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mous → pssst can you write casturbation? :D
*fans self*:
Being human came with its…difficulties.
Sure, he liked eating food, and he liked trying new experiences but this experience had not been on his to-do list.
Castiel had heard about this facet of human life, he knew about sex, he knew about procreation, but pleasuring one’s self had never seemed very practical. There were a lot of human things that Castiel found he didn’t like, even though he thought he would like…so he was pleasantly surprised when he realized he had been wrong about masturbation all along.
The way his body felt as he slid his hand up and down his hardened cock, the way his heart beat quickened with each pump of his wrist, and how he could not keep the soft moans and whimpers from escaping his throat. The closer he came to orgasm, the more his body tightened and coiled; he would dig divots into the mattress with his toes as they curled, and a bead of sweat would trickle down his ribcage as he pumped his wrist faster.
His breath would come in quick, short gasps, and his eyes would flutter desperately as he brought himself closer to climax. Sometimes, he liked to power through the experience, making himself come quickly…and then there were other times when he would rub his hands all over his body, pretending they were Dean’s, moaning and begging please for release, teasing the sensitive head until a bead of pearly white would appear on his palm.
Heat would pool in his stomach and then the overwhelming desire to pump his hips would drive him close to the edge of the bed, as finally release came, and he made a sticky mess on his hands and stomach. He tried to be quiet, but he was never good at silencing himself.
He had no idea that Dean was listening on the other side of the door. mous → pssst can you write casturbation? :D
*fans self*:
Being human came with its…difficulties.
Sure, he liked eating food, and he liked trying new experiences but this experience
*fans self*:
Being human came with its…difficulties.
Sure, he liked eating food, and he liked trying new experiences but this experience had not been on his to-do list.
Castiel had heard about this facet of human life, he knew about sex, he knew about procreation, but pleasuring one’s self had never seemed very practical. There were a lot of human things that Castiel found he didn’t like, even though he thought he would like…so he was pleasantly surprised when he realized he had been wrong about masturbation all along.
The way his body felt as he slid his hand up and down his hardened cock, the way his heart beat quickened with each pump of his wrist, and how he could not keep the soft moans and whimpers from escaping his throat. The closer he came to orgasm, the more his body tightened and coiled; he would dig divots into the mattress with his toes as they curled, and a bead of sweat would trickle down his ribcage as he pumped his wrist faster.
His breath would come in quick, short gasps, and his eyes would flutter desperately as he brought himself closer to climax. Sometimes, he liked to power through the experience, making himself come quickly…and then there were other times when he would rub his hands all over his body, pretending they were Dean’s, moaning and begging please for release, teasing the sensitive head until a bead of pearly white would appear on his palm.
Heat would pool in his stomach and then the overwhelming desire to pump his hips would drive him close to the edge of the bed, as finally release came, and he made a sticky mess on his hands and stomach. He tried to be quiet, but he was never good at silencing himself.
He had no idea that Dean was listening on the other side of the door. mous → pssst can you write casturbation? :D
*fans self*:
Being human came with its…difficulties.
Sure, he liked eating food, and he liked trying new experiences but this experience