Body spent and mind spinning, Dean leans instinctively into the warmth at his front, Castiel's cock shockingly hot against the cooling mess on his belly. He groans, tilting his head to rest against Castiel's shoulder, and parts his lips to mouth against his throat.

"Yeah," he sighs, and the ache has subsided, but it's not gone. In the back of his mind, Dean knows it won't be until Castiel has come. "I want it, too, Cas."