3 - On the run again

Castiel squinted a bit, but sighed. "Good. Don't get me wrong. But I have a feeling the fact that we're making love as often as we can is nobody else's business," he said bluntly.

Dean let out a nervous laugh. "Well, we... yeah, I think what we do can be classified as an act of love, but it's not strictly... uh... making love, per se", he blurted out, flushing a bit when he thought about their naked bodies and hips bucking against each other. "Don't worry. I won't tell, I promise."

Castiel blinked, and tilted his head, looking intensely at Dean all of a sudden. "Do you mean there would be another way for us to do it?" Welp. Now, he had gotten curious about it.

Dean mentally cursed himself for having let those words escape from him, and threw a glance to Castiel's curious expression. He couldn't really escape from this now, could he. "Well, there's... p-penetration", he said, cursing himself for stuttering. "You know. Like it happens with woman and man, just it's two men."

"... Oh. To stimulate the prostate, then." He tilted his head on the side, pondering over the thought. "I see." He looked up at Dean again, a bit confused by his reaction. "I take in that it's not something you'd enjoy, then?"

Dean widened his eyes so much they looked like they were going to pop out from their sockets. He stuttered and sputtered, until he managed to let out, "How do you even know what a prostate is!" Well, to him Castiel looked and sounded so clearly like a virgin he was really shocked to hear him like that. "And I - of course I'd enjoy it, but-!"

"... I know a lot of stuff about the human body, in fact," Castiel replied, even more confused to see Dean's flustered reaction. "But what? Is there something that prevents you from wanting it from me?" He didn't seem frustrated at all. Again, he was genuinely curious.

"No! No, not at all, but... It's just..." Dean ran a hand over his face, avoiding Castiel's blue eyes while he tried to tame down his embarrassment. "I thought that as a virgin, you would have no knowledge. And - I know theory, but I have no practice in gay sex either."

Castiel remained silent for a little while. "Does it matter if we've never done it with any other man before?" He shifted slightly on the bed, almost facing Dean. "If it is something you'd like to do with me, I'd be happy to try it with you." His voice was soft, and kind.

Dean turned to Castiel, feeling a bit less shy when he heard a confirmation that his partner was just as new to that as he himself was. He still blushed hard at the implications. "... of course I would like to try", he murmured, lifting his hand to caress the other man's face. "I mean, I... I love you", he added, smiling a bit awkwardly.

Castiel smiled back at Dean. "I love you too, Norway." He paused for a moment. "I'll- look into it, if you wish," he said, before clearing his throat a bit. "I suspect we might need to look into it before giving it a try."

Dean cleared his throat as well. "Yeah, I, uh. I guess so", he answered, still embarrassed. Then he glanced at Castiel again, and his eyes, like many times, fell on his lips. He licked his own ones, that had gone a bit dry at imagining... well. Everything. "I want to kiss you so much right now, you have no idea", he murmured, scooting closer almost unconsciously.

Castiel's eyes fell on Dean's lips as well, after his words, and given how close he was to him. He was actually the one to inch closer and initiate that kiss, kind, and gentle.

Dean hummed happily, softly kissing Castiel back. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, kneading them, and sucked gently on his lower lip.

Castiel ended up tilting his head and slowly opening his mouth into the kiss to incite Dean to deepen it. When he was not feeling almost desperately frustrated, he was still kind of shy through their exchanges.

Dean complied happily to Castiel's request, deepening the kiss and getting to devour him. Their mouths joining together and separating, agaun and again, gave him all the space to whisper words of endearment. And a lot of 'I love you's.

Castiel felt himself melt into the kiss, even though he still felt a slight pinch in his heart, about the fact that it probably felt perfect because Dean and he were meant to be together. And yet, he had no right to wish for that kind of fulfilling relationship with him.

Dean luckily didn't notice that small hint of sadness in Castiel - he was just happy to feel him melt in his arms. He smiled into their kiss, and playfully slid his hands down to cup his ass and squeeze it.

Castiel almost yelped, and forgot his worries almost instantly, gently pushing Dean away, and trying to scold him with his gaze. He tried to say something. But failed miserably, and in the end he just kissed Dean again, pinning him down onto the mattress.