Dean closed his eyes a moment, overwhelmed, and then pushed himself up and unknotted Castiel’s tie. Castiel watched him with a steady gaze, playing with Dean’s hair or running his fingertips along his arm, as Dean unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. Dressed, he looked so slim that as Dean undressed him he was surprised to see the muscles in his arms and the tautness of his belly. “Still hot,” he whispered and kissed down Castiel’s chest as his thumb circled his hip bone.

Castiel chuckled. “You will have to explain that slang to me someday, why being hot is a good thing.”

“I will explain anything and everything you want me to,” Dean said and had to kiss Castiel’s mouth while he was still smiling. He went easily onto his back when Castiel rolled him over, and tilted back his head as Castiel licked down his neck to his chest.

“You taste good,” Castiel mumbled into his skin, and Dean laughed and put his hand back in Castiel’s hair.

“So do you. C’mere.” Castiel crawled back up his body and kissed him, slow and deep, as he rocked his hips into Dean’s. Dean pressed a knee into Castiel’s ribs so he could push up his hips, gratified when Castiel shuddered and groaned against his neck.

Castiel pushed himself off Dean’s body and slid down to kneel between his thighs. He put his hands on Dean’s legs, careful of the still-healing stab wound, and looked up at Dean with enormous, dark eyes. “I feel more than I know what to do with,” he said, sliding his hands restlessly from hip to thigh and back.

“You’re just expressing affection,” Dean assured him and grinned when Castiel rolled his eyes.

“I’m expressing lust,” he corrected and dabbled his tongue over the head of Dean’s prick before sliding it carefully into his mouth.

“Oh,” Dean gasped, “yeah, okay.” He thrust a hand into Castiel’s hair, and moved his hand down to Castiel’s jaw to show him a better angle. “That’s good, that’s just right,” he breathed, and watched Castiel’s mouth with fascination as Castiel sucked him. He had beautiful lips, really, and they looked even better swollen from kisses and wet with saliva and precome.

Finally Dean pushed on Castiel’s shoulder and said, “Off, man, pull off,” and Castiel raised his head. “Naked,” Dean said, so Castiel arched his body and pushed down his trousers and the dark boxers beneath, toed off his shoes and tossed it all, socks, underpants, shoes and shirt, onto the floor. Dean bit his lip to hold back the whimper that rose in his throat.

“Dean,” Castiel said, and Dean rolled onto him and kissed him, arms wrapped around his head.

“I just want — I wanna –” He took his cock in his hand, still wet from Castiel’s mouth, and rubbed it slowly against Castiel’s until the other man shivered and gasped. He thought he might get another low, amused, “Yes, Dean,” the usual answer to whatever ridiculousness he’d proposed to Castiel lately, but instead Castiel pushed him onto his back and knelt over him.

He dipped his head and kissed Dean slowly, and then took hold of Dean’s good leg and raised it over his shoulder. “Trust me?” he said softly, eyes searching Dean’s face.

“More than anyone,” Dean said, and bit hard on his lip as he watched Castiel spit in his hand and use his saliva and fingers to open Dean up. Dean groaned as Castiel pushed into him first with his fingers and then with a cock that made Dean think, No fucking way it’s all going to fit. He groaned deeper and closed his eyes.

“Shh,” Castiel whispered and brushed his lips over Dean’s eyelids. “Relax, Dean.”

“Don’t tell me,” Dean gasped, “you’ve done this before.”

“No,” Castiel said with a soft laugh. “But I’ve . . .” He moaned a little as he pushed deeper into Dean. “I’ve watched.”

Dean laughed and put his hand over his eyes. “Oh, Cas . . . you dirty dog.”

Castiel removed his hand and kissed him, and Dean pushed his hand into Castiel’s hair and pulled his head down further to kiss him deeper. He pressed his thighs to Castiel’s hips and kissed his mouth, kissed around his face and breathed heavily against Castiel’s cheek.

“Promise me,” Dean began, looking up at Castiel, and Castiel looked at him with his deep blue eyes, and Dean shook his head and kissed him again. “Never mind. Don’t promise me anything. No promises.”

“No promises,” Castiel whispered and kissed him back.

***

“You know what the bitch of this is?” Dean said as he stroked Castiel’s back.

“I have an idea.” His arm hung over the edge of the bed, fingers trailing over the rug as if through water.

“That we waited so long. We could have been doing it for months.” Castiel turned his head to raise an eyebrow at him, then turned his head back to rest it on his arm. “Admit it,” Dean said. “You’ve wanted me for a long time.”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” Castiel said with a sigh. “But wanting a thing doesn’t make it a right thing.”

Dean removed his hand from Castiel’s back. “So this was wrong?”