Short Fic: A Little Piece of Heaven ~ Castiel/Dean
Title: A Piece of Heaven
Author: Heavenreturned
Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble but I’m too dang wordy.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cas/Dean
Disclaimer: I don’t own (pouts)
Word Count: 355 without these ‘notes’
Thank you to sakasama_no_cho for beta’ing for me
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He groaned at the continued onslaught against his prostate. They’d been in this position for what felt like hours, but it had likely been only a few minutes. His Angel knew how to make his body sing, at the same time making his soul cry out.
He let out a soft keening sound as the Angel’s hands hooked his shoulders and yanked him down rather harshly. Cas was seated in a chair legs splayed and Dean himself sat in his lap, back against the other’s chest. Castiel’s cock was buried deep in his body.
This was possibly Castiel’s favorite position as it left the expanse of Dean’s back and neck open to biting and suckling; and then there was his mark.
Dean whimpered, actually whimpered , when a hand trailed across his nipple. Fingernails just grazing enough to cause the start of pain. He had nothing to grab onto in his current position so he held on to Cas’s arms, fingernails biting into the soft flesh.
As they rocked, bodies’ slick with sweat and spit, Dean felt complete. Something he rarely felt. He assumed these sweet moments of connection with his Angel were the closest he would ever come to Heaven.
“Cas,” he choked out hoarsely, feeling himself closing in on completion. The Angel’s hand began trailing up his arm, and Dean knew that Cas was just as close as he was. While their lovemaking, for that is what it was, was never dull, one thing remained the same.
Cas’s hand closed over the scar and teeth sunk into his neck and his world went white a sharp yell echoing in the small room.
When he came to he was shaking, Castiel’s hands gently stroking along his leg and his brand and still buried deep within his body. Sighing he looked over his shoulder and his lips were taken in a gentle caress; he shuddered. He had needed this, a bit of peace, a small glimpse of Heaven.
“Love you Cas.” He sighed softly into the still room; both content to stay where they were for as long as the world and Heaven let them be.
Author: Heavenreturned
Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble but I’m too dang wordy.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cas/Dean
Disclaimer: I don’t own (pouts)
Word Count: 355 without these ‘notes’
Thank you to sakasama_no_cho for beta’ing for me
**^^**^^*^*^*^*
He groaned at the continued onslaught against his prostate. They’d been in this position for what felt like hours, but it had likely been only a few minutes. His Angel knew how to make his body sing, at the same time making his soul cry out.
He let out a soft keening sound as the Angel’s hands hooked his shoulders and yanked him down rather harshly. Cas was seated in a chair legs splayed and Dean himself sat in his lap, back against the other’s chest. Castiel’s cock was buried deep in his body.
This was possibly Castiel’s favorite position as it left the expanse of Dean’s back and neck open to biting and suckling; and then there was his mark.
Dean whimpered, actually whimpered , when a hand trailed across his nipple. Fingernails just grazing enough to cause the start of pain. He had nothing to grab onto in his current position so he held on to Cas’s arms, fingernails biting into the soft flesh.
As they rocked, bodies’ slick with sweat and spit, Dean felt complete. Something he rarely felt. He assumed these sweet moments of connection with his Angel were the closest he would ever come to Heaven.
“Cas,” he choked out hoarsely, feeling himself closing in on completion. The Angel’s hand began trailing up his arm, and Dean knew that Cas was just as close as he was. While their lovemaking, for that is what it was, was never dull, one thing remained the same.
Cas’s hand closed over the scar and teeth sunk into his neck and his world went white a sharp yell echoing in the small room.
When he came to he was shaking, Castiel’s hands gently stroking along his leg and his brand and still buried deep within his body. Sighing he looked over his shoulder and his lips were taken in a gentle caress; he shuddered. He had needed this, a bit of peace, a small glimpse of Heaven.
“Love you Cas.” He sighed softly into the still room; both content to stay where they were for as long as the world and Heaven let them be.