So I wrote some smut?
Apparently I read the prompt a little skewed but here it is. ^_^;
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Written for the prompt: top!Dean, topping from the bottom.
bonus points for Castiel being uncomfortable in some way.
found at the Dean/Castiel Kink meme.
Author: Birddi
Title: What Does It Mean To Drive?
All said in done, Castiel still doesn’t think this is exactly what was meant when the fateful prophet wrote ‘and the angel Castiel raised God’s son up to the sky, and was awarded when Dean fell back upon the might of Heaven’. But as Dean once more sinks himself down upon Castiel’s flesh, pulsating around the cock of the man Castiel wears, Castiel can’t find it within himself to voice a complaint. Why should he when he’s brining such joy to his charge?
Dean’s tight grasp as he sheathes himself into his charge once more, the litany of words: harder, Cas, yes, more, fuck me harder….is expected. Welcomed, and send a thrill through his core to know that he’s brought Dean into the throes of ecstasy. He knows that Dean is a man, one accustomed to taking what he wants and it pleases him that Dean would want him. Not a pretty woman, a fling with blonde hair and long legs, or a hard meaningless escapade with a brunette with large breasts. But Castiel - an angel in the guise of a man, and recently the only man Dean would ever allow to penetrate him.
It was…in a word, heady, to have such explicit knowledge of being Dean’s only.
Even more fulfilling was the knowledge was of being Dean’s last. As all of man’s history could attest to it was an easy feat to claim one’s virginity, the title of one’s first, the new were the most naïve and the easiest to taste. It was much more interesting of a chase to be able to capture and keep the wily.
Still even as he claimed Dean, repeatedly with his borrowed vessel, and soon enough in Heaven (after their passing) his Grace would take Dean’s soul in an act of terrible beauty, of sanctified carnality, he was left…a smidgen….fainter than that really, but still, he was a tad…uncomfortable.
In all his knowledge of these matters, of Holy beings taking a human companion, none seemed to include the… insistence that Dean was so fond of.
It was…It was odd. It was unprepared for.
Castile could not fault Dean’s behavior, for Dean had (perhaps surprisingly) followed the prophet’s words. Dean had indeed ‘laid himself open to the power of the angel’ and his human lover had also ‘had become the bride of Heaven’s warrior’. Nor could he fault his own actions. He took the human man as one would a wife - with devotion and love. His flesh had pierced Dean, then as it did now.
Sliding in between tight clenching thighs, and into the only hole Dean’s body could prepare to accept him fully - soft hot muscle enveloping Castiel as much as it could. The human’s sweat gave Dean’s skin a smooth wet feel, something Castiel would forever be fascinated by. The perspiration and pheromones made Dean saltier under Castiel’s tongue.
Castiel took Dean’s shoulder in between his teeth and nibbled, wringing a high whiney noise from his mate. Dean became so clingy, so much more…more…oh, what would be the word…yes, insistent when Castiel applied pressure.
“Oh yes. To the right, harder! Cas, yes, more, a bit to the left, yeah, yeah. Left, left, ...your other left. Just like…Oh, oh… yes, fuck me harder, damnit. What did I tell you, right there, …yes! Come on, come on, push, push, push! Harder I said. Give it to me good.”
In his less charitable moments towards his father’s sense of humor, Castiel wondered where along the line that he had ever gained the impression that Dean would become submissive under him, or over him, as it seemed that Dean favored riding him as much as his human enjoyed driving his Impala.