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Photographer Cas and his camera shy boyfriend, Dean. Inspired by this (semi-nsfw).
Since the day they started dating, Castiel has been dying to get his boyfriend in front of his camera. In all his years as a photographer, he’s rarely seen someone as effortlessly beautiful as Dean. In Cas’ opinion, it’s a tragedy that Dean is also one of the most camera shy people he’s ever met. They’ve been dating for three months before Castiel gets so much as a snapshot of Dean and it’s three months more before he gets a proper photo of him.
They’ve been dating for nearly a year when he broaches the subject of taking pictures of Dean with his clothes off. He waits until after a particularly nice dinner and a couple of glasses of wine and until they’re under the covers in the bed of their tiny apartment, sharing chocolate-flavored kisses. With his lips pressed to the curve of Dean’s ear, Castiel steels himself for rejection.
“I want to take pictures of you, Dean,” Cas murmurs.
“You took pics yesterday,” Dean grumbles in return, his hand sliding lazily up Castiel’s back.
“Not that kind of pictures,” Cas says, following the words with a kiss to Dean’s ear. He pulls his head back and looks down at his lover in the faint moonlight.
“What kind of pictures, then?” Dean’s voice is guarded instantly, his hand stilling at the small of Castiel’s back.
“Like,” Dean says, his fingertips pressing into Castiel’s skin. “Like, naked pics?”
“Yeah,” Castiel answers with a nod. He brushes his thumb across Dean’s lips and smiles as he leans in close. “They’d be tasteful. And your face wouldn’t be in them at all.”
god - beautiful….