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Dean & Cas↳You're on the other side as the skyline splits in two...…miles away from seeing you,
but I can see the stars from America.
I wonder, do you see them too?
I can hear your heart on the radio beat.
They’re playing “Chasing Cars” and I thought of us,
back to the time you were lying next to me.
I looked across and fell in love
sherlocks-little-assbutt asked: dean
and so it is the shorter story, no love no glory
It’s just a young heart confusing my mind
But we’re both in silence
Wide-eyed like we’re in a crime scene.
Castiel has a hard time understanding why anyone would rather receive a blow job than give one. Sure, it feels great; and, yes, Dean can do things with his lips and tongue that probably shouldn’t be legal. No matter how good it feels, though, Cas would argue that it doesn’t even remotely compare to the feeling of taking Dean apart a molecule at a time with his own tongue.
From the first soft hums of pleasure that start the second Castiel’s lips touch Dean’s cock to the throaty moans that follow, Cas can’t get enough of giving pleasure. He loves the way Dean’s hips buck, instinct sending him in search of the warmth of Castiel’s mouth; he loves the way Dean’s fingers tremble when they stroke through his hair and then tangle and twist so he can push deeper.
With his hands on Dean’s hips, he can feel every little movement. He can feel Dean’s body tighten and release in time with his ragged panting, feel Dean’s cock starting to thicken even as the sourness of precome tightens his jaw and makes him suck that much harder. With his thumbs splayed across Dean’s stomach, he can feel the muscles ripple and clench, his hips twisting to chase the heat of Castiel’s mouth like a man on a mission.
When Castiel opens his eyes, he sees Dean’s are half-closed, eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to watch Cas, too. Dean’s lips are plump and red from the way he bites them, slick with spit where his tongue darts out between hissed breaths, pausing, dragging slowly back in again. He watches as Dean’s eyes fall shut for good and his head pushes back against the pillow, arching his body upward.
Cas can close his eyes then; he squeezes them tight and focuses on the softness of Dean’s skin as it slips between his own slick lips. He listens as Dean’s moans turn to little growled whimpers and half-finished words. His eyes water when Dean’s fingers twist a little too excitedly in his hair and pull him down, down, down. He knows when Dean is close, his cock leaks and leaks until spit and precome are spilling down Castiel’s chin and all sound except Dean’s harsh, erratic breaths stop.
Dean’s body twists and tightens as he pushes into Castiel’s mouth again and again with quick, short thrusts before his whole body clenches and shivers and it’s all Cas can do to swallow fast enough as Dean starts to gasp praise and curses mixed in together, his body falling back to the bed and so that Castiel kiss and lick him clean. His touch is soft again after that, stroking Castiel’s hair and his face and his shoulders; his body boneless under Cas’ roaming fingers.
When Castiel finally catches his breath and looks up, Dean is watching, lust-addled and looking sexier than any human being has a right to. He’s putty in Castiel’s hands then, squirming and “mmm”ing and taking little shivery breaths as Cas takes ample time to explore his body. On a good day, Dean will let him go on forever, mumbling nonsense while Castiel gives his body a good kissing.
Getting a blow job is pleasant, of course, but it’s nothing next to the goofy, lopsided grin still on Dean’s face half an hour after Castiel is through with him.