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[godless_son]

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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[always_enduphere]

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."

[godless_son]

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.