quit-reset-try again {destiel}

the bliss

Smut/slight trigger warning

Cas woke up to a face full of familiar smelling fabric. Alarmed and confused, he panicked and forcibly shoved the offending item away and onto the carpeted floor. It was only when it let out a yelp of indignation he realized it was Dean, and promptly burst out into uncontrollable laughter.

"That was rude." Dean scoffed, a large smile growing at hearing the sound of his loves laugh.

"I'm hurt. My heart is bruised." He pouted, eyes bright and amused.

"Would a kiss make it better?" Cas offered, a shy smile tailing the fading laughter.

"Two might?" Dean countered, clambering back up onto the mattress. Cas shifted so he was sitting in-between Dean's legs, the shy smile coupling a pair of puppy dog eyes.

Dean groaned, amused by the hesitation, and hauled his soulmate onto his lap, smiling at Cas' squeak of surprise. Wrapping his muscled arms around Cas' slim waist and locking his warm hands behind Cas' t-shirt covered back, Dean smiled gently.

"Is this okay?" He asked, rubbing his thumbs up the bottom of Cas' spine. He chuckled at Cas shiver and ignored the feeling that shot down his own spine.

Cas nodded, and leaned in, pressing to quick pecks to each of Dean's perfectly sculpted cheekbones.

"Were those my two kisses?" Dean pouted again.

"Unless...." Cas trailed off, nervously nibbling his lower lip with perfect teeth.

"Unless....." Dean copied, smiling at the small grin that reoccupied Cas' pale lips.

"Unless you want to combine them?" Cas ducked his head, ashamed of what he was suggesting. Dean slipped two fingers under Cas' pale chin and gently coaxed it up, allowing the two intertwined souls eyes to meet.

"I would very much like that." Replied Dean, softly moving his hand to cup Cas' face, rubbing his thumb along the marble cheekbone of his true love.

"Purely to make you feel better, of course. Strictly medical."

"Oh of course, of course."

Dean slowly and hesitantly leaned in, meeting Cas' lips gently with his own. Tilting his head slightly, their lips slotted together, turning it from a peck to something more.

Cas' left hand found Dean's, slender and pale fingers looping with rough tan ones, fitting together as perfectly as their lips. His right moved from its place on the bed to copy Dean's, thumb rubbing along the perfectly shaped, freckled jawline of his soulmate.

Dean remained gentle and hesitant, keeping his mouth closed, merely letting their lips to fit together in a soft embrace, afraid to push Castiel to far. This continued for a few moments, lips moving in synchronization as if it was choreographed dance.

With a frustrated groan, Cas shifted his lean body so he was almost impossibly close to Dean, still on his lap, and darted his silver tongue out to brush across Dean's peach tinted bottom lip.

Dean pulled away carefully, almost moaning at the look of Cas, lips deep pink and slightly swollen, raven bedhead even more ruffled, agate sapphire eyes wide, and pupils dilated with love.

"Are you sure you want to go there?" Dean questioned, concern lacing his deep whiskey voice. Cas responded by flipping them, him now on top, Dean pressed into the old mattress, slight fingers wrapping around bronze wrists and jade eyes wide with shock.

"I am not fragile Dean Winchester." Cas growled, and if that wasn't the hottest thing Dean had seen since they'd last done this, years ago, then Dean didn't know what arousal was anymore.