So…nearly four months of silence. I'm alive! I've just been busy with my new job (getting out of my old one saved my headspace SO much) and I've been working on my own novel series! I just have to finish outlining two more books and then I can start writing and I actually think I'll finish this bit of original work :D

(And then my laptop crapped itself and I had to wait a month for a new one and didn't have access to Word, so there's that)

Mildly NSFW but sexy times don't actually happen, so your smol, (not so) innocent eyes are saved.

Thanks to Amy945, Skyla Andrews, Dragonsrule18, Samanthawolfe, masterjediratgrl31, DestielstarOfSupernaturalClan, monsterswagger, MeTheMagicalMuggle and Jawn Lennon Aid for your reviews :)

"Mr Winchester," Dean mused in a low voice, revelling in the feeling of warm, prickly skin under his tongue and lips. "Mr Castiel Winchester. I like the sound of that."

Cas' long, low moan reverberated through his throat and seemed to travel all the way from Dean's lips to down south.

"I also like the sound of that," Dean added with a small, sly grin. "And I plan on hearing that a lot more tonight."

He kissed his way down Cas' throat, slowly lowering himself into a crouching position as he did so, and by the time he began to unbutton Cas' crisp white shirt, the ex-angel was slumped against the wall and openly panting. Dean grinned to himself. It was so easy to rile up the guy, who hadn't been human for nearly as long as normal humans and so wasn't as accustomed to sensory overload, and he loved using it to his advantage every time. Just like their first time, when he'd had Cas up against the wall and then –

Dean shook his head to dispel the thought. Thinking about the first time he and Cas had had sex would just make him laugh, and he was trying to go for a sexy mood, not a funny mood. Once Cas started laughing, it was nearly impossible to get him to stop.

"Dean," Cas gasped, sucking in a large breath of air. With each button undone, Dean pressed kisses to the tanned skin revealed and with each kiss, Cas visibly lost more and more composure. This was always Dean's favourite part about the sex. It wasn't about getting off; it was about taking this normally stoic, emotionless angel and making him fall to pieces, then putting him back together all over again. And what really got to Dean was that only he had the privilege of seeing Cas like this. Only he got to see Cas this ruffled and flustered, and only he got to worship Cas' body and touch him like this.

Once Cas' shirt was hanging open, Dean grabbed handfuls of the shirt and suit jacket and heaved himself from his knees back to his feet.

"Wanna take this to the bed?"

The only answer he got was a sharp exhale. Cas' eyelids were fluttering and his mouth was hanging open and goddammit, Dean had never seen anything more beautiful in his life and if he could just have Cas like this all the time, he'd never be upset again.

"Gonna take that as a yes."

He trailed his hands down Cas' bare chest, pausing to flick his nipples and revel in the choked breath that Cas gulped in, and then he smoothed his hands down Cas' fabric-covered thighs and around to his ass. Cas jumped violently when Dean squeezed and Dean chuckled darkly before resting his hands just underneath Cas' ass.

"C'mon, sunshine."

Cas' arms snaked around Dean's neck and gripped tight and then Cas jumped, allowing Dean to hold on tight while he wrapped his legs around Dean's waist. Dean turned and began to stagger over to the bed – but, just his luck, something had to happen. And by something, he meant doing the one thing that you should never do when trying to sexily carry someone: trip over. Of course their bags had to be in the way. And of course Dean had to stumble that way, out of every other direction he could have gone.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean shouted when he found himself toppling back. He lost his grip on Cas in an instinctive bid to break his own fall, but he hadn't counted on still having a man on top of him when he fell. Cas' weight landed on his chest, wrenching his arms out from under him and causing him to bang his head on the polished wooden floor, and all he could do for a minute after that was lie there with his eyes squeezed shut and his body exploding with aching pain.

"Dean?" Cas said, his face buried in Dean's chest. Dean's stomach fluttered at the concern in his husband's voice (dammit, that one word was enough to turn him into a freaking girl). "Are you okay?"

Dean stretched out underneath Cas, groaning when his limbs twinged from the fall.

"Really startin' to think we're cursed," he complained. "Jesus Christ, everything seems to go wrong with us!"

Instead of letting his arms fall back to the floor, he draped them loosely around Cas and closed his eyes, trying to calm down enough to get back in the mood. But then they hit another hurdle, in the form of Cas' body shaking.

"Cas?" Dean said immediately. "You okay? Did I hurt you? Shit, I'm sorry –"

His sentence was cut off by Cas raising his head and crushing their lips together. Dean let out a startled squawk, which was swallowed by Cas' mouth as the ex-angel crawled further up his body to deepen the kiss, and all Dean could do was close his eyes and lose himself in the sensation of plump, chapped lips working against his own lips.

"The hell?" he croaked when Cas pulled away for air. Cas stared right at him, his pupils blown wide and his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"I'm afraid that I might laugh," Cas said hoarsely. "And if I do, I will utterly ruin the mood. I'm trying to stop myself by kissing you until you are back in the mood for sex."

Dean's eyes flickered down to Cas' parted lips.

"Yeah…" he said. His tongue darted out to lick his own lips, Cas' eyes zeroing in on this action. "Yeah, I don't think I mind that."