The Year of Redemption

Chapter 63: Go Slow

Dean was getting more and more tangled around Cas. He had worked one of his arms up the back of Cas's shirt, his other hand was feeling the angel's strong chest, and his legs were mercilessly hugging Cas's thighs. The hunter's head was resting against Cas's shoulder, trying desperately to not give in to the sleep.

"How was your Christmas?" Castiel whispered.

Dean sighed. "Perfect," he commented. "Well, almost." His hand slid down Cas's chest and worked its way into the front of the angel's pants. "There is one thing I didn't get..."

"I wonder what..." Dean's strong hand closed around Cas's girth, and the angel gasped softly before finishing, "...that might be."

"You wanna find out?" Dean asked, slowly working his hand inside Castiel's pants.

"I don't think I have a choice."

The hunter looked sweetly up at Cas. "You always have a choice, hunny."

"Then I'll always choose you."

Dean's heart fluttered. He was suddenly weak. How could one person's words have such power over him? He leaned in and met Castiel's lips. They tasted like love. They tasted like forever.

The hunter slowly undressed Cas, giving him another kiss for each article of clothing he removed: the angel's trench coat, his tie, his button-up, his belt, his pants, his boxers.

Dean wanted this night to last, he wanted to draw out the time they had, he wanted this best day to never end. Dean wanted to adore every part of the most wonderful present Castiel could ever give him, he wanted to let himself fall and pretend that Cas would stay beside him in this bed until the end of time.

Castiel did the same thing for Dean – undressing and kissing him. Only the hunter swore that Cas was better at it – gentler, softer, warmer. He craved the angel's touch, he still shivered every time their skin met, he marveled at how their bodies fit together like this was exactly what they were made for.

Dean clambered back on top of the angel when he was done. They were grinding now, slowly, in time with their deep breaths, trembling against each other in awe and anticipation. Their foreheads were pressed together, and they could read the pure delight and amazement glowing in each other's eyes.

Somehow, Castiel had extracted the lube from the end table drawer and was now reaching down to lather some on himself and Dean. "Do you want...?" he started to ask, but Dean shook his head quickly.

"Love me, Cas," Dean pleaded desperately, spasming slightly under Cas's touch, pushing himself further down on Castiel's finger. "I want you to make love to me all night long," he begged.

The angel gingerly rolled Dean to his back, then brought the hunter's legs up and wrapped them around his waist. He eyed Dean one more time. The hunter's eyes were closed, patiently, serenely. He almost looked asleep, except his mouth was turned up and his hands kept trying to find any part of Cas's skin that they could get to. Plus, his breathing was too irregular, and his body continued to tremble randomly.

Suddenly, Dean exhaled loudly. He could feel just the tip of Cas inside him, but it still seemed impossibly large. He inhaled sharply as Cas pushed in further. "You ok, baby?" the angel asked, stopping.

Dean nodded. "Yeah..." he breathed. "Yeah, keep going." The hunter's face contorted into a mix of pain and pleasure, his eyebrows knitting together and then relaxing again. He groped at Cas, wanting him closer, always closer. The angel pushed all the way in, and a small puff of air escaped Dean's mouth. Then his face relaxed into a calm grin.

Castiel pulled out and pushed back in a few times, ever so gently, coaxing Dean to open up more for him. The hunter acquiesced, each time becoming easier to penetrate. Cas lowered himself on top of Dean, the hunter's legs still hooked around his waist. He moved slowly, deeply up and down, in and out, so that Dean could swear he felt every inch inside his body. The angel's breath was hot and came in long inhales and exhales beside Dean's neck. "I love you," Cas started mumbling.