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Castiel was in complete control of his vessel.
In fact there were only two instances in which he would show any signs of fluster.
The first was the heat of battle. A good fist fight or monster attack would leave him bloodied and panting for air. Exhausted and visibly rattled, it would take a few moments for him to catch his breath afterwards and pop back into being his usual composed self.
The other was the heat of passion. He would sweat, his face would flush, and his soft black hair would stand on end, exquisitely ruffled.
Dean often made fun of him saying things like, “Hey Cas’ sex hair is back!” But Dean had no idea just how true that description was.
After the Winchesters were snug in their beds, drifting off to dreamland, Castiel would sneak into your room and slide between the sheets and your legs. Underneath the trench coat and business suit he was all lean muscles and strong arms; he was so much larger than he looked when standing next to Sam or Dean. They dwarfed him, making him seem so small, but you knew better. You knew that every bit of him was thick and juicy; it felt like heaven when the angel lay on top of you.
For hours every evening he would keep you awake, ravishing your body with his soft hands. He would devour your pussy with his big pink lips until you were wasted, crying out into the night, his name tumbling from your mouth like a prayer.
“Castiel…Castiel…Castiel…”
Orgasm after orgasm would wash over you, ebbing for mere moments only to roll into the next crest of pleasure as his Grace kept you constantly on the edge. You tugged at his hair as his tongue circled your clit, pulling and pushing his face where you wanted it. But Castiel needed no instruction, he knew every desire in your mind; he knew what every moan and twitch meant. He knew what you needed before you did, and he always delivered.
Castiel never seemed to tire of tasting your wetness. He only came back up after you begged him to stop; pleading to be filled by his heavy cock.
The angel would fuck you with such tenderness and skill that words would fail you; your mind would slip into utter bliss and your vision would blur until you were only able to focus on his bright blue eyes as he held himself above you. Castiel gave you everything and you handed yourself over to him in these moments, letting go of the rest of the world as you came together; your body shuddering beneath him as your name fell from his lips.
You would sleep soundly after, relaxed against his warm chest he watched you sleep. You knew he didn’t need to stay with you, he didn’t need the rest, but you loved nothing more than waking up next to him in the morning; his arms wrapped around you, his hair a perfect mess.