Castiel let the clothing slip off to the floor in favour of tugging her closer to him. No one had ever touched his bare skin before - he hadn't allowed Chastity to do so, nor could he remember anything from his time in the hospital after Van Nuys, save for a few blurry instances where he'd lashed out at the various doctors with the needles and latex fingers.
Grunting into her mouth, he slipped his hands down to tug one of her legs up further around his waist to grind against her. She was light and he was confident he could more than support her weight, but for what he was still confused.
He focused on the rhythm of her hips and copied it, studying her for any change.