[ficlet] Untitled (Supernatural; Wincestiel)
"Untitled"
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Wincestiel
Rating: mature
Prompt: wincestiel, outside
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Grass-burns sucked almost as much as rug-burns, Dean decided, even as he pushed against the ground harder, angled his hips up to meet Cas’ thrusts, biting back a whimper (because Dean Winchester didn’t fucking whimper for anything, ok) at the sight of his brother leaning in to press a kiss to the side of Castiel’s neck, at the same time as his fingers worked their way inside of the angel, and the reason why Dean knew that was because he could feel Cas’ body shudder as Sam brushed against his prostate, the angel’s hips stuttering desperately against Dean’s own, chasing his fingers as Sam drew back, and Dean actually growled in frustration.
“Dammit, Sam, stop distracting him, fuck…!”
Sam sent an apologetic look his way, before murmuring something in Castiel’s ear that Dean couldn’t make out over the sound of his own harsh panting. Cas’ hips lost their pace again, and Dean glared at Sam, but then his brother smiled at him, even fucking winked, and Dean could feel it when he set his pace, fingers ramming into Cas, because Cas fell right into rhythm with him, and damn if Sam didn’t find the perfect pace to fuck Dean at, his little brother knowing everything about him already, teaching Cas how to do it, teaching their angel exactly how he liked it, and Dean did not whimper as he wound his arms around Cas’ neck, burying his hands in Sam’s hair, pressing all three of them together, pulling them down into the grass with him.
Cas had better heal his fucking grass-burns later or else there’d be hell to pay.
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Wincestiel
Rating: mature
Prompt: wincestiel, outside
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Grass-burns sucked almost as much as rug-burns, Dean decided, even as he pushed against the ground harder, angled his hips up to meet Cas’ thrusts, biting back a whimper (because Dean Winchester didn’t fucking whimper for anything, ok) at the sight of his brother leaning in to press a kiss to the side of Castiel’s neck, at the same time as his fingers worked their way inside of the angel, and the reason why Dean knew that was because he could feel Cas’ body shudder as Sam brushed against his prostate, the angel’s hips stuttering desperately against Dean’s own, chasing his fingers as Sam drew back, and Dean actually growled in frustration.
“Dammit, Sam, stop distracting him, fuck…!”
Sam sent an apologetic look his way, before murmuring something in Castiel’s ear that Dean couldn’t make out over the sound of his own harsh panting. Cas’ hips lost their pace again, and Dean glared at Sam, but then his brother smiled at him, even fucking winked, and Dean could feel it when he set his pace, fingers ramming into Cas, because Cas fell right into rhythm with him, and damn if Sam didn’t find the perfect pace to fuck Dean at, his little brother knowing everything about him already, teaching Cas how to do it, teaching their angel exactly how he liked it, and Dean did not whimper as he wound his arms around Cas’ neck, burying his hands in Sam’s hair, pressing all three of them together, pulling them down into the grass with him.
Cas had better heal his fucking grass-burns later or else there’d be hell to pay.