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The chair looked big enough for the two of them. And even if it wasn't, nothing on God's green earth was stopping Dean from climbing into the Angel's lap and cuddling close. It had been a very long day. "Hey Cas." [Hello yes. Fuck Canon. Cuddle time.]

[it didn't matter if he had been doingsomething constructive, for dean hadnot thought to ask. simply acted. bootedstep carrying him across the hardwoodfloor to deposit himself in castiel's vacant lap. he blinked, as though wakingfrom some half remembered dream, eyessettling on dean with a sense of vagueconfusion.] 

         "     Are you alright?"

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"Hmmmph..." Dean grunted into the worn cushions of the couch before stretching out his body with a yawn. "Don't think I've felt this wiped out since... Actually, I don't remember. Yeah, pretty fucking intense." Rolling onto his back he grimaced as he remembered the mess he'd made of his underwear and jeans. "You got anything I can borrow?

Cas hummed, nodding lazily. He didn't want to move, but he sat up a little, reaching over and grabbing some clothes. "You left these jeans last time. Don't know how you did, but they're not mine. I got some jockeys you can borrow if you don't wanna go commando." Even though it was a little crammed on the sofa--there wasn't a part of him that wasn't touching Dean--he didn't quite want to get up yet.

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"Take it off then." He shifted again so he was laid more beside Cas rather than on top of him. Heaving a soft sigh as his cock slipped out of him. "Can borrow mine if you want? It's good and worn in and not caked with dirt." The thought was there in the back of his mind. He'd said it. Of course he meant it, but still... He hadn't intended on saying it.

Cas nodded, and when Dean pushed off him, he wiggled out of his own, tossing it away and grabbing the plaid one of Dean's that laid on the floor. And now he'd smell like Dean. "That was... intense."

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He somehow managed to raise himself up onto his elbow so he could kiss the man beneath him. Body still shaking and lips trembling. The kiss was gentle and sweet. Far more so than the energetic fucking they'd just done. "You ok?"

He wanted to ask, he wanted to know, but as his lips parted to ask, he went for a kiss, smiling into Dean's lips. He'd let this one slide--if Dean meant it or not, it didn't matter, because right now, Cas was happy, filled and content. "M'good. Great. Shirt itches."

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Dean's vision whited out as his own orgasm hit. The room was spinning and he could barely catch his breath. His hips twitched and continued to thrust through the pleasure, but soon he was collapsing on top of Cas in a sweaty heap. "Fuck... Cas..."

Even as hot and sweat-soaked as he was, Cas wrapped around Dean, mouthing at his neck through his harsh breaths. Sure, Dean had said it in the throes of sex, but frankly--he'd still said it. And Cas wasn't about to let Dean go anytime soon in the future.

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Dean had never seen himself as particularly narcissistic, but hearing Cas call out his name was definitely doing it for him. Hands left the Fallen Angel's cock and hips so he could hitch his legs high around his hips. Eyes closed and breath coming out in ragged gasps, he licked his palm and continued to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Dean lowered his head and kissed along Cas' jawline. "Love you, Cas."

Cas was almost ready to come by the time Dean threw his legs up around his hips, allowing his cock to hit Cas' sweet spot more regularly. He was writhing, clinging to Dean, his legs urging the Hunter to move harder, faster. He was so close to the edge when Dean spoke, the words sending him flying. Back arching, Dean's name strangled in a half-shout, Cas came hard, clamping down around Dean.

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He pushed slowly in, knowing that spit and come wasn't enough. Wishing that they had thought more about this so he could get lube. But he was pushing in and god that tight heat was enough to drive him crazy. Once he was pressed deep inside, he dug his heels into the floor and flipped them so that the Fallen Angel was pressed into the battered couch. He rolled his hips and slammed back hard with a groan. Trembling fingers wrapped around Cas' cock and kept up the brutal rhythm.

Cas arched up, letting Dean push further in even though it burned. He was loving this, loving the feel of Dean inside him, his weight as he pushed Cas down. Gripping his shoulders, the Fallen Angel yelled as Dean snapped into him, rolling his hips needily up into Dean's hand as he felt his cock encircled. "Please--fuck, please, Dean, please, Dean, Dean, Dean--"

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Dean was surprised to find that his own cock was giving a valiant attempt at getting hard. Reaching down with his other hand, he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down along with his underwear. A third finger sank into Cas as he sucked his cock down deep into his throat. He was hard and glistening with his own come and hell he wanted more. Coming up for air, he nudged Cas back down. "Wanna fuck you." Removing his fingers, he nudged the head of his cock at Cas' entrance."

He was practically wordless with pleasure, unable to think or formulate words long enough to say something. He was moaning, feeling more fingers moving inside him, his cock throbbing hard as Dean pushed him back. Cas immediately moved, feeling Dean's cock press at his entrance and he nodded, holding his arms out, legs spread and welcoming Dean. "Please--"