The Floodlands flutterbat

he was beyond himself, and entered her perhaps too roughly, which he immediately felt bad about. he paused to gauge her reaction, his breath hot against the back of her neck as he felt her trembling, but Cas was unable to speak, as the link between mouth and brain had effectively been cut off. the feeling of their bodies joining was unexplainable; he was fairly delirious with the pleasure of it. no wonder everyone wanted to do this all the time, damn.

the boy moved again, setting a more gentle rhythm for he and his mate, aud perked for any sound she might make. for, as completely enraptured as he was, Cas would stop immediately if Laika said otherwise. Blue Willow, progressive parent that she was, had of course informed her children about consent. 

but for now, he rocked against her as the sensations within his body built to a fever pitch.