Lazy, tender sex. Saturday afternoons, among rumpled sheets spilling with sunlight. Slow, sloppy kisses, dotting up and down spines, legs, arms, faces. Quiet gasps, sweaty limbs all tangled together, dazed smiles. Cas laughing and Dean grinning, because only he is able to make Cas laugh like this, nose scrunched up and eyes bright. Dean on the phone, ordering pizza, trying to keep his voice steady as Cas trails his tongue up the sensitive inside of his thigh.