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Dean groaned as Cas's warm hands worked their way down his back, slipping easily over his skin thanks to the oil he was using. Dean was laying on his stomach on their bed, arms tucked up under the pillow his head rested on. "Fuck, Cas, you have magic fingers," Dean said as Cas carefully worked out years' worth of knots from Dean's upper back. Cas was straddling him, hips resting lightly on the curve of Dean's ass as he worked. He chuckled as he massaged the skin with practiced precision. "I learned shiatsu from Japanese monks centuries ago," Cas mused, Dean sinking even further into the fuzzy headspace as he moaned with pure pleasure and relief. "Feels s'good," he mumbled, mostly into the pillow. Dean felt utterly surrounded by Cas, the warmth of not only his hands but his whole being enveloping him in the feeling of safety. Cas loved Dean like this, so pliant and relaxed, putty in his hands. The rest of the world seemed to vanish, narrowing down to the two of them, touches across their bodies and lips meeting like they had all the time in the world, because they did. They could stay as long as they wanted. There was no saving of the world to do, no people to save, and no things to hunt. They could just be, and it was bliss.
Dean's anxieties melted away like the knots in his muscles as he arched into Cas's touch. "Love your hands baby," Dean said, voice wracked with bliss. Cas managed not to blush at the praise. "Thank you," he said shyly and Dean managed a little laugh. "No, thank YOU. I'm gonna be like jelly for hours after you're done," he said, humming as Cas's hands caressed his neck much more gently than the previous motions had been. Dean felt the angel shift slightly so he could press a kiss to the nape of Dean's neck, leaving behind spots that radiated warmth to Dean. "Hopefully not too many hours," he mumbled as he pressed kisses down Dean's spine. Dean felt a rush of warmth pool in his gut as a smile played on Cas's lips against him. "Oh?" Dean asked, feigning ignorance. "Well of course, I need a massage too," Cas said playfully and Dean groaned in mock disappointment. Cas laughed, digging his fingers into the plushness on Dean's hips just above his waistband. "Just kidding, my love. I, of course, have other plans for you once we're done here." Cas's grip tightened momentarily and he dipped his fingers into Dean's waistband for a teasing moment. Dean had to stop himself from rolling his hips into the mattress as he felt himself begin to harden. "Tell me," he breathed, letting Cas get back to work on unwinding him. Cas smiled as he spoke. "First, I'll have you turn over so I can look at your eyes, and get lost in them for a moment while I finish up here. Then I'll pull you in close, and kiss you until you're breathless and nearly dying with need. Then I'll drag these off you-" he snapped the waistband of Dean's boxers, "-and take you in my mouth, so I can hear you beg for your release, but you won't come yet. Not until I say. I love hearing the pretty noises you make, Dean. Love the way your hands tug at my hair while I'm sucking your cock." Dean felt the temperature in the room raise by 10 degrees as he shifted, now getting uncomfortably hard against the mattress. Cas was just as affected by it as him, Dean could feel Cas's erection on the swell of his ass. "Then after I get you so close you're nearly crying to come, I'll slip a finger inside you to get nice and ready for my cock. Spread you open so carefully, get you nice and prepped so I can fuck you for hours. Nice and slow, just like this, until you can't even remember your own name. Then, after I've got you begging for it so nice and pretty, I'll make you come so hard you see stars, see whole galaxies when you fall over that edge," Cas said, punctuating each pause with more kisses and caresses of Dean's skin. Dean groaned as the tender touches ghosted over his skin. "Fuck Cas, love you so much," Dean said, rubbing back to see Cas's warmth. "Love you too Dean," Cas replied instantly, sitting back so he could roll Dean onto his back, planting a palm on either side of his head on the mattress. "Well? Let's get to it," Dean said with a smirk, as he was attacked by Cas's lips.
Dean loved spa day.