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Dean always enjoys staying the night at Cas’s place. They cook dinner together, bumping elbows in the kitchen and sneaking kisses while they wait for the food to cook, then eat together. The sex is always fucking fantastic, and Dean has come to love falling asleep with Cas’s arm wrapped around his waist and his boyfriend’s body warm and solid behind him.
But the one thing he really, reallyloves about sleeping at Cas’s place is his morning routine.
Today is no different. Dean vaguely remembers Cas sliding out of bed, placating Dean’s sleepy pleas for him to stay in bed with kisses and whispered promises of coffee and breakfast later. Now, though, Dean is more awake, and he knows exactly where to find Cas. He rolls out of bed and stretches, then wanders out of the bedroom, not bothering with clothes.
He follows his nose to the pot of coffee waiting in the kitchen and pours himself a cup, doctoring it with a little bit of sugar. Once it’s to his liking, Dean wraps his hands around it and takes it with him to the other kitchen doorway, which leads through to Cas’s studio.
There, he leans against the doorframe, sips at his coffee, and takes in the glorious view.
When they’d started dating, Dean had tried to figure out how Cas had obtained such a fucking perfect body. He didn’t know if he could make it work with some health-obsessed guy who lived off protein shakes and went to the gym seven days a week, but it didn’t take him long to figure out that Cas was not that kind of person.
No, Cas kept his fitness up just through running…
But it’s not like any yoga Dean has ever seen, not at all.
In the centre of his studio, Cas braces his hands against the bare wooden floorboards of his studio. The windows behind him illuminate his body in the early morning light, and even thatis enough to have Dean marveling at how stunning his boyfriend is.
And then Cas lifts himself up into a handstand, all easy control and effortless grace. No matter how many times Dean watches him go through his routine, it never fails to affect him, and he grins against the rim of his coffee mug.
Cas works himself through a variety of jaw-dropping poses and positions, and despite the sweat that beads on his skin and runs down his chest, his breathing and his movements both stay slow and steady. His muscles flex as he hops from downward facing dog up into another handstand, correcting his momentum easily and straightening his legs.
Dean bites his bottom lip and tries not to think about the blood that’s currently rushing south.
He watches as Cas braces himself on his forearms and arches his body over them, how he moves from downward dog into a deep lunge with such strength and grace, how he transitions slowly and fluidly and barely shows any signs of exertion.
It’s only when Cas slowly lowers himself from a handstand until his body is completely parallel to the ground, his biceps and abs flexing, that Dean lets himself slip. A quiet groan escapes his lips, and even though he bites down on his bottom lip, he’s already been caught. A tiny quirk of Cas’s lips is the only sign that he heard Dean, who suffers in silence while Cas shifts his weight onto one palm and holds himself up like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
Fucking fuck, it’s not fair that his boyfriend is so goddamn hot.
It’s only a few more minutes until Cas finishes his routine, pausing for a moment on the floor before slowly getting to his feet. Sweat runs down his torso, his cheeks are flushed, and when paired with the sex hair Dean gave him last night, all in all it’s a damngood look. “Get through much of your coffee this time?” Cas asks with a grin as he makes his way over to Dean.
“Yes,” Dean lies, taking a sip now that he’s been reminded that it’s there. The mug is still mostly full, and the coffee is lukewarm at best. Cas raises an eyebrow, as though he knows, and Dean mutters, “Shut up.”
His boyfriend grins and presses a kiss to Dean’s cheek, then trails his lips along Dean’s jaw and up to his ear. “Care to join me in the shower?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes Dean shiver.
Apparently Dean isn’t the only one turned on by the yoga. He groans quietly and bites his lip. “Sounds good to me. Maybe you can put some of that strength to good use.”
“Maybe I can,” Cas agrees, biting gently at the bolt of Dean’s jaw before moving past him and heading in the direction of the bathroom. Dean takes the opportunity to just watch him go for a few more seconds, eyes on the muscles of his back and his gorgeous ass, then sets his coffee mug aside on the kitchen counter and follows.
God, he really loves Cas’s yoga.
