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Castiel sits back on his heels for a moment, considering Dean's words and tones. He's not been worried; he hasn't been trying to fix it. He doesn't seem disappointed.

He will still want Castiel just the same.

"Later," he murmurs, pulling Dean's pants and underwear down just enough to swallow him down.

It is my birthday, he pushes into Dean's mind. I want to hear how much you like this. I want to hear that you love me.

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"Yeah, but," Dean begins, gearing himself up for an actual conversation with his dick hanging out, but then Cas opens his mouth and takes him down again, and Dean forgets for a moment how to breathe. The words echo in his mind, and when he can get enough blood in his brain to comprehend them, Dean exhales in a rush, letting the groan building in his chest break free.

"We're like to get," he pants, "Arrested like this, Cas."

Let them try, Castiel thinks, moving Dean's hand around to grip at Castiel's hair. He pulls on his hips, trying to get him to move, to take his mouth.

I love you so much. I'm falling and I'm frightened but it's a good thing, Dean. You make me brave and you make me happy and you make me ache all the time for all the things I want to do to you.

"Cas," Dean gasps, sinking fingers into his hair, trying to hold on to the heavy things he's saying but it's so difficult when Castiel's mouth is so warm. His hips shift forward of their own volition, and Dean groans again, his eyes half open to look at him. "Yeah, I love you, too."

Castiel is going to make a list, a list of all the things he wants and loves to do to Dean in case he falls faster than he anticipates.

He sucks harder, finger moving around to slide into Dean with no warning as he thinks about it, as he pushes the images to Dean.

He wants to fuck him, holding him up against a wall with no strain or effort. He wants to hold him down and push into him, push his grace into Dean's soul again and light him up. He wants to hurt Dean in all the ways that Dean needs and revel in healing him. He wants so much he thinks he could drown in it, never stop thinking of things that he wants.

Dean makes an undignified sound that tapers into a groan at the sudden intrusion, pressing back against the touch. Rough and just painful enough, it's the perfect counter to the litany of images Cas presses into his mind. Dean's come a long way from needing to be beaten just to sleep, but he still needs this, pleasure that refuses to come easy.

"Yeah," Dean gasps out, "I want that. All of that."

At that, Castiel hums around Dean, lifting him off the ground with one hand, shrugging Dean's leg onto his shoulder as he pushes another finger into him.

He's afraid, afraid he won't be able to please him, give him what he needs if he falls fully but he'll think of something to make it up to him. Whatever Dean needs, he'll figure it out.

Tonight, he thinks, sucking hard as his fingers crook, trying to light Dean up from the inside. All of it, tonight. It's what I want from you for my birthday. I want to make you come all night.

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