#oop got a lil caught up but fack it!

[safetypinneds]

sam takes note of the impatience in castiel's voice. can't help but feel a little guilty for keeping him waiting when..it seems like all he wants to do is dive in and figure it out as he goes. the questions were meant to see what he might like. what he might want to experience first and make those a priority but..the angel seems very direct in wanting to explore, well. EVERYTHING until he figures out what he likes the most. okay. he can work with that. he listens to the answers and dips his head into a nod. broad shoulders hitch in a shrug and he closes the distance between them. "okay. then. we can figure it out...," he murmurs as hands drift up to dance a caress over castiel's cheekbones.

head dipping down, he cups castiel's cheeks in his palms. fingertips tracing over skin that is warm and soft to the touch. when he captures castiel's lips with his own--it's a kiss that sam lets himself indulge in. the taste. the feel of castiel's mouth against his. draws a murmur of delight from the younger winchester's lungs. one that gets fed into the kiss and caresses over a tongue that dips in between castiel's lips to taste. feel. sample the flavor of as they breathe against one another's noses. one warm breath feeds the other. sparks ignite in sam's chest. does castiel have any idea how much he means to him? he wonders sometimes. because he'd never see himself the way sam sees him. brilliant. worthy of so much devotion. because he's given him and dean nothing BUT.

his touch drifts lower. dances along castiel's throat as he pushes his tongue deeper. deciding fuck it. his touch glides up. up. up. fingers bury their long lengths inside dark, cool to the touch strands of hair. both at the back of castiel's head and the top. another lingering kiss peppered over the angel's bottom lip, his jawline and then his throat before with a shuddering breath. gold rimmed hazel meets blue and he moves his mouth to castiel's chin. throat. sam falls to his knees. fingers circle around castiel's wrist. he brings it to his lips as he peppers kisses along the thin skin there. other hand deftly rids castiel of his belt buckle. the button and zipper of his pants are undone even if his fingers tremble. nervous anticipation. the full on wonderment of where this will lead.

sam pulls his mouth away, cranes his neck back to look up at him and lets the eye contact linger for only a heartbeat or two before he dips in and presses a kiss to the exposed flesh just above the elastic line of castiel's undergarment. both fingers curl into the waistband of his pants and the fragile fabric he's kissing above. then start to draw them down over his hips. further still... his mouth latches onto his hip and starts to suck a mark that buds red underneath his lips. fingers flutter a caress along an inner thigh that is soon bared to his touch. less frustration, he hopes. a shaken breath and he moves to the opposite hip to repeat the same. the taste of skin over his tongue earning a groan of want that sparks a splash of chills moving down his own inner thighs, stomach..and heat that spreads from there on out.

                               FOR A MAN WITH AN AWFUL LOT OF OPINIONS, Sam sure takes his sweet time to respond. Perhaps Castiel should have asked Dean for guidance on this topic. Or maybe he should have returned to Chastity to ask her. She is a professional, at least, and maybe this is a request that only sounds normal when there's some sort of payment involved? Castiel doesn't know, and it frustrates him. Why is it that people jump at the opportunity to show him how his mobile device works, but as soon as it comes to fellatio and all other sexual practices, they get weird? Humans love intercourse. It's not like Castiel wants something painful here.

                                Sam's hands slide off his face and instead reach for his hands. "I don't know, Sam," Castiel repeats, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. To him, they're just going around in circles. How can he tell Sam what he wants to know if he doesn't even know what things exist in the first place? Sure, he's watched humanity for thousands of years, but it's not like he paid close attention to what they were doing in the bedroom. He deemed sex very boring until he tried it out recently. "I want an orgasm. Preferably more than one, to be honest. I don't really care how that happens. And," he stresses because that has been nagging him a little, "I want my partner to have orgasms, too. And I don't know how to achieve this."

                                Simple in-and-out movements hadn't succeeded the last time, so what was the trick? Where did he go wrong? "There must be a standard procedure. Right? Or maybe a handful of standard procedures one can build upon later." How else does Dean satisfy his partners if not expertly performing these procedures?