Castiel blindfolding Jimmy. Bonus points if there was some ice play and sex toys. ;)
It’s said softly, and Jimmy releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Sorry,” he says, swallowing hard and blinking a few times even though it doesn’t help - the black cloth secured around his head doesn’t even budge. “Not used to not seeing you.”
“Would you like to stop?” Castiel’s voice is closer, now, ready to pull off the blindfold at Jimmy’s request. A warm hand rests gently on his chest now, thumb tracing a reassuring arc across him, and the younger brother sighs again, shaking his head. “You remember your safeword, right?”
“Good.” Then, the hand moves away, and Jimmy barely manages to stifle his plaintive whine. “It’s okay, I’m not going far.” It does help to relax him somewhat, even though the beginnings of an embarrassed blush is starting because it feels like he’s a frightened child that needs to be talked through this, and he’s not, but it’s really actually very disconcerting, not being able to tell what Castiel is doing or holding or where he is.
Jimmy’s brain abruptly short circuits as the toy in his ass starts to vibrate - a rolling, powerful setting that simulates when Castiel likes to go slow inside of him, pushing up against his prostate like it has a personal vendetta against Jimmy’s body. It makes him cry out, back arching, nails digging tight into his palms.
“Cas!” he shouts, gasping when the vibrations merely increase, and this time he is shaking for an entirely different reason. “Oh, God -.”
Castiel laughs. “Not quite,” he says, and Jimmy knows he’s smirking wryly at that. He would bite back a retort but his body is trying very hard not to let him, and he can’t quite think of words at the moment.
He tilts his head to one side when he feels something cool and plastic rest against his stomach. It’s condensing and has ridges along the bottom, fine lines that he can feel when he breathes out. He doesn’t have time to figure out what it is, though, before it moves away - is it a container of some kind? It’s freezing, God - before Castiel’s hand flattens over his chest again, fingers idly playing with one of his nipples until it pebbles. Castiel’s fingers are icy-cold too and slightly wet, and Jimmy sucks in a breath when he realizes just what that thing must be.
“Is this okay?” Castiel asks, because they’ve played with heat and cold before but never when Jimmy’s blindfolded - but Cas knows how much he loves it, and he eagerly nods. “Good.” Castiel’s soft, dry lips press against his forehead. “Because I have a lot of plans for you.”
