Astronaut4: Trust issues

"I'll meet you there, then. I'm leaving." Sam took a deep breath, and stood up, his legs actually shaking a bit. He texted those last three words to Dean as well, before he went for his own car in the garage.

Castiel's smile grew softer. He reached out to curl his fingers into Dean's wings again, sighing softly. Soon enough, he was caressing them, his eyes half-closed.

Eileen sighed deeply, before standing up. She needed to get dressed and move a bit further East before nightfall, then. And soon she was in her car once again, leaving Indian Falls.

Dean let out a sigh when he felt Castiel's hands caress his feathers so lightly and gentle, the roughness from before almost forgotten. He soon reached out too, fingers itching to gently scratch in between the angel's feathers, avoiding places that were too much sensitive.
He couldn't hear his phone ringing with the tell-tale sound of a text message.

Do we already make them meet, or wait a bit?

Castiel leaned in closer to gently kiss Dean, as he kept caressing his feathers, his fingers hooking between them from time to time.

Hmm I dunno! We can wait up a little if you want to fully concentrate on them? Either way it good for me!

Dean closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. He kept all of it very gentle - he kissed Castiel softly, just catching his lower lip between his teeth from time to time, but releasing it immediately. His fingers travelled a bit up on the angel's wings, fingers grasping feathers on their path.

I want to ship. SHIP!! but would Dean message Sam at some point?

Castiel gasped softly, yet tried to kiss Dean back as soon as he released his lip. He shivered when his hands moved through his feathers, and moved his own towards the base of Dean's wings.

He'd probably try to call him in a fit of panic since the message is a bit abrupt *dies*

Dean sighed as he kissed him back, eyes fluttering closed. He loved how gentle Castiel's hands felt on him. His wings seemed to stretch a bit further, to offer him more space, but he managed to get a hold of himself. And he moved forward, arching his back under the angel's fingers as his own travelled towards the base of his wings as well.

Then we'll wait a bit for the other ship!

Castiel sure was gentle. He didn't dare as much as Dean so far, even though he hooked this fingers in his feathers from time to time. He stiffled a low moan against his lips, as he finally grasped the base of his wings, digging his fingers into them.

Oki!

Dean let out a choked cry of pleasure, throwing his head back. His fingers instinctively dug into Castiel's wings, grasping the feathers and pulling roughly on them. He was a bit ashamed of his shameless display, but when he managed to look back at the angel, hunger was all that could be seen in his eyes. He pulled again on the feathers, this time more in control.

Castiel let out an indecent cry of pleasure at the first pull. He felt himself blushing, but then forgot about his embarrassment when he moaned again. He soon found Dean's lips back, as well as the courage to slid a hand between them, caressing his belly.

Dean let out a soft sigh when he felt Castiel's fingers ghost over his belly, and slid one of his hands downwards as well, to play with the hem of his underwear. His other hand finally reached the point where the angel's wings were sprouting, and pressed his fingers there as he kissed him back passionately.

Castiel shivered, since he had found his yearning again. He sucked on Dean's tongue as a deep moan echoed in his throat, and he mirrored his gesture, as his own hand slid under his underwear, this time. He was too frustrated to wait.

Dean moaned deeply into the kiss, desperately trying to get Castiel's tongue into his own mouth. He hissed when the angel's hand slid under his underwear, hips bucking into him out of sheer instinct. But he was done losing time as well apparently. He dived right into Castiel's underwear, taking a gentle hold of his manhood to stroke it.

Castiel complied with Dean's wish regarding their kiss, and soon enough, he pushed the human on the mattress, straddling his lap, as he began give his length quicker strokes.

Dean let Castiel push him back - more correctly, he was so engrossed in what he was doing he didn't even register what was happening. He just kept on kissing him, even if by that point, with all the moaning, grunting and sighing that was going on, it had become more than a bit sloppy. He stopped stroking the angel to forcefully drag his underwear down. "Pull it off", was all he managed to say in between kisses.

Castiel grunted in agreement, and pulled his own boxers off. He grabbed Dean's as well to get them off him, and then stared at his beloved for a few seconds. It was not long before he put his hands over Dean's knees to get him to part his legs, so he could slide between them, to press his hips against his.

Dean stared back up at Castiel, chest heaving as he took some deep breaths. Face flushed, lips red and slick with saliva, eyes dark with lust. He was probably looking just great right then. He shivered violently when Castiel's hips finally slotted against his own, hands moving up to hold onto the angel's back. His eyes never left his soulmate's.

Indeed, Castiel had rarely seen him so ravishing. He locked his gaze to Dean's, and licked his own lower lip with anticipation. He was dying to press down against his soulmate and kiss him again, but he had other plans in mind. He did inch a bit down towards Dean, but knotted his fists into his wings for balance. Soon enough, he gave a thrust, pressing their groins together.

Dean groaned, the low and husky sound literally tore from his throat at that delicious mix of feelings. The harsh thrill of pleasure given by Castiel's fingers digging into his wings, and their groins sliding together was downright perfect. He moved his hips against the angel's, still managing not to look away, his hands sliding up to reach the base of his soulmate's wings. And then he dug into them like his life depended on it.

Castiel couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure, and bucked his hips harder against Dean, before he started a steady rhythm, to feel more of those dizzy, pleasure-driven feelings inside of him. His grip on Dean's feathers changed from time to time, but he had to keep his balance, so he mostly kept it tight.

Dean at that point just stopped caring whether the pleasure-filled grunts and noises were too loud or embarrassing. He just couldn't keep them for himself anymore. He rolled his hips back against Castiel's, meeting each thrust with one of his own, fingers digging and rubbing at the base of his wings. Because if he was going to be vocal, it was only damn right Castiel had to be too.

And Dean exactly knew which button to press to get Castiel to fully give himself to him, not holding back any moan, any cry of pleasure. He kept moving against Dean, and dived down a few times to claim his lips with hungry, desperate kisses, as he was slowly but surely building their pleasure to reach a point of no-return any moment now.

And the point of no return was reached in a matter of seconds. Dean arched his back a bit, eyes drifting closed and mouth opening in a low, filthy-sounding groan of Castiel's name as he pulled harshly on his wings, hips bucking against the angel's as he came over his stomach. He didn't even need a hand this time.

I need to tell you at one point that that pun was terrible and I love you for it

Castiel gritted his teeth himself, and barely managed to keep a hold of himself so he could be able to fully admire Dean as he came against him. One last cry of pleasure finally escaped his lips due to the pull on his wings, and he bucked his hips forward harshly, finding his own release. Breathless, he stared at Dean for a few more seconds, before he gathered the strength to run a hand into his hair and down to his cheek.

:DDD I am a terrible person.

Dean gasped, trying desperately to get back some air in his empty lungs, drawing in deep, ragged breaths. He opened his eyes again when he felt a hand brushing against his cheek, meeting Castiel's gaze - which seemed as clouded as probably his own was. He smiled up at him. "Well, that was... intense", he commented, his voice raspy as he raised a hand to caress the angel's cheek.

Castiel held back a breathless chuckle, and finally dipped down to kiss Dean with soft, longing tenderness. "I loved it," he managed to whisper afterwards, even though he still had a hard time recovering his breath. The wing-pulling certainly didn't help.