When Sam said I wanna show you something, Cas didn’t imagine that he would be sat, half past four in the morning, on a swing, or that Sam would push gently, so slowly, as they watched the clouds sigh gold.
Sam loves peanut butter. He especially loves the taste of it when he’s licking it off of Cas. He could spend hours exploring every part of his body, experimenting with different places and unable to decide which part of him tastes the best.
The only thing Sam loves even more is how much Cas loves licking peanut butter off of /him./
I need new blogs to follow.
Sam fucking Cas from behind, biting the spot between his shoulder blades, right where the roots of his wings meet, Grace flaring in Cas’s eyes, body glowing with angelic light, growling “harder," Sam biting down harder and feeling Cas’s body shake as he comes, curses in Enochian, Latin, and English spilling from Cas’s lips.