a vessel anymore? Dean's gruff voice, rasping out his name, pulled him out of those thoughts. Warmth pooled in him at the sound, and he commented on that. Dean's eyes glazed over and his lips, a bit puffed but all the more desirable to kiss, parted slightly. "Cas, I want you... I need you. I want to have sex with you, so bad." Cas felt his cheeks burn and his heart stutter. All he could do was punch out a surprised: "Oh..."

Dean cussed himself out. 'Of course.. That's just how you handle a virgin. Blurt out that you want to fuck them...' He regrouped and forced his hands to stay still on the angel's chest. "O..of course, if you don't wanna, I can..." Yeah, he could, but he didn't want to. Cas blinked a few times, and Dean was about to get off him and have some personal time in the shower, when Cas licked his lips slowly and let go of his hand. "I... I never thought about it, Dean... but... if you don't mind, I would like to try." Heat rushed through Dean, lighting his cheeks and probably his ears and neck too. 'Oh god!' His mind went on strike again and he just stared at the angel beneath him, spread out, wings stretched to the sides, Grace tinting pink along the edge. Cas frowned a bit, uncertainty colouring his voice. "Dean? If... if you don't want to continue..." That jumpstarted his brain. 'Hell no! Not letting this slip away!' He smiled and cupped Cas' cheek. "I do want to go on, angel... I do. I'll be gentle." Cas covered his hand again, leaning his head into the touch. "Good. I want you to go on too... but Dean..." His deep blue eyes locked onto Dean's. "Don't hold back... I liked what you were doing before." Smiling, Dean leant in, never breaking the eyecontact. "I can do that..." Cas parted his lips, anticipating a kiss, but Dean bypassed his mouth and whispered into the angel's ear. "You look so beautiful, Cas. And you're all mine..." Cas gasped, wings twitching beneath them. "I'm gonna mark you up, angel. Show every one I'm the only one who gets to see you like this." Cas started to breathe heavily, his eyes losing focus, and Dean ran his nose over Cas' jaw, giving kitten licks along his jawline. Cas seemed frozen, except for his ragged breathing and twitching wings. Dean smirked against the soft skin and kissed along that slender neck. "Do you mind if I put my mark... here?" He kissed just sly of Cas' adamsapple. The soft keen that escaped Cas, vibrated against Dean's lips. "Guess not..." He let his tongue wet the spot before pressing his lips on it again, making Cas gasp. Ignoring everything else, Dean sucked and nibbled and licked his mark on Cas. Cas started writhing, moaning, gasping and keening. "D... Dean!" Dean pulled off, eyeing his work with a satisfied smirk. One last kitten lick and he sat up. "Yes?" Cas' breathing was ragged and rasping, and Dean fucking loved it. "C.. can I... can I return the favour?"