I had a Dream of Sastiel prt 2
Sam stepped back away from Cas and tried to clear his head. "Wait, you ignore me, you put up with me. Where is this coming from?"
Cas gazed into the hazel depths of Sam's eyes and and cocked his head. "Dean, I know. He is an open book." Cas began. "You make me nervous. You make me feel uncomfortable and unsure. You make me want to sit in your lap and curl my tongue around you nipples until you throw me over a chair and. . . " Cas noticed the layer of sweat beading up on Sam's forehed. "I'm sorry, was that too detailed."
Sam's mouth opened and only a small squeak escaped. He attempted again and his voice returned husky and thick. "I just, didn't know you. . . Tell me more about your dream. I think I can help."
They walked to the bed. Sam sat down and waited for Cas to join. But instead Cas walked back to the counter to rescue the abandoned bottle of honey. He returned to Sam's side and shrugged out of his trenchcoat. Catching the angel off gaurd, Sam grabbed the tie and pulled Cas's face to his own. "I was wondering." Sam smirked a bit under Cas's frightened gaze. "Do your lips taste like honey?"
Cas held his breath, thinking he would soon be kissing the young hunter as he'd wanted to do for so long. Instead, Sam's tongue slid out of his mouth and traced the line of Cas's lips. Cas moaned, wanting more from Sam and yet completely lost in the teasing sensation. He felt Sam's fingers dance down the buttons of his shirt, springing them open with ease. Finally, as the palms of Sam's hands flattened against bare chest, Sam's mouth devoured Cas's. Cas struggled to free Sam from his own shirt. Breaking lips for only moments to slip the soft fabric over Sam's head and free his strong chest and shoulders for Cas to explore.
The angel broke the kiss again. The rasp of their breathing filled the tiny room . Cas steadied Sam's torso as one studied a painting in a museum. He took in every fine stroke of skin, curve of muscle and dust of hair. His eyes dipped to the button of Sam's jeans, noting the way they now binded his growing arousal. Before the angel could think, he lay his hand across the bulge and squeezed softly at the hardness underneath.
"Shit!" Sam's voice broke Cas's trance. His hand flew from it's task. "No, no, you're fine Cas. You're more than fine. I just, wasn't expecting it." Sam unzipped his jeans and freed himself. He then grabbed Cas's hand and placed it back where it had been, without the fabric to hinder him.
Cas leaned into Sam's chest and curled his tongue around the already hard nipple and began slowly caressing the hardness beneath his fingers. Sam quietly sighed. Cas broke his mouth away from the hunter's chest and stretched to breath into his ear. "Sam." He started. His hot breath grazing the delicate skin of Sam's neck. "In my dream, you . . . spoke. Would you be able to. . . tell me now. I enjoy your voice."
Sam swallowed and tried to compose himself for his partner. "Cas, that feels amazing. Can I, do you want me to touch you?"
Cas leaned back to meet Sam's gaze. The blue of the angels eyes caught a passing headlight. "I want to taste you first." Cas cocked his head and waited for Sam to react.
The hunter leaned back on the bed. A loud moan escaped his mouth. He watched as Cas picked up the bottle of honey and balanced it above his hard dick. Cas flipped open the cap and squeezed the sweet fluid down onto Sam's awaiting body. He jumped as the cold goo drizzled on his dick and down to his thigh. Cas watched in awe, never taking his eyes off the swirling stream.
Finally, Sam threw his head back onto the bed. He closed his eyes and tried to study his breath. He was starting to lose the light headedness when the hot wetness of Cas's mouth began to slurp at the honey coating below his navel. Without warning, Sam yelled. He screamed Cas's name and grasped the angel's dark hair in his hand. "Please Cas, don't stop." More sound tumbled from his open lips as he thrashed his head against the bed. None of the sound made any words Cas was aware of.
The angel's mouth left Sam's erection for a moment. He licked his honey coated lips and looked up at the hunter. "That is how you spoke in my dream. I was wondering if that is really how you sounded when you were in the depths of carnal knowledge."
Sam's breath came shallow and quick. The absense of Cas's mouth sending him into shudders of need. "Please, Cas, please!" He sputtered.
"You have helped with my dream. I know now." A wicked smile played on Cas's lips as he hung over Sam's quivering member.
Sam waited for a moment, then sat up and pulled Cas to his feet. He ripped the dress slacks from the pale skin and yanked the underwear to the ground. In a swift motion he bent Cas over the bed and smacked the angels taut ass cheeks. "Isn't this what you think about when I'm around Cas?" He whispered in the angelic ear. "Me bending you over? Do you want me to do more?" He whispered his hand across Cas's hard cock. Cas whimpered and thrust himself at the air near Sam's hand.
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Cas gazed into the hazel depths of Sam's eyes and and cocked his head. "Dean, I know. He is an open book." Cas began. "You make me nervous. You make me feel uncomfortable and unsure. You make me want to sit in your lap and curl my tongue around you nipples until you throw me over a chair and. . . " Cas noticed the layer of sweat beading up on Sam's forehed. "I'm sorry, was that too detailed."
Sam's mouth opened and only a small squeak escaped. He attempted again and his voice returned husky and thick. "I just, didn't know you. . . Tell me more about your dream. I think I can help."
They walked to the bed. Sam sat down and waited for Cas to join. But instead Cas walked back to the counter to rescue the abandoned bottle of honey. He returned to Sam's side and shrugged out of his trenchcoat. Catching the angel off gaurd, Sam grabbed the tie and pulled Cas's face to his own. "I was wondering." Sam smirked a bit under Cas's frightened gaze. "Do your lips taste like honey?"
Cas held his breath, thinking he would soon be kissing the young hunter as he'd wanted to do for so long. Instead, Sam's tongue slid out of his mouth and traced the line of Cas's lips. Cas moaned, wanting more from Sam and yet completely lost in the teasing sensation. He felt Sam's fingers dance down the buttons of his shirt, springing them open with ease. Finally, as the palms of Sam's hands flattened against bare chest, Sam's mouth devoured Cas's. Cas struggled to free Sam from his own shirt. Breaking lips for only moments to slip the soft fabric over Sam's head and free his strong chest and shoulders for Cas to explore.
The angel broke the kiss again. The rasp of their breathing filled the tiny room . Cas steadied Sam's torso as one studied a painting in a museum. He took in every fine stroke of skin, curve of muscle and dust of hair. His eyes dipped to the button of Sam's jeans, noting the way they now binded his growing arousal. Before the angel could think, he lay his hand across the bulge and squeezed softly at the hardness underneath.
"Shit!" Sam's voice broke Cas's trance. His hand flew from it's task. "No, no, you're fine Cas. You're more than fine. I just, wasn't expecting it." Sam unzipped his jeans and freed himself. He then grabbed Cas's hand and placed it back where it had been, without the fabric to hinder him.
Cas leaned into Sam's chest and curled his tongue around the already hard nipple and began slowly caressing the hardness beneath his fingers. Sam quietly sighed. Cas broke his mouth away from the hunter's chest and stretched to breath into his ear. "Sam." He started. His hot breath grazing the delicate skin of Sam's neck. "In my dream, you . . . spoke. Would you be able to. . . tell me now. I enjoy your voice."
Sam swallowed and tried to compose himself for his partner. "Cas, that feels amazing. Can I, do you want me to touch you?"
Cas leaned back to meet Sam's gaze. The blue of the angels eyes caught a passing headlight. "I want to taste you first." Cas cocked his head and waited for Sam to react.
The hunter leaned back on the bed. A loud moan escaped his mouth. He watched as Cas picked up the bottle of honey and balanced it above his hard dick. Cas flipped open the cap and squeezed the sweet fluid down onto Sam's awaiting body. He jumped as the cold goo drizzled on his dick and down to his thigh. Cas watched in awe, never taking his eyes off the swirling stream.
Finally, Sam threw his head back onto the bed. He closed his eyes and tried to study his breath. He was starting to lose the light headedness when the hot wetness of Cas's mouth began to slurp at the honey coating below his navel. Without warning, Sam yelled. He screamed Cas's name and grasped the angel's dark hair in his hand. "Please Cas, don't stop." More sound tumbled from his open lips as he thrashed his head against the bed. None of the sound made any words Cas was aware of.
The angel's mouth left Sam's erection for a moment. He licked his honey coated lips and looked up at the hunter. "That is how you spoke in my dream. I was wondering if that is really how you sounded when you were in the depths of carnal knowledge."
Sam's breath came shallow and quick. The absense of Cas's mouth sending him into shudders of need. "Please, Cas, please!" He sputtered.
"You have helped with my dream. I know now." A wicked smile played on Cas's lips as he hung over Sam's quivering member.
Sam waited for a moment, then sat up and pulled Cas to his feet. He ripped the dress slacks from the pale skin and yanked the underwear to the ground. In a swift motion he bent Cas over the bed and smacked the angels taut ass cheeks. "Isn't this what you think about when I'm around Cas?" He whispered in the angelic ear. "Me bending you over? Do you want me to do more?" He whispered his hand across Cas's hard cock. Cas whimpered and thrust himself at the air near Sam's hand.
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