Fic: The Demonstration - Dean/Cas - NC-17
Title: The Demonstration
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2000
Warnings: whipped cream, blow job, come play (? is that what it's called? IDK)
Summary: Castiel's watching porn. He has questions.
This was written for this prompt: Dean licking whipped cream off Cas' anything :D at the Waffathon
A/N: Another quickie (lol) PWP prompt fill. I'm enjoying writing these :D
Cas was watching porn again. It was awkward, to be sure, but Sam and Dean just rolled with it. Cas wanted to learn about sex and ‘love?’ Fine. Whatever. Too bad he probably wouldn’t let Dean perform a demonstration for him. Dean was bisexual and Cas was hot (or his vessel was hot or whatever) and he was definitely more than willing, but Cas was an angel. It seemed wrong somehow. Sure, he was the head angel upstairs or whatever and he was already watching porn, but still…
“I don’t understand the use of food in a sex act,” Cas said as he watched the football player lick chocolate off the cheerleader’s chest. “Those appear to be two distinct cravings. Why would you want to mix them together in such a way?”
“It’s something you wouldn’t understand unless you’ve tried it,” Dean said. He idly flipped through the book sitting on the table in front of him. Sam huffed a small laugh at Dean's response and continued typing away on his laptop trying his best to ignore the moaning and grunting coming from the television set. Castiel’s questions about sex were always so genuine and honest. He simply wanted to know why. In a way it was cute. Weird, but cute.
“Would you like to demonstrate for me, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes went wide as he stared at Cas. Sam stopped typing away on his laptop, equally stunned by the question, but refused to take his eyes off the computer screen.
“I told you to stop reading my mind, Cas.”
“Whoa,” Sam said as he shut his laptop and stood up from the table. “Look, I assumed you were banging already, but please, let me get out of the room before you start going at it…”
“What? No. We haven’t had sex yet.”
“’Yet,’” Sam repeated for emphasis. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and put it on. “Well, go on. Give him a demonstration, Dean. I’ll be… I think I saw a Starbucks down the street. They have free wifi. I’ll be there, alright?” He grabbed his laptop and cell phone and bolted for the door. “Text me when you’re finished,” he said as he shut the door behind him and disappeared into the night.
Dean looked back at Castiel who was still enthralled with the pornography in front of him.
“Forgive me. I assumed your brother was aware of your sexual attraction towards me. I did not mean to, uh, ‘spill the beans’ as it were.”
Dean shut the book at scooted it away from him across the table. All hope of reading was lost at this point. An angel- a very attractive angel- just propositioned him for sex. And his brother basically evacuated the room and he had absolutely no excuse to not act on it.
“What, and you’re alright with the fact that I want to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Cas stated as he slowly tore his gaze away from the porn. “Or I 'fuck' you. But I would like to try this first.” He pointed at the television screen where the jock was now licking and pinching the cheerleader’s recently chocolate covered nipples.
“Alright,” he said as he stood up from the table. They’d been in this motel room for about four days. There wasn’t much food accumulated yet, but he opened the fridge anyway hoping he’d find something to suit their needs. Smack dab in the middle of the shelf was a can of whipped cream that he’d bought the other day to put on his pie.
“We’re all out of chocolate, but hopefully this’ll do.” He grabbed the can and turned back around to look at Castiel. The angel had long forgotten the porn and was staring at Dean with a look of worry. “Hey, this was your idea. You wanna back out, just say so.”
“N-no,” Cas gulped.
“Then turn off the TV and get over here,” he said as he walked towards the bed. Dean set the can down on the nightstand and turned to look at Cas who was now standing awkwardly by the couch. He’d turned off the TV set at least, but he wasn’t moving anywhere near the bed. “Come here,” Dean said as he gestured towards himself.
Castiel hesitantly crossed the room, his eyes fixed on Dean’s, and stopped just a few inches in front of him. Dean didn’t know where to start. He’d imagined this- yes, no use denying that fact anymore- but it’d never been so clinical. In his mind it’d been frantic and hot and heavy or, hell, even romantic. This was just getting awkward. And Dean just wasn’t going to allow that to continue.
He reached up and angled Cas’ head before he dived into a deep, passionate kiss. Dean’s other hand looped around Cas’ waist and pulled him in as close as he could. There bodies were pressed tightly together. Cas stumbled at first, unsure of where to put his own hands, but he eventually settled on placing them both on Dean’s hips as if to steady them both.
Dean wasn’t about to keep it ‘steady’ though. He unexpectedly dipped Cas backward onto the bed, which got a confused grunt from the angel. Dean refused to break the kiss, though, and wound up sitting on Cas’ lap with his knees on either side of Cas’ hips. When he pulled back he found he rather liked the look of arousal on Castiel. His hair was messy again, like it was when they first met, and his pupils were dilated. His lips were parted and his breathing was heavy. Dean thought about the fact that Castiel didn’t need to breathe, but he was anyway. His body must have been just reacting without any input from the angel.
Dean pulled Cas’ tie lose and tossed it to the side. He quickly removed his own t-shirt before he started slowly unbuttoning Cas’ shirt. He looked up at Cas’ eyes and was surprised to find there was still a hint of worry there.
“You doing ok, Cas?”
“Yes… are you?”
“Me?” Dean laughed. “I’m more than alright. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Dean popped the last button and spread Cas’ shirt wide.
“I didn’t know what to say. We… angels don’t have sex, Dean.”
“Tell that to Balthazar. Or Gabriel. Or Anna.”
“Anna was a human at the time, Dean.”
“Gabe and Balthazar?” Cas didn’t have a response. Dean smirked and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the nightstand. He shook it and looked down at Cas again. “Thought so.”
“Gabriel and Balthazar knew what they were doing. I don’t.”
“So that’s what you’re worried about? Not knowing what to do?” Cas shrugged, which Dean thought was an awfully human gesture that he must have picked up from them. “Well don’t worry. Did the cheerleader look like she was doing much of anything? No. She was sitting there and enjoying it. So you just sit there and enjoy it, ok?”
He squirted small amounts of whipped cream on Cas’ nipples, which caused Cas to tense up. If it were chocolate they could have warmed it up, but the whipped cream was fresh from the fridge. Since Cas had apparently let his body function as normal at the moment he must have been cold. Dean bent down and licked some of the whipped cream off of the right nipple. Cas’ hands immediately grabbed onto Dean’s thighs and he inhaled sharply.
“You still with me,” Dean asked as he lifted his head to look at Cas.
“Yes. I… I think I understand why this can be considered a sexual activity now.”
Dean smiled and licked the whipped cream off the left nipple, swirling his tongue around gratuitously before sucking lightly. Cas full on moaned and Dean felt accomplished. This is what a first time should be like. Cas just needed to let go. Loosen up. Let himself enjoy it and stop worrying.
Dean sprayed whipped cream in a solid line down the center of Cas’ chest until he reached the brim of his pants. Dean set the can back on the nightstand and smirked at Cas. The angel was clearly enjoying himself at this point. His head was tilted back and his mouth was open and his fingers were gripping on tightly to Dean’s thighs.
“If you’re not careful you’ll leave handprints on my thighs,” Dean joked.
He started licking the line of whipped cream up his chest slowly. Dean let his hands wander to Cas’ belt buckle, which is carefully undone as his tongue trailed along the line of whipped cream. By the time he made it to the top of the strip Cas’ pants were completely open. Dean sat up and pulled Cas’ pants down to his knees releasing his already hard cock. Yes. He was definitely enjoying this.
Dean bent over to take Cas in his mouth.
“Wait,” Cas panted. Dean stopped mere inches from his dick and looked up at him. “Do you not want to put whipped cream on it?”
Dean laughed. “Nah, I want to know how you taste.”
“But why?”
“Because… I don’t know. I just do. That’s part of sex, Cas. You do what feels good. And right now, I want to taste you.”
They looked at each other for a moment. When Cas nodded, Dean continued and swallowed Cas whole. Cas screamed his name and buried his hands in the bed sheets. Dean hadn’t given a blow job in probably ten years, but he’d received plenty. He knew what felt good. A flick of the tongue here. Some suction right then. Keep a rhythm.
One of Cas’ hands found its way to Dean’s hair, but he wasn’t demanding. He seemed to be anchoring himself. A few minutes later when Cas’ fingers tugged slightly Dean knew he was getting close to an orgasm.
“Dean… Dean I think…”
I know, Dean thought. He really hoped Cas was abusing his mind reading right now because his mouth was otherwise occupied.
“I am… I’m… listening…”
You’re about to come, Cas. Just let it happen. Enjoy it.
Dean began to suck a little harder, hoping to drag Cas over the edge. Cas’ breathing got faster, his fingers tightened in his hair and in the sheets. And then Cas was shouting Dean’s name and coming down his throat. Dean swallowed every last drop waiting for Cas’ orgasm to subside. When it finally did he pulled off with a pop and laid down next to Cas on his back.
Cas looked over at him with wide eyes. And then he smiled. He actually smiled. A blissed out Castiel was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.
Dean reached over and grabbed the can of whipped cream again.
“Open your mouth Cas.”
The angel looked confused but complied. Dean squirted a little bit of whipped cream into his mouth and then leaned over to kiss him. The taste of come and whipped cream mixed together in a way that Dean didn’t find at all unpleasant. Judging by the way Cas was kissing him back, the angel seemed to like it too. And wasn’t that a bit kinky.
When the kiss ended Cas exhaled and looked at the ceiling.
“I hope you plan on giving me other demonstrations in the future. I quite enjoyed it.”
Dean smiled and rested against Cas’ side.
“Yeah. I’ve got a whole lesson plan.”
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2000
Warnings: whipped cream, blow job, come play (? is that what it's called? IDK)
Summary: Castiel's watching porn. He has questions.
This was written for this prompt: Dean licking whipped cream off Cas' anything :D at the Waffathon
A/N: Another quickie (lol) PWP prompt fill. I'm enjoying writing these :D
Cas was watching porn again. It was awkward, to be sure, but Sam and Dean just rolled with it. Cas wanted to learn about sex and ‘love?’ Fine. Whatever. Too bad he probably wouldn’t let Dean perform a demonstration for him. Dean was bisexual and Cas was hot (or his vessel was hot or whatever) and he was definitely more than willing, but Cas was an angel. It seemed wrong somehow. Sure, he was the head angel upstairs or whatever and he was already watching porn, but still…
“I don’t understand the use of food in a sex act,” Cas said as he watched the football player lick chocolate off the cheerleader’s chest. “Those appear to be two distinct cravings. Why would you want to mix them together in such a way?”
“It’s something you wouldn’t understand unless you’ve tried it,” Dean said. He idly flipped through the book sitting on the table in front of him. Sam huffed a small laugh at Dean's response and continued typing away on his laptop trying his best to ignore the moaning and grunting coming from the television set. Castiel’s questions about sex were always so genuine and honest. He simply wanted to know why. In a way it was cute. Weird, but cute.
“Would you like to demonstrate for me, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes went wide as he stared at Cas. Sam stopped typing away on his laptop, equally stunned by the question, but refused to take his eyes off the computer screen.
“I told you to stop reading my mind, Cas.”
“Whoa,” Sam said as he shut his laptop and stood up from the table. “Look, I assumed you were banging already, but please, let me get out of the room before you start going at it…”
“What? No. We haven’t had sex yet.”
“’Yet,’” Sam repeated for emphasis. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and put it on. “Well, go on. Give him a demonstration, Dean. I’ll be… I think I saw a Starbucks down the street. They have free wifi. I’ll be there, alright?” He grabbed his laptop and cell phone and bolted for the door. “Text me when you’re finished,” he said as he shut the door behind him and disappeared into the night.
Dean looked back at Castiel who was still enthralled with the pornography in front of him.
“Forgive me. I assumed your brother was aware of your sexual attraction towards me. I did not mean to, uh, ‘spill the beans’ as it were.”
Dean shut the book at scooted it away from him across the table. All hope of reading was lost at this point. An angel- a very attractive angel- just propositioned him for sex. And his brother basically evacuated the room and he had absolutely no excuse to not act on it.
“What, and you’re alright with the fact that I want to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Cas stated as he slowly tore his gaze away from the porn. “Or I 'fuck' you. But I would like to try this first.” He pointed at the television screen where the jock was now licking and pinching the cheerleader’s recently chocolate covered nipples.
“Alright,” he said as he stood up from the table. They’d been in this motel room for about four days. There wasn’t much food accumulated yet, but he opened the fridge anyway hoping he’d find something to suit their needs. Smack dab in the middle of the shelf was a can of whipped cream that he’d bought the other day to put on his pie.
“We’re all out of chocolate, but hopefully this’ll do.” He grabbed the can and turned back around to look at Castiel. The angel had long forgotten the porn and was staring at Dean with a look of worry. “Hey, this was your idea. You wanna back out, just say so.”
“N-no,” Cas gulped.
“Then turn off the TV and get over here,” he said as he walked towards the bed. Dean set the can down on the nightstand and turned to look at Cas who was now standing awkwardly by the couch. He’d turned off the TV set at least, but he wasn’t moving anywhere near the bed. “Come here,” Dean said as he gestured towards himself.
Castiel hesitantly crossed the room, his eyes fixed on Dean’s, and stopped just a few inches in front of him. Dean didn’t know where to start. He’d imagined this- yes, no use denying that fact anymore- but it’d never been so clinical. In his mind it’d been frantic and hot and heavy or, hell, even romantic. This was just getting awkward. And Dean just wasn’t going to allow that to continue.
He reached up and angled Cas’ head before he dived into a deep, passionate kiss. Dean’s other hand looped around Cas’ waist and pulled him in as close as he could. There bodies were pressed tightly together. Cas stumbled at first, unsure of where to put his own hands, but he eventually settled on placing them both on Dean’s hips as if to steady them both.
Dean wasn’t about to keep it ‘steady’ though. He unexpectedly dipped Cas backward onto the bed, which got a confused grunt from the angel. Dean refused to break the kiss, though, and wound up sitting on Cas’ lap with his knees on either side of Cas’ hips. When he pulled back he found he rather liked the look of arousal on Castiel. His hair was messy again, like it was when they first met, and his pupils were dilated. His lips were parted and his breathing was heavy. Dean thought about the fact that Castiel didn’t need to breathe, but he was anyway. His body must have been just reacting without any input from the angel.
Dean pulled Cas’ tie lose and tossed it to the side. He quickly removed his own t-shirt before he started slowly unbuttoning Cas’ shirt. He looked up at Cas’ eyes and was surprised to find there was still a hint of worry there.
“You doing ok, Cas?”
“Yes… are you?”
“Me?” Dean laughed. “I’m more than alright. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Dean popped the last button and spread Cas’ shirt wide.
“I didn’t know what to say. We… angels don’t have sex, Dean.”
“Tell that to Balthazar. Or Gabriel. Or Anna.”
“Anna was a human at the time, Dean.”
“Gabe and Balthazar?” Cas didn’t have a response. Dean smirked and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the nightstand. He shook it and looked down at Cas again. “Thought so.”
“Gabriel and Balthazar knew what they were doing. I don’t.”
“So that’s what you’re worried about? Not knowing what to do?” Cas shrugged, which Dean thought was an awfully human gesture that he must have picked up from them. “Well don’t worry. Did the cheerleader look like she was doing much of anything? No. She was sitting there and enjoying it. So you just sit there and enjoy it, ok?”
He squirted small amounts of whipped cream on Cas’ nipples, which caused Cas to tense up. If it were chocolate they could have warmed it up, but the whipped cream was fresh from the fridge. Since Cas had apparently let his body function as normal at the moment he must have been cold. Dean bent down and licked some of the whipped cream off of the right nipple. Cas’ hands immediately grabbed onto Dean’s thighs and he inhaled sharply.
“You still with me,” Dean asked as he lifted his head to look at Cas.
“Yes. I… I think I understand why this can be considered a sexual activity now.”
Dean smiled and licked the whipped cream off the left nipple, swirling his tongue around gratuitously before sucking lightly. Cas full on moaned and Dean felt accomplished. This is what a first time should be like. Cas just needed to let go. Loosen up. Let himself enjoy it and stop worrying.
Dean sprayed whipped cream in a solid line down the center of Cas’ chest until he reached the brim of his pants. Dean set the can back on the nightstand and smirked at Cas. The angel was clearly enjoying himself at this point. His head was tilted back and his mouth was open and his fingers were gripping on tightly to Dean’s thighs.
“If you’re not careful you’ll leave handprints on my thighs,” Dean joked.
He started licking the line of whipped cream up his chest slowly. Dean let his hands wander to Cas’ belt buckle, which is carefully undone as his tongue trailed along the line of whipped cream. By the time he made it to the top of the strip Cas’ pants were completely open. Dean sat up and pulled Cas’ pants down to his knees releasing his already hard cock. Yes. He was definitely enjoying this.
Dean bent over to take Cas in his mouth.
“Wait,” Cas panted. Dean stopped mere inches from his dick and looked up at him. “Do you not want to put whipped cream on it?”
Dean laughed. “Nah, I want to know how you taste.”
“But why?”
“Because… I don’t know. I just do. That’s part of sex, Cas. You do what feels good. And right now, I want to taste you.”
They looked at each other for a moment. When Cas nodded, Dean continued and swallowed Cas whole. Cas screamed his name and buried his hands in the bed sheets. Dean hadn’t given a blow job in probably ten years, but he’d received plenty. He knew what felt good. A flick of the tongue here. Some suction right then. Keep a rhythm.
One of Cas’ hands found its way to Dean’s hair, but he wasn’t demanding. He seemed to be anchoring himself. A few minutes later when Cas’ fingers tugged slightly Dean knew he was getting close to an orgasm.
“Dean… Dean I think…”
I know, Dean thought. He really hoped Cas was abusing his mind reading right now because his mouth was otherwise occupied.
“I am… I’m… listening…”
You’re about to come, Cas. Just let it happen. Enjoy it.
Dean began to suck a little harder, hoping to drag Cas over the edge. Cas’ breathing got faster, his fingers tightened in his hair and in the sheets. And then Cas was shouting Dean’s name and coming down his throat. Dean swallowed every last drop waiting for Cas’ orgasm to subside. When it finally did he pulled off with a pop and laid down next to Cas on his back.
Cas looked over at him with wide eyes. And then he smiled. He actually smiled. A blissed out Castiel was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.
Dean reached over and grabbed the can of whipped cream again.
“Open your mouth Cas.”
The angel looked confused but complied. Dean squirted a little bit of whipped cream into his mouth and then leaned over to kiss him. The taste of come and whipped cream mixed together in a way that Dean didn’t find at all unpleasant. Judging by the way Cas was kissing him back, the angel seemed to like it too. And wasn’t that a bit kinky.
When the kiss ended Cas exhaled and looked at the ceiling.
“I hope you plan on giving me other demonstrations in the future. I quite enjoyed it.”
Dean smiled and rested against Cas’ side.
“Yeah. I’ve got a whole lesson plan.”