Castiel's lips fall open, but there's no sound, the noise getting stuck somewhere between chest and throat as his toes curl in ecstasy. It's a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he doesn't want to close them, doesn't want to shut out the image of Sam above him, those eyes that show even more warmth than the praise falling from Sam's lips.
And the fallen angel isn't ashamed to admit that a tear spills from the corner of his eye, a mixture of relief at hearing those words, and feeling so utterly raw inside out from the way Sam is making love to him. So instead he squeezes that hand tight, turns his head a little to nuzzle into Sam's palm, though he doesn't tear his eyes away from Sam's.
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Date: 2015-02-12 01:10 am (UTC)And the fallen angel isn't ashamed to admit that a tear spills from the corner of his eye, a mixture of relief at hearing those words, and feeling so utterly raw inside out from the way Sam is making love to him. So instead he squeezes that hand tight, turns his head a little to nuzzle into Sam's palm, though he doesn't tear his eyes away from Sam's.