Five Senses part two : Taste.
Castiel closed his eyes against the flood of creamy cheesecake flooding across his tongue, loving the way the silky texture slipped down his throat, and the stronger, almost smoky flavour of the toffee sliding down with the cheese. His teeth crunched down upon the crispy, biscuity base, and moaned at the sensations flooding through him.
Although his vessel, Jimmy, had eaten cheesecake on many an occasion, the borrowed memories did not live up to the reality of the cheesecake itself. Castiel placed another forkful of cheesecake carefully into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, slowly, eyes closed, moans dropping from his lips as he swallowed.
He opened his eyes, blinking slowly against the harsh lights of the diner above him, as he licked slowly at the crumbs and remnants of sticky toffee littering his lips. Dean was watching him, green eyes seeming larger than usual in his head, as he watched the angel closely, gaze remaining fixed upon him long after he'd noticed Castiel staring back at him.
"Is that good?" Dean asked, gruffly, not bothering to drop his gaze, but still swallowing convulsively past the lust trapped in his throat.
"Hmm, very," Castiel replied, as he loaded another forkful into his mouth, before chewing slowly, deliberately, lips pushing out in a sensuous manner, as he continued to watch the effect it had on Dean.
Dean was watching him, eyes growing larger by the second, breathing growing harsher with every bite that Castiel took, sweat beading upon the hunter's brow the longer Castiel ate.
Castiel smirked slightly, slowing his eating even more, until Dean groaned loudly.
"I think it's time we left, Dean," Castiel observed, with an amused chuckle at the hunter's obvious turned on plight.
"I think it is, too," Dean said, almost overturning the table in his haste to stand.
Even though Dean dragged his coat closer around himself hiding himself from public view, Castiel still caught sight of the hunter's obvious erection bulging against the heavy fabric of his jeans. The angel smiled again, before taking his last bite of cheesecake, rising to follow Dean from the diner slowly.
He did not protest when Dean pushed him up against the wall outside, just closed his eyes against Dean's sudden urgent kiss, opening his mouth to the hunter's hungry onslaught and bracing his hands against the other man's hips.
Dean could taste the cheesecake still remaining on the angel's lips, which faded into insignificance against the taste of the angel himself - all purity and light, and something exclusive to Castiel himself, that was far sweeter than any cheesecake could match. He felt lucky in that one instant that Castiel was his ...