taste the flesh
"Fuck," Dean gasped out from between gritted pearly whites, head tossed back as a pair of hips met with his in not-so-sweet fashion. His eyes were screwed shut, upper body lifted off of the bed, blunt nails grasping for a hold on the others sweaty shoulder. "God fucking damnit, Cas."
"Such a dirty mouth," Castiel murmured, gazing down at Dean with hooded eyelids, "you need to realize how dirty it actually is.." His muscled shoulders flexed underneath Dean's fingertips as he leaned his body down, gently crushing his lips against the hunters. For a brief moment they stayed liplocked, bodies moving in sync before Dean forcefully broke the kiss, head jerking to the side to desperately suck in some form of air.
Just barely able to keep his tongue from rolling out of his mouth, the hunter managed to gasp out some strangled sentence out. "Fuck, Castiel!'
Out of nowhere, Castiel stopped.
It took Dean a moment to process, but it soon hit him that Castiel had fucking stopped. Neither of them had finished, so—why was he pulling.. why was he pulling away? ".. Cas?" Dean firmly grasped the angel's upper arm, eyebrows pulling together in slight concern. "Are you—-?"
"You said our safe word, Dean."
"What?"
Castiel now looked uncomfortable. "You said our.. you said our safe word, Dean." He repeated, head slowly tilting to the side. "Did you not remember that we had a safe word..?"
"..." Now Dean was angry. "Cas, did it look like I was in pain?"
"No?"
"Did it look like I wanted you to stop?"
".. No?"
"Then why did you stop?"
Cas stared at him intensely with those stupidly colored eyes of his. "Because you said our safe word. We agreed on 'Fuck, Castiel' being our safe word when things went too far. Did you not remember this conversation, Dean?"
Dean's palm met with his rapidly cooling forehead. "I give up."