Astronaut3 : Shake it off (the mark of Cain)

Dean's eyes followed that gesture. He felt the need to lick his lips, which for some reason had suddenly gone very, very dry. He looked up to see Castiel's eyes boring into him, making him feel slightly nervous. "Alright", he conceded, still a bit on edge. "If you want to do it, go ahead."

Dean didn't seem able to look away from Castiel's movemets for even a single second, even going as far as propping himself up on his elbows to better watch him. His breath audibly itched when he saw him sitting down right where he was just a minute earlier. And he actually had to press one of his hands on his mouth, to muffle an embarrassing whine that threatened to spill from his lips a bit too soon.

It definitely was not too little. Well, at least judging from Dean's shaky breaths, even if any other sound was muffled by the hand he had pressed against his own mouth. He watched every single little thing the angel did, eyes clouded with lust, and - frankly? He had been on the receiving hand of other blowjobs, but the mere fact it was Castiel doing that, with his mouth on his sensitive flesh and his head in between his legs, was definitely the best thing ever.

Dean had just gathered enough self-control to shakily lower his hand from his mouth, getting it back on the bed to grasp at the bedsheets. And he immediately kicked himself for doing that as he let out a very loud, very pleased moan. "Shit", he hissed through clenched teeth, still unable to look away from Castiel and his mouth wrapped around his lenght. He hesitantly tried to reach for the angel's head, to do as he had done before and rest it there.

At that point, Dean wasn't even trying anymore to hold back his moans, which seemed to get a bit breathier and more hoarse the more of him Castiel took in his mouth. His fingers tightened and slightly pulled on Castiel's hair, but he managed to scold himself enough not to push him nor pull him. The angel had behaved, and so should he. "Cas, I'm-" He took a deep, harsh breath, gulping down yet another moan. "'m almost there, Cas-"

"Cas, what are you..." Dean's clouded brain didn't really get why Castiel was still sucking him off - he had warned him, right? Then why - He didn't have the time to finish that thought; he threw his head back, pleasure overtaking him as he came with a long, lust-filled groan, made up entirely by Castiel's name.

It took Dean a solid five seconds for his brain to get down from the peak he had reached and to realize what exactly had happened. He propped himself up on his elbows again, shaking a bit, to look at Castiel, blinking owlishly. "No, I'm sorry - are you ok?", he asked, his voice a bit rough from all that moaning he had been doing. His face was all flushed, and he looked far from properly functioning yet.

Dean had slumped back on the bed, his eyes closed, by the time Castiel had answered him, letting out a relieved "Hm". He felt the angel sit back on the mattress, at his side, and... as his brain slowly gained back the gift of conscious thought, he felt part of it panic like crazy. Had they- had he really just done that? He peeked back to Castiel, the sight making that obnoxious voice in his head shut the hell up for once. And his question just made him chuckle. "Judge by yourself", he said with a large smile, gesturing to his face. "But, yes. Very."

"Yeah. Yeah, good idea", Dean agreed, a bit awkwardly. He stood up himself to pull his underwear back on and to fish a bottle of water that was standing next to his bedside table. "Underwear's there", he said, drinking a bit of water as he pointed the spot to Castiel, trying to help him. And trying not to stare at his ass. Which was actually difficult.

Dean seemed taken by surprise by that question. He also seemed to think about it for a couple of seconds. Then he cleared his throat. "Listen, I - I've had my mouth down there too, so... if you don't care, I won't care either", he blurted out, embarrassed.

Dean blinked, taken aback by that outburst of passion. But soon enough he found himself kissing Castiel back with just the same amount of yearning, arms sneaking around the angel's waist to hold him tight against him. God, did he love Cas. He felt like his heart could burst everytime he had that thought.

Dean threw him a smirk. "To stop?", he repeated raising a brow, dipping down to gently nibble on Castiel's neck. "You want to stop kissing me? I could get offended", he added in a playful murmur as he reached the angel's ear. He kissed a slow, sweet path back to his neck again.

And Dean let him, kissing Castiel again and some more, to his heart content. He kissed him on the lips one last time - a long, sweet kiss - before looking at him. "I love you", he told him, in the most earnest way he could. "Don't call me a sap", he added then, pointing to his nose.