Castiel nearly moans right there, but knows the rules better than to give in. But Sam's hand between his shoulder blades immediately brings back memories, of Sam's hand roughly grabbing him, of fingers in his hair, sharp slaps on his rear, punishments and rewards in the privacy of their bedroom, the semi-public of cheap motel rooms with thin walls, the back of car seats, public washing rooms and back alleys.
The tattoo is still fresh, the touch still burns a little. It goes straight between his legs, but the chastity device keeps him gentled. He merely looks up at Sam from underneath dark lashes. The stranger's hand hasn't moved from where it was grasping his thigh, fingers curling inwards. Now, the man is confused.
The poor soul doesn't know that Castiel is taken in the most thorough, encompassing way. Raising his hopes was, sadly, necessary. Pets occasionally urinate on their master's bed, but Castiel considers himself far above such tricks. No, he knows how to express his displeasure at being left alone and unattended for too long. He knows how to get a rise out of Sam, and gain almost more attention than he can take.
He almost regrets pushing quite this far as he imagines the effect this will have on Sam.
Almost.
"This is Otis. He was just telling me about the lovely home he's made of his truck, and has offered to show me."
No, Castiel isn't that naive, not any more. He knows that. Sam knows that. Everyone here knows that, except poor Otis, who is still too confused to remove his hand, perhaps considering if these two come in a package as he absent-mindedly rubs along Castiel's warm flesh.
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The tattoo is still fresh, the touch still burns a little. It goes straight between his legs, but the chastity device keeps him gentled. He merely looks up at Sam from underneath dark lashes. The stranger's hand hasn't moved from where it was grasping his thigh, fingers curling inwards. Now, the man is confused.
The poor soul doesn't know that Castiel is taken in the most thorough, encompassing way. Raising his hopes was, sadly, necessary. Pets occasionally urinate on their master's bed, but Castiel considers himself far above such tricks. No, he knows how to express his displeasure at being left alone and unattended for too long. He knows how to get a rise out of Sam, and gain almost more attention than he can take.
He almost regrets pushing quite this far as he imagines the effect this will have on Sam.
Almost.
"This is Otis. He was just telling me about the lovely home he's made of his truck, and has offered to show me."
No, Castiel isn't that naive, not any more. He knows that. Sam knows that. Everyone here knows that, except poor Otis, who is still too confused to remove his hand, perhaps considering if these two come in a package as he absent-mindedly rubs along Castiel's warm flesh.