"Dean presses in, feels Cas open around him, take him easily, readily. He remembers doing this the night before, his fingers and Cas’ skin slick with lube. Remembers Cas doing it to him in the early hours of the morning, opening Dean up, making a place for himself.
A place Dean wanted to tell him was already there, whenever he wanted."
and
"Cas tilts his head to watch as Dean’s thumbs edge down his sternum, trace the lines of his ribs. He looks up at Dean through water-spiked lashes, lips full and parted. Temptation itself."
and
"There’s a lump in Dean’s throat that feels…that feels…too big, too much, and Dean can’t quite answer him, can’t quite say anything because suddenly, there it is, right in front of his face. Like the truth is tattooed between Cas’ shoulder blades and all Dean had to do was open his eyes and read the misleadingly vulnerable curve of Cas’ neck, the trusting bend of his shoulders, there even when Dean is acting weird.
This is Castiel naked and putting himself in Dean’s hands, in Dean’s care, and Dean can fantasize all he wants, can touch himself and think of Cas over him and around him, in him, but all of it will forever pale when compared with this. With this crazy thing they’re forging between them that shouldn’t work, but does."
Your writing is beyond amazing. Your details are so realistic, you can see and touch and hear and smell them. Thank you for writing this!
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Date: 2010-05-23 02:34 am (UTC)"Dean presses in, feels Cas open around him, take him easily, readily. He remembers doing this the night before, his fingers and Cas’ skin slick with lube. Remembers Cas doing it to him in the early hours of the morning, opening Dean up, making a place for himself.
A place Dean wanted to tell him was already there, whenever he wanted."
and
"Cas tilts his head to watch as Dean’s thumbs edge down his sternum, trace the lines of his ribs. He looks up at Dean through water-spiked lashes, lips full and parted. Temptation itself."
and
"There’s a lump in Dean’s throat that feels…that feels…too big, too much, and Dean can’t quite answer him, can’t quite say anything because suddenly, there it is, right in front of his face. Like the truth is tattooed between Cas’ shoulder blades and all Dean had to do was open his eyes and read the misleadingly vulnerable curve of Cas’ neck, the trusting bend of his shoulders, there even when Dean is acting weird.
This is Castiel naked and putting himself in Dean’s hands, in Dean’s care, and Dean can fantasize all he wants, can touch himself and think of Cas over him and around him, in him, but all of it will forever pale when compared with this. With this crazy thing they’re forging between them that shouldn’t work, but does."
Your writing is beyond amazing. Your details are so realistic, you can see and touch and hear and smell them. Thank you for writing this!