Castiel wraps his hands around Dean's wrists and closes his eyes as he meets Dean's kiss, breath hitching in anticipation of all that he can do, here.
"It is my pleasure," he whispers, lifting first one and then the other wrist up and firmly fastening the chains. He leans back, taking in Dean, half naked and entirely at his mercy. It is, perhaps, more enticing than it should be. He holds his gaze as he drops to his knees, fingers deftly unfastening his jeans, tugging him down to his ankles in one swift movement.
"You are doing very well, Dean. You look very good to me, like this."
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Date: 2013-10-17 04:39 am (UTC)"It is my pleasure," he whispers, lifting first one and then the other wrist up and firmly fastening the chains. He leans back, taking in Dean, half naked and entirely at his mercy. It is, perhaps, more enticing than it should be. He holds his gaze as he drops to his knees, fingers deftly unfastening his jeans, tugging him down to his ankles in one swift movement.
"You are doing very well, Dean. You look very good to me, like this."