Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

             in the scattered feathers on his bed with blankets
pulled around to make a large ‘nest’ shape, they laid 
quietly with only the soft sound of gentle twittering 
and chirping. cas held onto her body, using her stomach
as a pillow rather than the dozens layering the nest’s walls
and corners. her shirt scrunched up, exposing soft flesh where
cas rested his cheek on, but it didn’t stop there. in the soft
chattering, he rolled his head slightly to gift the female firebird
with a tender kiss to her stomach and a soft stroke to her hip.
she would only be treated with the most tender touch, after all,
she was the first female mate he had perused in quite a while.
not to mention she was absolutely beautiful and someone cas
would want to keep on his arm.