Fishblight Mire gold [m]

When Armand touched him it made a shiver run down Castiel's spine. Oh, it wasn't for lack of want - he wanted things he knew nothing about, he wanted things he had grown up being told wasn't right. Things that he had no rights to. "You do not know of what you ask," Castiel said, gravely voice softening just a bit - it had to be his age. Maybe that was why he gave so much more than he had to. "I do not have to use you." He said, trying to show strength in his resistance. 

How sad would it be to admit to him that he was so woefully inexperienced that he didn't know exactly he was to take the gift offered to him. He didn't want to disappoint but he also didn't want to take advantage. The closer that Armand got to him the more aware he'd be that he'd essentially pushed the male against a rock and a very hard place.