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“Your skin, it burns like cinder. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is?” Castiel shook his head while dropping his hand on Crowley's hip. The demon had pinned the angel between himself and a wall and pressed his manhood against Castiel's. Castiel smirked, his innocence blurring Crowley's thoughts. As it was one reason, why he liked teasing Castiel so much. His innocence, the fact that he was pure like freshly fallen snow. It made Crowley tick.
“What if someone hears us?” Castiel asked and laughed quietly. Crowley growled and nibbled on Castiel's earlobe. The angel smothered his moan into Crowley's neck. “Dean would kill me.”
“He wouldn't dare to kill an angel so immaculate.”
“You're flattering me...”
“Am I? Really? Are you that easy?” Crowley asked surprised. He turned his eyes downwards and started unbuckling Castiel's belt. “Well, then there's nothing else to do than continue, my angel.” Castiel, for the demon's amusement, giggled.
And with our bodies entwined we will know
Paradise
Intense pleasure blackened everything inside Castiel's head. He was unable to talk, to think anything. He moaned and moaned, pushing his hips against Crowley's to make him slip even deeper into him.
“Slow down, Castiel. We're gonna get there. I must say, you're a lot tighter than I expected.”
“And you're... well, bigger,” Castiel murmured and moaned again, this time louder than anytime before. Crowley moved his hips forward and felt his manhood slip easily deeper inside Castiel. The angel's eyes were glowing and he was trembling against Crowley, who was much more experienced and wasn't having any difficulties in adapting to Castiel's pace.
“I'm not that big,” Crowley said quietly. “Or am I?” He grinned and dug his nails deep into Castiel's thighs, making the angel burst underneath him with a quiet moan.
And at night under covers, as he's sliding into you,
does it set your sweat on fire?
At some point, it turned into making love. Crowley admitted it, when Castiel wondered why he felt the things he felt. Crowley started to hold Castiel close, he caressed his hair, cheeks, lips, neck. He put his fingers and tongue anywhere and everywhere to make Castiel moan, whine or cry out in pleasure.
There were those moments, when Castiel could just barely bite his tongue so he wouldn't say those three words which meant the end of everything they knew. And during those intense moments, Crowley could see what Castiel was about to say. The way the angel looked at him, the way he spoke, the way he touched.
Just pleasure turned into something more. Love.
Four simple letters, one word, filled with all those expectations, filled with reality, hopes, dreams. Filled with those quiet, late night moments somewhere far away where no one could see them. For a moment or two, the whole world stood still. Heaven or Hell, it didn't matter. All there was, was love.
Can you imagine a love that is so proud?
It never has to question why or how