Dialogue Essay: Castiel Was In Love (Chapter 23)

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Castiel was in love, with an amazing man.

“Fuck, Cas!” Dean was furivent, tugging at Castiel’s clothes, breathing heavily into his open mouth. He was amazing like this, fevered, his excitement a palpable force.

It had been a normal sunday evening, Castiel and Dean had been lounging on the couch, Castiel’s laptop playing an episode of Dr. Sexy-in which the cowboy boots were the only thing Dr. Sexy wore- when Castiel noticed his attention waning, because the soft skin behind his boyfriends ear was oh-so-kissable.

They ended up facing eachother, kneeling up on the couch undressed. How Castiel had gone from simple kitten kisses and nibbles to reaching out for Dean’s belt was beyound him.

But such was one of the facts of dating Dean Winchester’ 0 to 60 with no rhyme or reason,
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Intoxicating him. Shaking a little himself (for how could he not) Castiel slowley slid his foreskin up, pulling it far past the point it would normally rest- up and over Dean’s erection as well. The delicate skin pulled tighter than ever before, but it was so good.

Castiel fell into it, his breath shuddering. He paused, took a moment to take it all in, before he wrapped his fingers around the join of their two cocks, and began to stroke them in smooth pumps. Dean’s cock slid and pressed against him, Dean was leaking against him helpfully providing the lubricationfor each of Castiel’s strokes. And extra lubrication wasn’t really necessary as Dean was all but drenched, but they both enjoyed the sight of it.

Dean’s face wore that expression of lust and love that Castiel had been gifted with since the moment they’d first met. Castiel was certain his ow expression must have been similar. This- this act was intense, intimate, the feel of Dean against him, underneath Castiel’s own skin, it was as though they were one being in a way different from penetrative sex, in perfect sync flowing

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