Fic: Forgot the Whipped Cream
Title: Forgot the Whipped Cream
Author: sparseparsley
Rating: NC-17
Genre/Pairing: PWP, Dean/Cas
Wordcount: 3k
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Rimming, light bondage
Summary: Dean finds out Cas has a thing for strawberries and plans accordingly.
Author's Note: Sticky, strawberry scented, somewhat shmoopy porn based on one of the entries at Notesfromdeanandcas. Specifically, this one. Posted with permission from the creator of the blog.
Dean shudders as Cas' mouth finds its target again, a gruff whine crawling out of his throat. He's naked and laid out on the scratchy cover of a motel room bed but it barely registers as Cas sucks away the shiny, sweet juice covering Dean's left nipple.
"Fuck. Cas."
The strawberries had been Dean's idea, thought up after watching Cas pick them out of Sam's fruit salad (gross) three lunches in a row. It took a while after that to find the time and privacy to hit up a sex shop but oh, yeah, worth it. They haven't gotten to the strawberry flavored lube yet but there are still about a billion levels of good to go under the current one before they hit 'not good'.
Cas sits up a little from where he'd been leaning over Dean, one hand moving to his chest to thumb gently at the nipple he was sucking. He reaches over to the tray and plucks the last whole berry from among the pile of leafy, half-eaten tops.
They've been at it for a while now, though so far Cas hasn't gone lower than Dean's stomach other than to take his pants off. Which he had to do himself because he handcuffed Dean to the motherfucking bed. Seriously, what the fuck? Like wanting to get his hands on Cas while Cas has his hands all over him is a bad thing. Dean tugs at the cuffs for the dozenth time, adding a jangly note to the low sounds of mouth on skin and the faint noise of traffic filtering into the room from outside. The cuffs don't give any. Understandable, since they're his, but there's something heavy, almost forcibly soothing, about the feeling he gets each time he reaffirms that yeah, he's not going anywhere.
He watches as Cas brings the strawberry to his lips and sucks it in with a nearly inaudible mmm, mouth sliding slowly from narrow tip to thick center . It's like a flashback or a sense memory, how the sight reminds Dean of the first time Cas had sucked him off, tortuously slow and indulgent. His hips flex up at the memory, stiff cock falling to one side with a trail of precome. God, he is so ready to move on no matter how good the tender ache in his nipples feels.
But Cas is not with that plan at all. His teeth bite through the flesh of the berry, juice adding to the shine of his mouth as he sucks at the bisected top. He smiles in tasty contentment as he swallows the rest of the berry and it shouldn't be that hot, but Dean knows what's coming next and it totally is. With a final lick of his lips, Cas settles his bare-ass body half on top of Dean's and slides a thigh between his knees. Dean can feel Cas' dick pressed to the side of his leg and he rubs against it, trying to get Cas as interested in speeding this up as he is. Cas just shakes his head and pulls his hips away as he leans over Dean's chest. Dean tosses his head back in frustration. "Come on, Cas, I know you want it just as bad as I do-" He cuts off with a low gasp as a chilly, wet sensation covers his nipple. He lifts his head again to watch Cas press the top of the half-eaten strawberry to the tight nub, twisting against it as his mouth finds the other nipple and tongues it gently.
It's a weird feeling, and Dean had laughed and squirmed the first time he did it, but the cool, pulpy feel has really started to grow on him. Still, he can't help a little smart-assery. "Those aren't tiny juicers, y'know." Cas bites in retaliation, hard. "Ah! Motherfuck, Cas!" He sucks in a breath as Cas bites again, the tug of his teeth sending bursts of heat down Dean's body. "Jesus..." Cas slides further over his chest and switches the strawberry to the other nipple before attacking the one coated in pink juice. He's all tongue and hard, sucking mouth, drawing a deeper ache into Dean's skin. Dean arcs up, wanting more or trying to get away, he's not sure. But apparently Cas has sucked all the flavour he can off that nipple and he switches to the other one again. It goes on like that, one nipple and then the other, until Dean thinks he can't take much more of Cas' mouth latched onto him like a vacuum seal, tongue and teeth giving contrasting bites of sensation to the constant suction. His entire chest feels like one giant hickey and his cock is so hard that it's standing up by itself now.
"Please." His voice is hoarse and embarrassingly weak. "Cas, please, come on, this is- this is just fucking cruel, man."
Cas pauses and lifts up, letting Dean see just how red and abused his nipples look. "You want me to move on?" He leans down again to give one nipple a long, heavy lick.
Dean shudders and yanks hard at the cuffs wrapped around his wrists. "Yeah, yes, please, you're fucking killing me here." He rocks his hips up against Cas, subtle as a slap. "We haven't even touched the lube yet. I tested it, it's good, I promise."
Cas smiles and it's not exactly comforting. "Yes, Dean." He kneels up, dropping the nearly disintegrated berry onto the tray and picking up a garish pink and red bottle. "Can you turn over with your hands trapped?"
Alright, now they're getting somewhere. "Yeah, I think so." Dean twists around, hunching further up the bed to give his arms more freedom, and eventually makes it over to his knees with his hands wrapped close together around the top of the headboard. He turns his head to the side and gives Cas a smirk. "Easy."
Cas drops his gaze with a smaller, matching smirk, turning the bottle over in his hands. "Good. Let me know if you get uncomfortable holding that position too long."
Dean turns back to the wall. "Will do." How long could it take, any way? Cas has some scary stamina but rarely shows it off; he's usually the more impatient one between them when he finally gets his dick in Dean's ass. Dean widens his knees and leans forward a little, preparing for the feel of slick fingers. What he gets instead is a dry, warm tickle just at the top curve of his ass. "Did, uh, did you just kiss my ass? You know I don't mean that literally when I say it, right?" All he gets for that is a snort that sends a warm puff of breath over his skin.
The snap of the bottle is all the warning Cas gives before slicked up fingers are tracing up and down the cleft of Dean's ass. The strawberry smell is stronger that the actual berries were, but not overpowering (and that was an interesting day, sneakily trying out lube scents in the middle of a mall sex shop, they should really have tester bottles). "Mmm, yeah." Dean sighs and relaxes, resting his head against his hands.
The fingers move slowly, teasing at his hole, only pressing instead of pushing in. Whatever, if Cas wants to tease some more then- "Uhn!" His entire thought process shorts out at the feel of something hot, thick and above all, wet, following the trail of lube down his ass. That was a tongue, that was definitely a tongue. "Cas, wha-"
Cas hums distractedly as he moves down Dean's ass with tiny, lapping licks. Dean hovers on the edge of ending this; he knows Cas would stop if he honestly asked him to. And he knows Cas has wanted to do this for a while now, only to be deterred by Dean shifting away or distracting him with hands and mouth. He doesn't know why Cas wants to, it's no place Dean has ever wanted to stick his tongue. But Cas' tongue and, fuck, his lips are pressed firmly against Dean's hole now and it's... okay it's kinda gross but it feels God damn good, too and this whole idea was for Cas any way. So, fine, whatever, he's gonna get his ass eaten out.
He must have tensed up because he feels his body go loose and relaxed again with the decision. Cas makes a happy noise and lays an almost insultingly soothing pat on Dean's lower back before moving down to palm and push at his ass cheek, opening him wider. Dean tries not to squirm at that as Cas' other hand spreads more sweet scented lube over his hole. Then Cas' tongue is back, pushing in and dragging over, circling around the sensitive, puckered skin. Dean's breath stutters through him as a strange, fluttery feeling takes hold in his stomach. It feels so much better than he thought it would, when he let himself think about it.
Cas pauses to add more lube and then he's back again, mouthing wetly at Dean's ass, tongue pushing the slickness in and pulling it out with the same movements, like he's seasoning the flavor with Dean's skin or something. His tongue slides in particularly deep and Dean has to grip hard at the headboard to keep himself under control. "Fuck. Do that again." Cas obliges, dispensing with fingers and just dribbling the lube straight onto Dean's ass before pushing it in deep with his tongue. Dean can't help it, he thrusts back against Cas' face, moaning low and guttural.
Over his own noises, he can hear the sounds Cas is making. Groans and hums of pleasure, yeah, but also just these incredibly obscene wet-on-wet sounds. Loud slurps and smacks that make him want to curl away in red-faced embarrassment but at the same time they're just so honest. Cas is so into this, into Dean that he doesn't seem to give a shit what it sounds like. At this point, Cas isn't so much eating him out as just eating him and Dean can feel how soaked with drool and lube he is now, how it drips down and tickles at his balls.
He's panting hard now, rocking his ass back into Cas' waiting mouth. It feels amazing every time Cas fucks his tongue in, dirty and hot and his cock is so hard it's bobbing against his stomach. Then Cas is shifting down and licking at his balls, the pointed tip of his tongue following the trail of wetness back up to Dean's ass and Dean clenches his teeth around a strangled groan. "Jesus! Cas, please."
Cas pauses and Dean can feel him rest his stubbled cheek against Dean's ass. "What?" His voice is thick and heavy.
"I gotta come, man. Just... just undo my hands and I'll do it myself, come- uh!" Cas' thumb slips into his ass as he talks, circling around inside him smooth and easy. He thrusts back against it eagerly. "Yeah, yeah, come on, fuck me, come on, you know you want to, Jesus."
The thumb stops and pushes down, holding Dean open. Cas lifts his head and Dean feels a cool, hard something at his ass. "No. I'm not done yet." Dean can't place the feeling for a second and then something starts to flow into his ass and he realizes. It's the bottle, Cas is pouring that stuff right into him until it drips out and down, over his balls and trickling along his cock. It's fucking maddening but it gets worse when Cas tosses the bottle away and, holding Dean open with both hands now, devours him.
He can't fucking take it. He can't. Cas' tongue is like a brand inside him and his teeth, he's using his teeth now, scraping surprisingly gently at the delicate skin. He's, he's sucking at Dean like that's a thing people do and Dean fights down what feels suspiciously like a sob. Dean's body gives up, collapsing down onto the bed with his arms hanging limply from the handcuffs. Sharp, cut off moans fill the room, his own, while he rolls his hips like he's actually being fucked. He's not sure how long it goes on, Cas working at him like he's his last meal, but it's long enough for his voice to break and go dry. Long enough that his muscles are shaking, thighs shivering in the effort to hold himself up for Cas.
But then, finally, Cas is grabbing him by the knees and pulling him flat before helping him flip over. His hands tangle loosely in the cuffs as he collapses back on the bed with a grunt. It takes a force of will but he lifts his head, he has to see Cas.
Cas is... Cas is a mess. Face wet and stained faintly, disturbingly pink from nose to chin, mouth red and swollen. His hair is everywhere and Dean thinks he sees his lower lip trembling but maybe it's just the light. But his eyes. They're dark and wide like an animal, intense on Dean like nothing else is worth looking at. Dean licks his lips and tries to still the instinctive lifting of his pelvis. "Cas..."
Cas blinks once, deliberate and alien like he rarely is these days. His voice is barely above a whisper. "Dean." Then he's leaning down and swallowing Dean's cock in one unbelievable go.
Dean yells and slams his head back against the bed as Cas pushes down onto him, lips wrapping around the base of his cock in a tight ring. He forgets sometimes that Cas doesn't need to do mundane things like breathing but it's times like this he's forcibly reminded of it. Dean cries out again as he feels Cas start to suck at him, mouth and throat extra slick from his earlier 'feast', tongue rolling against his cock. He tries to thrust but Cas moves with him, never pulling away, just swallowing and swallowing around his cock and Dean has no time to think. If he could, he'd dig both hands into Cas' ravaged hair but his hands are caught, shaking in the cuffs. Instead, he locks his thighs around Cas' head and grinds mindlessly into his mouth, heels digging into the bedding. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Cas!"
Cas growls around his cock and claws both hands into his clenched thighs, not trying to pull Dean off but pushing his legs tighter around his head. And that's it, Dean feels himself crest almost instantly then, whole body tight with clenching pleasure and hips hunching up as he comes, shoots off down Cas' flexing throat. He flushes hot all over and can't stop the rough cries coming out of him as his cock twitches and spurts. And even after he's done and the punch of pleasure is fading, Cas still sucks at him, still swallows down the last trickles of come as his throat flutters around Dean's cock. Dean rocks his hips to the side, trying to get away from the electric sparks of pleasure-pain that Cas is inflicting on his over-sensitive cock. "Cas, Cas stop, God, please." It takes him a second to realize that his thighs are still clamped in a vice grip around Cas' head. When he does, whatever burst of energy he found near the end fades fast and his legs fall away to flop on the bed. Even then, it takes Cas a long moment to move, pulling off of Dean with an extended sucking sound. Dean shivers and twitches as Cas' lips pass over the head of his cock and then he lies still as Cas pulls away entirely, basking.
The next thing he's with it enough to be aware of is Cas releasing his wrists from the cuffs. He drags his arms down, resting them on his chest and rubbing at his reddened wrists. "So-" He stops and tries to lick some moisture back into his mouth. "So, good plan huh?"
Cas is kneeling beside him, looking sticky and dirty and immensely satisfied even though Dean can see his still-thick cock curving over his thigh. "Very." He wipes a hand across his mouth, cleaning away some of the mixed mess of spit, lube, berry juice and come. "I'm afraid I wasted a lot of the bottle you bought, though. "
Dean flaps a lazy hand. "Eh. I've got lots of the standard stuff. It's in my bag if you want to stick that someplace interesting." He waggles his eyebrows at Cas' dick. He'd nod but his neck doesn't work yet.
"I'm alright." Cas smirks, laying his hand on Dean's chest and tracing his fingers around Dean's nipple. They're still a little tender from the earlier abuse. "I was satisfied in... other areas."
"Yeah." Dean snorts and pushes Cas' hand away, though it comes back as soon as he starts talking again. "You sort of went to town, there. You, uh... like that, huh?"
Cas nods. "It feels like the closest I can get to you while still in a body."
"Uh." Dean shifts, letting his gaze move to Cas' conveniently distracting body. He doesn't have anything to say to that. Or at least, nothing he thinks he could actually say. Not yet, any way. "Well. Glad you're happy, then, even if you didn't..." He waves a hand in the vague direction of Cas' groin. "Y'know."
Cas blinks down at him, small frown creasing his brow. "Oh." The frown disappears, replaced by something that looks worryingly smug. "We're not done yet. You just need time to gather your strength."
Dean's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh." Well shit, guess that was just one fucker of a Round One. He grins, sliding a hand over Cas' thigh, nails scratching at the dark hair there. "Awesome."
Author: sparseparsley
Rating: NC-17
Genre/Pairing: PWP, Dean/Cas
Wordcount: 3k
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Rimming, light bondage
Summary: Dean finds out Cas has a thing for strawberries and plans accordingly.
Author's Note: Sticky, strawberry scented, somewhat shmoopy porn based on one of the entries at Notesfromdeanandcas. Specifically, this one. Posted with permission from the creator of the blog.
Dean shudders as Cas' mouth finds its target again, a gruff whine crawling out of his throat. He's naked and laid out on the scratchy cover of a motel room bed but it barely registers as Cas sucks away the shiny, sweet juice covering Dean's left nipple.
"Fuck. Cas."
The strawberries had been Dean's idea, thought up after watching Cas pick them out of Sam's fruit salad (gross) three lunches in a row. It took a while after that to find the time and privacy to hit up a sex shop but oh, yeah, worth it. They haven't gotten to the strawberry flavored lube yet but there are still about a billion levels of good to go under the current one before they hit 'not good'.
Cas sits up a little from where he'd been leaning over Dean, one hand moving to his chest to thumb gently at the nipple he was sucking. He reaches over to the tray and plucks the last whole berry from among the pile of leafy, half-eaten tops.
They've been at it for a while now, though so far Cas hasn't gone lower than Dean's stomach other than to take his pants off. Which he had to do himself because he handcuffed Dean to the motherfucking bed. Seriously, what the fuck? Like wanting to get his hands on Cas while Cas has his hands all over him is a bad thing. Dean tugs at the cuffs for the dozenth time, adding a jangly note to the low sounds of mouth on skin and the faint noise of traffic filtering into the room from outside. The cuffs don't give any. Understandable, since they're his, but there's something heavy, almost forcibly soothing, about the feeling he gets each time he reaffirms that yeah, he's not going anywhere.
He watches as Cas brings the strawberry to his lips and sucks it in with a nearly inaudible mmm, mouth sliding slowly from narrow tip to thick center . It's like a flashback or a sense memory, how the sight reminds Dean of the first time Cas had sucked him off, tortuously slow and indulgent. His hips flex up at the memory, stiff cock falling to one side with a trail of precome. God, he is so ready to move on no matter how good the tender ache in his nipples feels.
But Cas is not with that plan at all. His teeth bite through the flesh of the berry, juice adding to the shine of his mouth as he sucks at the bisected top. He smiles in tasty contentment as he swallows the rest of the berry and it shouldn't be that hot, but Dean knows what's coming next and it totally is. With a final lick of his lips, Cas settles his bare-ass body half on top of Dean's and slides a thigh between his knees. Dean can feel Cas' dick pressed to the side of his leg and he rubs against it, trying to get Cas as interested in speeding this up as he is. Cas just shakes his head and pulls his hips away as he leans over Dean's chest. Dean tosses his head back in frustration. "Come on, Cas, I know you want it just as bad as I do-" He cuts off with a low gasp as a chilly, wet sensation covers his nipple. He lifts his head again to watch Cas press the top of the half-eaten strawberry to the tight nub, twisting against it as his mouth finds the other nipple and tongues it gently.
It's a weird feeling, and Dean had laughed and squirmed the first time he did it, but the cool, pulpy feel has really started to grow on him. Still, he can't help a little smart-assery. "Those aren't tiny juicers, y'know." Cas bites in retaliation, hard. "Ah! Motherfuck, Cas!" He sucks in a breath as Cas bites again, the tug of his teeth sending bursts of heat down Dean's body. "Jesus..." Cas slides further over his chest and switches the strawberry to the other nipple before attacking the one coated in pink juice. He's all tongue and hard, sucking mouth, drawing a deeper ache into Dean's skin. Dean arcs up, wanting more or trying to get away, he's not sure. But apparently Cas has sucked all the flavour he can off that nipple and he switches to the other one again. It goes on like that, one nipple and then the other, until Dean thinks he can't take much more of Cas' mouth latched onto him like a vacuum seal, tongue and teeth giving contrasting bites of sensation to the constant suction. His entire chest feels like one giant hickey and his cock is so hard that it's standing up by itself now.
"Please." His voice is hoarse and embarrassingly weak. "Cas, please, come on, this is- this is just fucking cruel, man."
Cas pauses and lifts up, letting Dean see just how red and abused his nipples look. "You want me to move on?" He leans down again to give one nipple a long, heavy lick.
Dean shudders and yanks hard at the cuffs wrapped around his wrists. "Yeah, yes, please, you're fucking killing me here." He rocks his hips up against Cas, subtle as a slap. "We haven't even touched the lube yet. I tested it, it's good, I promise."
Cas smiles and it's not exactly comforting. "Yes, Dean." He kneels up, dropping the nearly disintegrated berry onto the tray and picking up a garish pink and red bottle. "Can you turn over with your hands trapped?"
Alright, now they're getting somewhere. "Yeah, I think so." Dean twists around, hunching further up the bed to give his arms more freedom, and eventually makes it over to his knees with his hands wrapped close together around the top of the headboard. He turns his head to the side and gives Cas a smirk. "Easy."
Cas drops his gaze with a smaller, matching smirk, turning the bottle over in his hands. "Good. Let me know if you get uncomfortable holding that position too long."
Dean turns back to the wall. "Will do." How long could it take, any way? Cas has some scary stamina but rarely shows it off; he's usually the more impatient one between them when he finally gets his dick in Dean's ass. Dean widens his knees and leans forward a little, preparing for the feel of slick fingers. What he gets instead is a dry, warm tickle just at the top curve of his ass. "Did, uh, did you just kiss my ass? You know I don't mean that literally when I say it, right?" All he gets for that is a snort that sends a warm puff of breath over his skin.
The snap of the bottle is all the warning Cas gives before slicked up fingers are tracing up and down the cleft of Dean's ass. The strawberry smell is stronger that the actual berries were, but not overpowering (and that was an interesting day, sneakily trying out lube scents in the middle of a mall sex shop, they should really have tester bottles). "Mmm, yeah." Dean sighs and relaxes, resting his head against his hands.
The fingers move slowly, teasing at his hole, only pressing instead of pushing in. Whatever, if Cas wants to tease some more then- "Uhn!" His entire thought process shorts out at the feel of something hot, thick and above all, wet, following the trail of lube down his ass. That was a tongue, that was definitely a tongue. "Cas, wha-"
Cas hums distractedly as he moves down Dean's ass with tiny, lapping licks. Dean hovers on the edge of ending this; he knows Cas would stop if he honestly asked him to. And he knows Cas has wanted to do this for a while now, only to be deterred by Dean shifting away or distracting him with hands and mouth. He doesn't know why Cas wants to, it's no place Dean has ever wanted to stick his tongue. But Cas' tongue and, fuck, his lips are pressed firmly against Dean's hole now and it's... okay it's kinda gross but it feels God damn good, too and this whole idea was for Cas any way. So, fine, whatever, he's gonna get his ass eaten out.
He must have tensed up because he feels his body go loose and relaxed again with the decision. Cas makes a happy noise and lays an almost insultingly soothing pat on Dean's lower back before moving down to palm and push at his ass cheek, opening him wider. Dean tries not to squirm at that as Cas' other hand spreads more sweet scented lube over his hole. Then Cas' tongue is back, pushing in and dragging over, circling around the sensitive, puckered skin. Dean's breath stutters through him as a strange, fluttery feeling takes hold in his stomach. It feels so much better than he thought it would, when he let himself think about it.
Cas pauses to add more lube and then he's back again, mouthing wetly at Dean's ass, tongue pushing the slickness in and pulling it out with the same movements, like he's seasoning the flavor with Dean's skin or something. His tongue slides in particularly deep and Dean has to grip hard at the headboard to keep himself under control. "Fuck. Do that again." Cas obliges, dispensing with fingers and just dribbling the lube straight onto Dean's ass before pushing it in deep with his tongue. Dean can't help it, he thrusts back against Cas' face, moaning low and guttural.
Over his own noises, he can hear the sounds Cas is making. Groans and hums of pleasure, yeah, but also just these incredibly obscene wet-on-wet sounds. Loud slurps and smacks that make him want to curl away in red-faced embarrassment but at the same time they're just so honest. Cas is so into this, into Dean that he doesn't seem to give a shit what it sounds like. At this point, Cas isn't so much eating him out as just eating him and Dean can feel how soaked with drool and lube he is now, how it drips down and tickles at his balls.
He's panting hard now, rocking his ass back into Cas' waiting mouth. It feels amazing every time Cas fucks his tongue in, dirty and hot and his cock is so hard it's bobbing against his stomach. Then Cas is shifting down and licking at his balls, the pointed tip of his tongue following the trail of wetness back up to Dean's ass and Dean clenches his teeth around a strangled groan. "Jesus! Cas, please."
Cas pauses and Dean can feel him rest his stubbled cheek against Dean's ass. "What?" His voice is thick and heavy.
"I gotta come, man. Just... just undo my hands and I'll do it myself, come- uh!" Cas' thumb slips into his ass as he talks, circling around inside him smooth and easy. He thrusts back against it eagerly. "Yeah, yeah, come on, fuck me, come on, you know you want to, Jesus."
The thumb stops and pushes down, holding Dean open. Cas lifts his head and Dean feels a cool, hard something at his ass. "No. I'm not done yet." Dean can't place the feeling for a second and then something starts to flow into his ass and he realizes. It's the bottle, Cas is pouring that stuff right into him until it drips out and down, over his balls and trickling along his cock. It's fucking maddening but it gets worse when Cas tosses the bottle away and, holding Dean open with both hands now, devours him.
He can't fucking take it. He can't. Cas' tongue is like a brand inside him and his teeth, he's using his teeth now, scraping surprisingly gently at the delicate skin. He's, he's sucking at Dean like that's a thing people do and Dean fights down what feels suspiciously like a sob. Dean's body gives up, collapsing down onto the bed with his arms hanging limply from the handcuffs. Sharp, cut off moans fill the room, his own, while he rolls his hips like he's actually being fucked. He's not sure how long it goes on, Cas working at him like he's his last meal, but it's long enough for his voice to break and go dry. Long enough that his muscles are shaking, thighs shivering in the effort to hold himself up for Cas.
But then, finally, Cas is grabbing him by the knees and pulling him flat before helping him flip over. His hands tangle loosely in the cuffs as he collapses back on the bed with a grunt. It takes a force of will but he lifts his head, he has to see Cas.
Cas is... Cas is a mess. Face wet and stained faintly, disturbingly pink from nose to chin, mouth red and swollen. His hair is everywhere and Dean thinks he sees his lower lip trembling but maybe it's just the light. But his eyes. They're dark and wide like an animal, intense on Dean like nothing else is worth looking at. Dean licks his lips and tries to still the instinctive lifting of his pelvis. "Cas..."
Cas blinks once, deliberate and alien like he rarely is these days. His voice is barely above a whisper. "Dean." Then he's leaning down and swallowing Dean's cock in one unbelievable go.
Dean yells and slams his head back against the bed as Cas pushes down onto him, lips wrapping around the base of his cock in a tight ring. He forgets sometimes that Cas doesn't need to do mundane things like breathing but it's times like this he's forcibly reminded of it. Dean cries out again as he feels Cas start to suck at him, mouth and throat extra slick from his earlier 'feast', tongue rolling against his cock. He tries to thrust but Cas moves with him, never pulling away, just swallowing and swallowing around his cock and Dean has no time to think. If he could, he'd dig both hands into Cas' ravaged hair but his hands are caught, shaking in the cuffs. Instead, he locks his thighs around Cas' head and grinds mindlessly into his mouth, heels digging into the bedding. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Cas!"
Cas growls around his cock and claws both hands into his clenched thighs, not trying to pull Dean off but pushing his legs tighter around his head. And that's it, Dean feels himself crest almost instantly then, whole body tight with clenching pleasure and hips hunching up as he comes, shoots off down Cas' flexing throat. He flushes hot all over and can't stop the rough cries coming out of him as his cock twitches and spurts. And even after he's done and the punch of pleasure is fading, Cas still sucks at him, still swallows down the last trickles of come as his throat flutters around Dean's cock. Dean rocks his hips to the side, trying to get away from the electric sparks of pleasure-pain that Cas is inflicting on his over-sensitive cock. "Cas, Cas stop, God, please." It takes him a second to realize that his thighs are still clamped in a vice grip around Cas' head. When he does, whatever burst of energy he found near the end fades fast and his legs fall away to flop on the bed. Even then, it takes Cas a long moment to move, pulling off of Dean with an extended sucking sound. Dean shivers and twitches as Cas' lips pass over the head of his cock and then he lies still as Cas pulls away entirely, basking.
The next thing he's with it enough to be aware of is Cas releasing his wrists from the cuffs. He drags his arms down, resting them on his chest and rubbing at his reddened wrists. "So-" He stops and tries to lick some moisture back into his mouth. "So, good plan huh?"
Cas is kneeling beside him, looking sticky and dirty and immensely satisfied even though Dean can see his still-thick cock curving over his thigh. "Very." He wipes a hand across his mouth, cleaning away some of the mixed mess of spit, lube, berry juice and come. "I'm afraid I wasted a lot of the bottle you bought, though. "
Dean flaps a lazy hand. "Eh. I've got lots of the standard stuff. It's in my bag if you want to stick that someplace interesting." He waggles his eyebrows at Cas' dick. He'd nod but his neck doesn't work yet.
"I'm alright." Cas smirks, laying his hand on Dean's chest and tracing his fingers around Dean's nipple. They're still a little tender from the earlier abuse. "I was satisfied in... other areas."
"Yeah." Dean snorts and pushes Cas' hand away, though it comes back as soon as he starts talking again. "You sort of went to town, there. You, uh... like that, huh?"
Cas nods. "It feels like the closest I can get to you while still in a body."
"Uh." Dean shifts, letting his gaze move to Cas' conveniently distracting body. He doesn't have anything to say to that. Or at least, nothing he thinks he could actually say. Not yet, any way. "Well. Glad you're happy, then, even if you didn't..." He waves a hand in the vague direction of Cas' groin. "Y'know."
Cas blinks down at him, small frown creasing his brow. "Oh." The frown disappears, replaced by something that looks worryingly smug. "We're not done yet. You just need time to gather your strength."
Dean's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh." Well shit, guess that was just one fucker of a Round One. He grins, sliding a hand over Cas' thigh, nails scratching at the dark hair there. "Awesome."