Fishblight Mire gold [m]

Castiel did not fear man. He had been through worse than what the golden child could do to him. He feared feeling though, after what he'd felt for Winchester and then the betrayal the dark male had done to him. Not only to help orchestrate the attack on his pack and family but to leave him? He could not say he felt anything for Armand, even as the male offered himself. He felt concern, he felt a desire to tend to him, but that was where it ended. Where it would have to end. 

Still his lips parted and a soft sigh left his maw when Armand's gentle touch stroked the fires he tampered down in himself. He felt it, the desire, the tension growing in him. But Armand drew away and he relaxed minimally as he watched the boy settle on the ground. For a moment he trembled, quivering and Castiel was drawn closer again, nuzzling briefly against the base of one ear, down to his scruff. "Are you cold?" He asked, laying his larger frame next to Armand's golden body. 

He dared not touch properly, not as he truly wanted to, because he suspected if he did he wouldn't want to stop.