Dean is truly beautiful when he’s on his knees.
Castiel leans back on one elbow as he watches his boyfriend, the way his lashes flutter over half-lidded eyes, those full, pink lips pressing against Cas’s inner thigh. It’s slow and languid and a gentle tease, and he could almost melt into the mattress beneath him.
The gentle graze of Dean’s teeth over sensitive skin makes him gasp, and he lifts his gaze to find those green eyes watching him, dancing, teasing. Dean’s lips curl up into a smirk, and then he’s mouthing at Cas’s balls, and he can’t resist lifting a hand to the back of Dean’s head as he groans. Those talented lips and clever hands never fail to take him apart, and when paired with those wicked green eyes, there’s no way Castiel could resist.
Dean’s lips drag up, along his shaft, until his tongue is teasing at the head of Castiel’s cock. Sometimes, he’d be impatient, or he’d want it faster, loving the sight of Dean taking his cock as deep as he can.
Tonight, though, he leans back, bites his bottom lip, and watches.
He’s never been more glad for the full-length mirror in front of their bed; from his vantage point, he can see the stretch of Dean’s plush lips around the girth of his cock, green eyes heavy-lidded as Dean loses himself. He can also see, in the mirror, the beautiful curve of Dean’s back and the swell of his ass. His boyfriend is beautiful, and Castiel admires all of him as Dean bobs his head, swirling his tongue around Castiel’s shaft with a moan that reverberates through Castiel’s very core.
It’s slow and lazy and relaxed, but even so, Castiel isn’t going to last very long.
The hand on the back of Dean’s head guides his movements until Castiel feels his orgasm approaching. He tightens his fingers in Dean’s hair and watches; the bow of Dean’s thighs, the muscles of his back, the shadow of long lashes and the movement of spit-slick lips.
It doesn’t take Castiel long to come with Dean’s name on his lips.
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