As I lay in bed with Castiel, unable to shake the feeling that something was off, I couldn't help but notice the strange silence that had settled over us. It was unlike him to be so reserved, so shy during our intimate moments. I craved to hear his voice, to hear him moan and groan with pleasure.
But all I could hear were the soft gasps and quiet whispers that escaped his lips, barely audible over the sounds of our bodies moving together. It was driving me insane. I wanted to hear him let go, to hear him express his pleasure more vocally. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
As we moved together in the dimly lit room, I pressed Castiel against the mattress, my hands gripping his hips as I thrust into him with more force. I could feel him tensing up beneath me, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Come on, Cas," I growled, my voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you."
To my surprise, he did. As I pounded into him harder, his grip on my shoulders tightened, and his voice grew louder. His moans filled the air, and it was everything I'd been craving. My cock throbbed with need, desperate to make him moan even louder.
With each thrust, I could feel him responding, his muscles tensing and relaxing in time with my movements. His normally stoic expression was replaced with a look of pure pleasure, his lips parted as he gasped for air.
I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, our tongues tangling together as we continued to move in perfect synchrony. I could feel him beneath me, his body responding to my every touch, his cock pressing against my own.
"Fuck, Cas," I moaned, the need for release becoming almost unbearable. I increased the tempo of my thrusts, driving into him with a ferocity that bordered on recklessness.
He wrapped his legs around my waist, his nails digging into my skin as he arched his back in pleasure. His body trembled beneath me, a sure sign that he was close. I could feel him tensing up, the pressure building inside him.
With one final thrust, I felt myself unraveling, a guttural moan escaping my lips as I spilled myself inside him. The feeling of him coming undone pushed me over the edge, my body shuddering with pleasure as I came with a cry that echoed through the room.
Our bodies tangled together in the aftermath, sweaty and trembling with the aftershocks of our shared release. As I collapsed against him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I'd finally managed to draw out his pleasure, to coax those sweet, desperate sounds from his lips.
And as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I knew that I would do whatever it took to make him moan like that again and again. The thought of hearing those sounds of pleasure from the normally reserved angel filled me with a sense of purpose, a desire to push him to the limits of pleasure and beyond.
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