The posessive tone in Dean's voice had tingles shoot through Cas, and he couldn't think clearly anymore. His vision blurred when Dean muttered about marking him. Cas was unsure how that would work, but the idea made his breathing falter. The slide of Dean's nose along his jaw and the quick, wet flicks of tongue on the soft flesh of his throat only had it get more ragged. He could feel his wings tug beneath him. He wanted to spread them fully, give Dean acces to them fully, but his weight kept them half folded. The press of Dean's lips to his throat distracted him from his wings. Right there... it made his heart stutter, thinking Dean would mark him in such an obvious place, and he made a noise deep down. The lick and following kiss took his breath away and warm jolts shot through his whole body, while Dean kissed, and sucked and Cas felt his mind blank out when he felt teeth scrape. He didn't even register that he had spoken, until Dean pulled off and sat up. The want, no the need to do the same to Dean, burned in his stomach. The punched out little noise Dean made at his question only made it stronger. "Fuck, yes. Cas. I'd love it." Dean flipped them over and bared his neck. Cas swallowed at such a blatant display of submission, but the need to kiss it, mark it as his own burned deep and Cas moved like lightning. He pressed his lips on that lean stretch of skin and muscle, and felt his wings rise up and out in a show of dominance. Dean's breath hitched and he shuddered softly. "Fuck, Cas... your wings... I knew it. They are amazing." His own wings folded to his body and Cas growled. "Mmmm. Mine... Dean...my hunter." Dean gasped, punching out a strangled "Yes. I'm yours, Cas." Cas emulated Dean and kissed, then sucked and bit, while Dean gasped and moaned beneath him. It made fire run trough Cas' veins to see Dean, his prescious hunter, his Diniël, so submissive and eager. His sandy wings rustled, but stayed down.
Cas was suddenly grabbed by the want, the need to see Dean without clothes. He pulled back, noticing Dean's glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. His Grace was ringed by the same pink tinge and Cas thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful. "Cas? What's wrong?" Dean asked, his cheeks still rosy, but his eyes clear and concerned. "D...Dean... please... I need... off." His brain supplied the need, the want, but the words got lost somehow. Dean smiled and swiftly those beautiful, strong hands popped open the rest of the buttons on Cas' shirt. Cas just sat there, trying to regain a modicum of calm, but when those hands slid under the shirt and pulled up the white T-shirt, he arched his back, pressing his body against those warm hands. "Mmmm. Like that, huh angel? A little skin-on-skin." Dean's voice was low and sultry. Cas nodded, looking down on him. "You... off... need to..." Somehow his speach still wasn't working, but Dean smirked slyly and slowly pulled his black undershirt up by the hem. The tan strip of belly grew teasingly slow, and Cas couldn't stop staring at it. It became a full belly, then ribs joined, and pects and the stark black of a tattoo. Cas couldn't stop his hand. Trembling slightly, it touched the dark lines, just with the tips of his fingers. Dean rose slightly and pulled off his shirts. He was gorgeous. Cas' eyes found the purpleish bruise on Dean's neck and he gasped. "Did I do that?"
"Did I do that?" Dean smirked. "Sure did, angel, sure did." The slender hand that had been lying on his chest, so enticingly close to his nipple, got pressed against the chapped lips. "No. Did... did I hurt you?" Cas actually sounded shocked and guilty. Dean pulled him down and pressed a sweet kiss on his lips. "No, Cas. Did I hurt you, making my mark?" Cas shook his head slightly. "Not really. The pleassure was far greater." Those blue eyes still looked spooked though. "I would never hurt you, Dean... my love." Dean gulped, trying to keep his eyes from tearing up. He roughly pulled Cas flush to his chest. "I know you wouldn't, Cas. It's ok. This hurt was a good kind." Cas hummed and relaxed in his embrace. "My sweet, innocent angel." Dean murmured in his hair, pressing a kiss to his temple. Cas' dark wings folded over them like a blanket and Dean sighed. He didn't even mind that the mood had changed so quickly. He was so screwed. But he loved it. He loved every minute he spent with this beautiful creature. His angel, his Cas, his... love? The thought should scare the living daylights out of him, but it actually made him smile. Yes... "My love." Cas sighed and burrowed down in his arms.