And the Moment Lingers On - DCBB - Coda
Coda (R for sexual content)
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I guess I got some kind of burst of inspiration, and I've been re-reading dehavilland and I's hidden anthology of awesome, which is so incredibly awesome <3, so I decided to write this to go along with the fic. Takes place sometime a little bit after the fic ends.
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“Dean,” Cas murmurs from where he’s leaning back against the headboard, “Balth.” His voice is a little wrecked as he watches them kiss in front of him. Dean laughs into Balthazar’s mouth and pulls him closer, hands on his lower back, their chests flush against each other’s now, the blonde’s head forced to tilt back by the proximity.
“I think he’s enjoying himself.” Balthazar’s chuckle brushes against Dean’s lips as he pulls away for a moment, the only one of them in this equation who needs to breathe. But he brings the kiss back, hard, forceful, fingers curling into the other’s hair seconds later, green eyes glittering playfully. There’s always something flickering between them, some unknowable tension that burns fiercely, and it only rockets out of control when they get like this. Balthazar kisses back as good as he’s kissed, groaning into Dean’s mouth when teeth graze against his lips. The lips move from the blonde’s throat, kiss a line up to his ear.
“I think he’s not the only one,” Dean laughs lowly, enjoying the shudders that come from the body against him, his fingers running themselves under the hem of Balthazar’s shirt, skimming the lean muscles, crawling higher and then he’s gone. Pulled away with a smile. The Balthazar’s shirt is pushed up around him, and he watches Dean move back, breathing hard.
The sight sends arousal thrumming through him, but Dean turns away anyway, makes his way over to Cas who tilts his head up to smile at him, leaning over to press a soft kiss of his own to Dean’s lips. It’s so different, the two of them, the contrast. Cas is all soft touches and curiosity, but there’s a boldness hiding somewhere, still just out of reach. He’s still just learning though, every part of this all new to him. His fingers find Cas’s hips and still, letting the other do what he pleases, the tenderness of the touches after the intensity of Balthazar’s driving him crazy. In front of them, Balthazar gives a little half moan and crawls closer himself. Dean feels long fingers grazing up his spine. Attention Whore, he’s learned, and the thought is fond. Balthazar thrives on their gazes, on their touches, and the lack of them are the quickest way to drive him crazy. Lips bite into his shoulder.
“Hey Babe,” He says conspiratorially to Cas when the kiss ends once more, and he shifts so he’s facing forward, Balthazar kneeling on his one side, Cas on the other. And then he’s grinning and leaning forward, whispering something into Castiel’s ear. Blue eyes widen as he speaks, but there’s something determined in them, and they darken as the angel nods his agreement. They haven’t gotten as far as what he’s just suggested yet, going slow for Cas’s benefit, but tonight Dean is in a mood to push, just a little.
“And what are the two of you whispering about?” There’s a hint of a whine there and Dean laughs again, unable to resist pulling the other forward, almost onto his lap and kissing Balthazar again, hands resuming their trip up his body.
“The best way to use you,” he tells him, pulling away again and grabbing the hem of the blonde’s shirt lifting it up and throwing it to the side, fingers dancing around the planes of skin.
Balthazar huffs, but there’s amusement in his eyes and desire. “Really?” And his words are interrupted by a half groan as Dean skims a nipple, but the angel’s eyes are on Cas. “Is that what you and Dean were discussing, Cassy?”
“Dean thought we might try something out,” Cas nods, face flushing a little and Dean leans farther backwards as Cas reaches out, fingers twining with Balthazar’s, pulling him closer. “I quite agreed.” There’s an innocent kind of play on seductiveness
“Did you, now.” Dean can hear the approval in his tone. They both worry, he knows, that what’s happened to Cas will scar him forever, but to hear him like this, it eases something. He reaches down for Balthazar’s other wrist and squeezes momentarily. Balthazar’s gaze turning to him and he leans over and they kiss again. But softer this time, his fingers brushing rather than pulling through the other’s hair. Cas burrows in against his other side.
“Well then, tell me?” It’s almost a demand, soft moment over, and Dean hears Cas chuckle low in his throat; he tightens his grip around Balthazar’s head, the other keening into the touch. They all push each other somehow, and Balthazar pushes him to be harder than he usually is, likes the pain and the roughness just much as romance and soft touches. He sees it in the other’s bright eyes like a challenge and finds that somehow, he doesn’t mind at all, being pushed.
“I think you’ll catch on.”
Cas slides over so that he’s front of Balthazar, Dean moving to the side. The angel is naked now, stripped off all his clothing, and it still makes Cas slightly uncomfortable, Dean can see. But he doesn’t draw attention to it, because the other can handle it, wants to handle it, he knows. His take care of everything, keep everyone comfortable, reflexes are there and ready, but for now, he lets it go in favor of smirking at Balth and pulling him down where his fingers are still twined around his head, the other willingly moving where he’s directed.
Down and then forward, until he’s between Cas’s knees, his face turning to press soft lingering kisses to Cas’s thighs as he’s led into place. Balth is different with Cas too, more yielding, more careful.
“Are you positive?” he feels Balthazar’s head turn again under his fingertips, neck arching to look up at Cas from where he’s kneeling. For a moment, Cas hesitates, but then he nods, fingers clenching into the sheets underneath them. Balthazar smiles at him for a moment and then bends back over, Dean’s fingers following for a moment and then in control again, pulling him forward as his mouth opens, wrapping around the tip of Cas’ s half hard cock.
Cas gasps, arching, and the sound, along with the way Balthazar’s mouth opens, takes more, pushes forward, has Dean letting out a growl of his own. He let’s go of the other’s hair and leans forward instead to seal the sounds Cas is making between his lips. Cas surging into him when he does, low whines falling from his mouth, desperate for an anchor.
“Grab onto him.” He tells the angel between kisses, loud enough for Balthazar to hear, and Cas arches back, breath catching in his throat. “Show him what you want.”
He watches as Cas’s fingers lift slowly from the bed and move carefully to settle on Balthazar’s head - tentative.
Balth pulls away for a moment and Cas whines, the sudden loss making the care recede for a moment and the blonde smiles. “Pull,” Dean hears, and the sound goes straight through him, his fingers finding their way back onto Balthazar’s skin, tracing the line of his spine. “Do it Cassy, do whatever you want. It’s alright, you won’t break me.”
He hears Cas panting hard, watches as the other’s long fingers tighten and loosen and then tighten again, unsure, and then he pulls, just a little, brings Balthazar closer to him again, and when the other complies there’s something of a wonder in Cas’s eyes and then that flashes out too, replaced with want as he pulls again, Balthazar’s mouth wrapping around him once more.
“It’s good.” He hears Cas whisper, more groans and whimpers falling from his lips, but as moments draw by, he goes quiet again, mouth falling open, fingers twisted so hard in Balthazar’s hair it’s a wonder he hasn’t actually hurt the blonde. But angels he supposes, are built differently. His fingers dig a little into Balthazar’s skin. Half of him wants to strip the other completely, and fuck, just lift his hips up and...but he knows that would be too far, and they both agreed they’d wait it out until Cas was game too. He won’t go back on that.
Instead he leans back again and watches, turning to kiss Cas now and again, watches as Balthazar’s lips move across heated skin, the smooth expanse of his back stretching out across the bed. Watches as Cas’s fingers start to yank and pull as he writhes on the bed, eyes blown whenever he turns his head to find Dean’s gaze. It sets his own body on fire.
And then suddenly, one of Cas’s hands have left Balthazar, have closed around the back of his own head and pulled him into a searing kiss, deeper than any one Cas has ever initiated before. The angel’s body is taut, the vibrations of a moan running past Dean’s tongue and Cas clings to him as he falls over the edge, hips bucking up into Balthazar’s mouth. A moment later he goes boneless, loosening his grip and breathing hard as he pulls away, soft noises still falling out of his mouth. Breathlessly he leans over and presses open mouthed kisses to Dean’s lips, his shoulders, whatever he can reach, and then collapses back against the pillows.
Balthazar meanwhile has straightened, and when they connect, slam into each other more like, pent up energy on both ends it doesn’t take long for everything to reach its boiling point. His hands on Balthazar, Balthazar’s hands on him. Their mouths connecting, fingers scrambling, touching, feeling, a blur of clothes being thrown aside and skin. And they tumble down together, his hands wrapped around Balth, the blonde’s body rucked up against him, everything fading away to the pleasure.
In the end, they end up collapsed in a heap. Cas tucked into his one side, fast asleep, he doesn’t technically need it, but he’s learned to like it, especially after, well, these kinds of things. And Balth is on the other, head on Dean’s chest, looking at the ceiling, Dean’s fingers playing absentmindedly through his hair.
“I’m glad we did this,” he murmurs, but Dean can tell his thoughts have gone far away, past just this to some bigger meaning of the word.
He shifts a little and presses a kiss to the other’s forehead but stays silent.
Me too, he thinks, me too.
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