Astronaut5: Like the Devil and Holy Water

Crowley's eyes flared red, his wings erupting from his back as well. Grasping hard the base of Hanakael's wings, he dug his finger and nails into them as he pulled, thrusting deep inside him. "You will come for me, Hana", he growled, feeling terribly close to his own edge as well. "And I won't even need to touch you. Surrender to me."

Dean moaned into the kiss, deepening it, thrusting a bit harder inside Castiel. Even though his brain was slowly melting up to a puddle, he was desperately trying to remember what he had read about intercourse. After a while, it hit him. He reached for the angel's thighs, lifting them up. And actually letting out another moan when he felt just how much deeper he could go like that.

Crowley let out a long moan himself, eyes sliding closed as he came as well with one last, powerful thrust. It had been so intense for him as well that he had to hold onto Hanakael's wings to manage not to fall over him. He kept himself up, breathing harshly, only leaving his vice-like grip when he felt stable enough. He fell back, now sitting on the bed, still trying to get back his breath.

Dean let out a positively filthy groan, hips bucking hard thanks to those fingers digging where it pleased him more. "Cas, damn it-", he cursed, forcing himself to keep still for a moment. "I don't want to hurt you, but you are making it so difficult-" He just wanted to let himself go for real, and just lose himself into Castiel completely. But he could not.

Crowley was too exhausted to get up and lie down in a more graceful way. He so did not care in that moment. He was spent, content, and out of breath like he hadn't been since a very long time. He just managed to throw a glance to Hanakael, dutifully making sure that he was ok. He smiled. "We should do that more often", he drawled.

"Don't- don't be, it feels great." Dean nodded, thrusting a bit more freely now, not restraining himself just as much as he had been doing before. "Me too", he let out, along with a moan. With those deeper, harder thrusts, he probably managed to reach the prostate just fine.

Crowley didn't fall asleep, on the other hand. But he did relish in all that peace and nice feeling of tiredness pervading his limbs. He closed his eyes, just resting, a smile playing on his lips.

Dean needed just another couple of thrusts - that, and seeing Castiel's blissful expression, as well as hearing his name, his, being uttered with such yearning in the middle of his orgasm, was plenty enough for him to come as well, letting out a low moan, all made of his soulmate's name. He slumped a bit, but minded himself enough to roll on his side,in order not to crush the angel. He immediately reached for him, to bring him close, even as he tried to get some air back.

Crowley had moved from the place he had slumped onto, and was now laying in a comfortable position, still with his eyes closed. He felt Hanakael start to move, and peeked at him, a smile stretching on his lips. "Oh, he awakes", he cooed, patting the empty space at his side. "Come closer. You almost had me worried here." Yes, he was still naked. He so didn't care.

Dean, after fighting with his clouded brain for good, managed to fold his wings away, all while he tried desperately to get some oxygen back into his lungs. When he finally opened his eyes, he smiled happily at Castiel, soothingly caressing his back. He leant in to steal a soft, short kiss. "Everything ok?", he asked, suddenly feeling a bit worried about his performance.

Crowley welcomed his soulmate into his arms, wrapping lazily an arm around his shoulders as well. A smug smirk made its way on his lips, even though he kept his eyes half closed. "I tired out a supposedly infinite, immortal being thanks to my incredible skills. That goes straight to my ego. And it will go straight to my CV as well."

Dean offered him a small smile. Yeah, he would have mentioned that later as well. He just wanted to bask in the pleasant afterglow of sex right now. He brought a hand up to stroke Castiel's cheek gently. "Love you", he murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

Crowley chuckled, honestly finding the angel's blatant jealousy amusing. And endearingly cute, of course. "Darling, for how much I'd love to see you smiting down any potential rivals to my bed, no. I won't look for any other lover. I don't want to", he purred, leaning in to kiss him.

And weirdly enough, even though Dean had never been the very cuddly kind of person, he surprised himself once again, finding out he really liked that kind of warm, nice intimacy. He snuggled closer to Castiel, softly caressing his sides as he kissed him back.

Crowley smiled into the kiss. "I'm the kind of man that knows how to keep himself entertained. Don't worry, Hana. You'll be more than enough." He scooted closer, swiftly surrounding him with his arms. "My own, beautiful, private scorch of Heaven."

Dean too was slowly giving up to that nice feeling of weariness that was creeping all over his body. He just kept stroking Castiel's back gently, whispering sweet nothings that made less and less sense.

Crowley made a scandalized sound. "Half? Well. Maybe I have not expressed myself well enough." He gently took a hold of Hanakael's scruffy chin, to make him look straight into his eyes. "I love you. More than I ever loved anyone else." that much was absolutely true. The intense feeling that surged in his chest whenever he looked at the angel couldn't be anything else but love.

Yus!! uvu

And Crowley swiftly followed him, because of course he did. He did need to wash himself too, and he had a kingdom to rule - and would he ever lose an occasion to feel up Hanakael's firm and nice back muscles? NEVER.

The last person who was expecting her was probably poor Dean, who happened to wander into the main room with his own breakfast, in just his underwear and one of those fancy robes, yawning so hard he almost unhinged his jaw. He didn't notice her at first, and probably the fact that he wasn't yet fully awake didn't help his cause.

And she was right on that. Because as soon as Dean's brain managed to make him notice that no, the red haired woman sitting so comfortably on one of their chairs like it was her own home was NOT Charlie, he let out a very classy "WHAT THE FUCK", letting go of his cup, and splashing his clean robe with the dark, hot coffee he was just about to drink. He cursed loudly, taking a few steps back. What was Rowena doing there?!

Dean felt a bit self-conscious - not to say embarrassed - by the instant apparition of Castiel at his yelling. He begrudgingly accepted the towel, literally trying to shot down Rowena with a glare. "My poetry is not really your business", he answered irritatingly, scoffing. "What are you doing here, Rowena?"