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With Dean already having come all over the sheets beneath him, he moaned in discomfort at the last of Castiel’s merciless thrusts into his body — Castiel had already come yet apparently had a long orgasm to ride out — and clenched around the thick length plunging into him. Castiel groaned, but the slight tinge of pain in his voice told Dean that he finally reached oversensitivity as well. He ceased his hips’ movements at last, coming to an end with his body slightly trembling. Dean felt much the same way and gave up on keeping his position, letting his upper body collapse unto the wet sheets. He couldn’t give a damn that he was lying in his own spunk when his arms and legs were shaking like crazy. He simply wanted to sleep and rest his sore body, which he could do the moment Castiel was fully done with him and would leave him.
Castiel usually didn’t do so, but Dean couldn’t help but expect him to each time they had sex. They never cuddled after, mostly because Dean forbade him to, in fear that Cas would feel obligated to give him more than a roll in the hay, but Castiel usually stayed to talk for a bit, which Dean hoped he wouldn’t do today so he could sleep. Would probably have been more pleasant for both of them. Dean was used to being used, and he only waited for Castiel to see that there was no need for him to stay, that he didn’t have to talk to him, that he just as easily could fuck Dean and then get the hell out of there, because Dean wouldn’t fight, would let him. And if he did come back for another fucking, Dean would let him use him and throw him away again. Yeah, at some point, Cas would get that, would see how any civil behavior toward Dean was unnecessary. Dean expected every time to be the time he did.
But instead of just patting Dean on the butt, telling him that it was a nice fuck and then beating a hasty retreat, Castiel gently pulled out of Dean and stroked his heaving sides with his big damp hands. After a moment’s consideration, he gathered Dean close to himself and turned him around, onto his back.
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With Dean already having come all over the sheets beneath him, he moaned in discomfort at the last of Castiel’s merciless thrusts into his body — Castiel had already come yet apparently had a long orgasm to ride out — and clenched around the thick length plunging into him. Castiel groaned, but the slight tinge of pain in his voice told Dean that he finally reached oversensitivity as well. He ceased his hips’ movements at last, coming to an end with his body slightly trembling. Dean felt much the same way and gave up on keeping his position, letting his upper body collapse unto the wet sheets. He couldn’t give a damn that he was lying in his own spunk when his arms and legs were shaking like crazy. He simply wanted to sleep and rest his sore body, which he could do the moment Castiel was fully done with him and would leave him.
Castiel usually didn’t do so, but Dean couldn’t help but expect him to each time they had sex. They never cuddled after, mostly because Dean forbade him to, in fear that Cas would feel obligated to give him more than a roll in the hay, but Castiel usually stayed to talk for a bit, which Dean hoped he wouldn’t do today so he could sleep. Would probably have been more pleasant for both of them. Dean was used to being used, and he only waited for Castiel to see that there was no need for him to stay, that he didn’t have to talk to him, that he just as easily could fuck Dean and then get the hell out of there, because Dean wouldn’t fight, would let him. And if he did come back for another fucking, Dean would let him use him and throw him away again. Yeah, at some point, Cas would get that, would see how any civil behavior toward Dean was unnecessary. Dean expected every time to be the time he did.
But instead of just patting Dean on the butt, telling him that it was a nice fuck and then beating a hasty retreat, Castiel gently pulled out of Dean and stroked his heaving sides with his big damp hands. After a moment’s consideration, he gathered Dean close to himself and turned him around, onto his back.