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And hold on to your toupees… as things heat up and Dean realizes the obvious.
Dean dragged himself up through a safe, sleepy haze. He didn't know words to express the contentment he felt, waking with Cas pasted to his back. He could feel the warm stroke of Cas' hand up and down his spine, Cas' lips. Cas ran his hand once more down Dean's back so smooth and strong, slid it under Dean's arm and around his waist, his fingers feeling each breath. He pressed his lips against Dean's shoulder for a few moments, mapping Dean with his lips. His hand slid lower, under Dean's shorts; hot, tender flesh nestled in Cas' eager palm. Dean pressed back against Cas, saying with actions and quickly-exhaled breaths what he was unwilling to say out loud. He couldn't ignore Castiel's erection, nestled hotly against his buttocks. He couldn't remember how to live without this.
"You're snuggling." Cas sounded amused, his arms wrapped around Dean, one hand pressing warm on Dean's belly, the other toying with him slowly.
"Cas, don't make me kill you." Dean didn't sound particularly threatening, murmuring half asleep from his eggnog-induced coma and Cas' careful attention.
Cas rested his lips against Dean's ear. "Better than you have tried," he whispered. Dean reached back, cupping a hand against the back of Cas' thigh. "Don't even joke about that."
Cas huffed a warm laugh against Dean's ear. Dean reached up and back a little and let Cas' bird-nest hair tickle against his hand. He adored that untameable hair. He turned his head and pulled Cas into a relaxed, open-mouthed kiss. Cas' eyes slipped closed and his cupped hand faltered as their tongues rolled together greedily. Dean twined his fingers with Cas' and encouraged him to keep a rhythm. He loved Cas' slim fingers. His body couldn't help responding to them. Like everything Dean associated with Cas, they were kind and firm and sure.
Cas was rubbing his own cock languidly against the cleft of Dean's ass, the warm fabric no impediment to his enjoyment. Cas never had a goal in mind. He just enjoyed each sensation for its own sake. Dean slowly stopped Cas' hand. It was good. Really good. But he wanted to see what was in Cas' eyes right now. What he was thinking, feeling. Dean rolled over and admired Cas, all relaxed and blissful. That's what he needed to see; Cas' eyes broadcasting ease and certainty. Cas rested his hands on Dean's hips and looked at him questioningly. Now that he could read Cas' eyes Dean pulled him close and pressed their mouths tightly together again. Their lips made a wet, lush noise as they tried to find their pace. Cas smiled drowsily and softly touched his forehead to Dean's. Dean wondered how he had managed to hold onto someone who was so honest and open. Probably because Cas was also tough and supremely tenacious.
Dean didn't know how he had ever earned the kind of loyalty and unreserved love Cas chose to give him. Maybe he hadn't earned this funny, generous, gorgeous guy. Maybe he was just lucky to have scored the ex-angel with the bad-boy kink. So freaking lucky. He was thankful that words weren't really necessary. They had never been Dean's forte. Their eyes and the way they touched said everything they needed to know.
Cas could see Dean's eyes, become momentarily contaminated with self-doubt, a doubt that only ever surfaced when they were intimate. Cas leaned into Dean, kissing him with serious purpose. His hands, moved momentarily to Dean's hips, smoothed firmly over Dean's ass, which yielded deliciously through the cotton under his squeezing fingertips. The fingers of Cas' hands slid down to rest comfortably in the soft crease under each buttock, fingers occasionally caressing the back of Dean's thighs, holding Dean close. Dean tried to slow the teasing twist of Cas' tongue, tried to get his own shallow breathing under control. His hand clenched involuntarily in Cas' thick hair. His other cupped the small of Cas' back. The roll of their hips began unconsciously to set the pace of their kisses. Dean's fingers moved to cup Cas' face and smeared sweat from Cas' temples through curls of dampened hair. Cas' uninhibited moaning and the odd soft grunts, were having a pronounced effect on Dean, who restrained himself to heavy breathing and the occasional breathless gasp. Cas drew his face away from Dean's hands to examine Dean's face. Dean's self-doubt had evaporated. He offered Cas a slow smile that was intoxicatingly arousing. Cas smiled contentedly in response, hands exploring Dean's chest, Dean's nipples brushing rough against his palms. Cas marvelled at how a brief touch on his palm could create a deep flourish of desire; as intensely wanted as Dean's doubt turning to trust. Dean looped a hand behind Cas' neck and pulled him close, dragging his lips over Cas' neck and cheek. He stopped to lick his lips and tasted salt. Cas gave a half-frustrated moan, grabbed Dean's face with both hands and mashed their mouths together ardently. Dean eagerly sucked Cas' lip into his mouth.
He released Cas' mouth and lay back on the bed, squirming out of his underwear, panting. Cas ran curious, gentle fingers down the underside of his cock and carefully cupped Dean's sac in his palm, fingers stroking softly once. Dean closed his eyes and tried not to lose it right there. He might have groaned. Loudly. From the depths of his soul.
He couldn't keep his hands from gliding over Cas' glistening skin; his hips, his ass, his back, his shoulders, his arms. So hot, so moist, so freely his. Cas slowly, and with absolute concentration, ran his hands up Dean's thighs, over his hips, his stomach, his chest, to his shoulders. Absorbed, Dean watched the steady progress of Cas' hands, his own hands curled around Cas' biceps. Dean looked up to find Cas watching him with affection. Cas tilted Dean's chin up with warm fingers and kissed him slowly and thoroughly, sucking on his tongue as he pulled away. He pressed his lips softly to Dean's forehead. He sat up with his eyes locked on Dean's and wriggled his underwear off.
Their eyes still bound to each other, Cas kneeled over Dean, ran his hands over the back of Dean's thighs and guided Dean's legs to wrap around him. He lowered himself onto Dean, keeping some of his body weight on his elbows. His arms framed Dean's head as he linked his hands together leaned down to kiss him deeply. Dean arched up, tightly wrapping his arms around Cas, and pulled their chests together. Cas quietly chuckled into the kiss. Dean groaned and disrupted the kiss long enough to press their damp foreheads together for a moment. He sighed as Cas began moving against him without a word. Perfect.
Dean arched his back again, trying to get the angle that would provide that deliriously pleasurable stroking sensation for both of them. Cas' hips rolled agonisingly slowly. Then Cas slid his hands underneath Dean to cup his buttocks, squeezing and holding him closer with each rolling thrust. Dean felt them slide against each other firmly each and every time. The whimper that escaped his throat was not a sound he ever thought he would hear himself utter. He couldn't regret it, once he saw the raw passion in Cas' eyes.
Dean was getting close. His breaths were becoming shorter, while the space when he held his breath became longer. His breathing was sounding ragged. And he'd made that sound. The one that made Cas shiver with need.
Dean still barely believed Cas was so eager, sexy and wanted him so much. How could he say no to that? Dean gave himself permission to accept everything Cas wanted to give him. He hadn't even realised he'd been holding back. His orgasm caught him by surprise. His body arched involuntarily for several seconds, his limbs clenching tightly around Cas. He made a choked sound, as he pulsed warm and slick over himself, surprising himself by laughing as he tried to catch his breath, because he felt so good. He'd never realised how easy it would be.
Cas' shuddered abruptly as Dean held onto him. Dean suddenly felt tender and incredibly protective of Cas, who was letting himself be so vulnerable to Dean, not just now, but always. He felt he hadn't given Cas enough, like he always wanted to give Cas more. He felt Cas' back muscles jerk as he spurted warmly between them, then another warm eruption as Cas jerked inelegantly again, gasping breathlessly and a third time before he collapsed bonelessly onto Dean with a long, deeply contented sigh. Dean stroked Cas' nape, wet with perspiration, and turned his head to kiss Cas' damp temple. Cas hummed as he tried to catch his breath.
Dean chuckled to himself. They hadn't even gotten to the 'main event'.
"We're good together," he whispered into Cas' damp hair. Cas' answer was a simple, breathless "Yes".