Castiel sat up, turning to face Dean properly as he moved to kneel between Castiel's legs, his hands coming to rest on the tops of his thighs, the heat from his palms making Castiel's skin tingle.
"If you're not ok with any of this, you let me know... 'k Cas?" Dean said looking up at Castiel's face, searching for any sign hesitation in his eyes. He didn't want Castiel doing anything he didn't feel right with.
Castiel nodded in response, placing his hand on Dean's cheek and smiling softly. "I trust you, Dean," he said quietly, leaning forward and capturing Dean in a chaste kiss.
Dean put a hand on the back of Castiel's head, holding him still as he deepened the kiss, revelling in the noises Castiel made when he slowly slid his other hand up his thigh, his fingers ghosting along the edge of his dick.
Dean, encouraged by Castiel's positive responses, slipped his hand past the waistband of his pants, Castiel whimpered as Dean's hand enveloped his aching erection.
Dean hesitantly ran his hand up Castiel's length, feeling it throb and twitch. Cas was definitely into this, more so than Dean had anticipated. There was no stopping now, he figured.
"Keep going... Please..." Castiel whispered against Dean's lips, parting his legs to give Dean better access. He wasn't going to stop now, so long as Dean wasn't stopping. He had fantasized about this on the nights when he couldn't sleep.
"You feel so good, Cas..." Dean leaned forward, pressing hot kisses along Castiel's jaw and down his throat, nibbling here and there. Castiel whimpered and writhed under Dean's ministrations.
"Dean... You feel good, too..." Castiel panted, his heart feeling like it might beat out of his chest, he couldn't believe this was happening.
He felt silly for having a crush on his neighbor, especially at his age.
It seemed Dean felt similar, or none of this would even be possible. Castiel made a mental note to ask Dean a billion questions after this was all over with, but now he just wanted to enjoy it.
"Should we move upstairs?" Dean questioned sucking and licking a particularly sensitive spot below Castiel's ear, nipping at the soft skin. Castiel nodded his head, arching into Dean's touches.
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Dean led Castiel up the stairs and into his bedroom, the two of them a tangle of limbs, lips and teeth as they stumbled towards the bed.
Dean helped Castiel out of his sweatpants before lying him down on the bed, leaving his own shirt and pants on as he came to lie down beside Castiel.
"You look absolutely gorgeous, Cas..." Dean praised as he ran a hand along Castiel's chest, down over his stomach and stopping above his crotch, where Castiel's aching erection bobbed between his muscular thighs.
Castiel sucked in a shuddering breath as a path of goosebumps erupted in the wake of Dean's hand over his body, turning slightly to bury his face into the crook of Dean's neck. Dean kept his hand where it rested at the base of Castiel's dick.
"I'm gonna take this nice and slow... I don't want to overwhelm you, I can be a bit much sometimes," Dean announced bringing his hand up to cup Castiel's face, running his thumb over his bottom lip. Castiel parted his lips expectantly, moaning softly when Dean kissed him.
Castiel was feeling all sorts of emotions right now and part of him figured Dean could sense that, as eager as he was to be doing this he felt relieved that Dean wasn't going to rush anything.
"Just let me know if you want to stop," Dean instructed leaning back to smile at Castiel, letting his hand trail back down his chest and stomach, this time not stopping when he reached Castiel's erection. He curled his hand around the base, grinning when Castiel whimpered.
Dean began stroking Castiel's length, loving the solid feel and weight of it in his hand, marveling in the soft pants and moans coming from Castiel, his breathing becoming more shallow as Dean found a steady pace. He loved seeing Castiel's face flush with arousal.
"I can feel how close you are, but I don't want you to come just yet..." Dean spoke, hand stilling on his stroke down. He shifted down the bed so that he was now lying between Castiel's legs, caressing his thighs.
He looked up at Castiel, smiling when he nodded in response to the silent question on Dean's face. Castiel held his breath as he watched Dean.
Dean lowered his head, warm lips wrapping around the swollen head of Castiel's cock, stroking up the base to meet his mouth, bobbing his head in short gentle movements.
Castiel clutched at the sheets, his breathing coming out as shallow pants that turned into moans, chanting Dean's name over and over like a mantra.
Castiel started to buck his hips in shallow thrusts, his toes curling at the end of the bed. Dean knew he was close to coming. Castiel gave a breathless grunt as he came.
Dean sucked and licked Castiel through his climax, only pulling off him when Castiel relaxed into the mattress, his limbs and extremities going slack.
Dean licked Castiel clean, chuckling to himself when Castiel jerked or tried to move away from him, he was obviously oversensitive from coming so easily.
He moved up the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover them, shifting to lie down on Castiel's left and smiling when Castiel moved to curl against his side, draping his arm across his waist.
Dean pressed a kiss to Castiel's forehead as Castiel's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing becoming slow and rhythmic as he drifted to sleep. Dean soon fell asleep, holding Castiel to his chest.
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Castiel woke up to the feeling of something pressed against his back and a hardness settled into the cleft of his ass, he shifted to look over his shoulder to see Dean asleep with his arms wrapped around his waist.
"Dean?" Castiel spoke quietly, he wanted to wake him up but at the same time was enjoying his presence surrounding him under the covers, feeling himself begin to harden at the feeling of Dean pressed against his ass.
He shifted, wriggling his hips in an attempt to press closer to Dean's lower half, overwhelmed by a contented sense of arousal as the memory of last night came back to him.
He suddenly felt Dean moving his hips, thrusting slowly against his ass and buried his face into his pillow to suppress a moan.
"Mornin' sweetheart, feeling good?" Dean purred against the back of his neck, his husky voice sending a shiver down his back. He whimpered when Dean brought his hand down to wrap it around his painfully hard cock.
"Dean... Please..." Castiel mumbled, face still buried into his pillow. Dean stroked his length, teasing the tip with his thumb and forefinger, shifting to slide his own clothed erection between Castiel's thighs.
"Tell me what you want, baby," Dean's voice low in Castiel's ear, his hand stroking lazily, his thrusts slow and teasing against Castiel's ass. Castiel moaned, his breathing becoming shallow.
"I want to feel you, please..." Castiel huffed, turning his head to see Dean looking at him, his green eyes shining with his need and want for Castiel.