SPN: Hogwarts Supernatural - The Art of Distraction
Title: Hogwarts Supernatural - The Art of Distraction or How to Study: Dean Winchester Style
Beta: skylar-matthews
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Hogwarts-verse, PWP
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Slash, Frottage, sex between minors (both characters are 16)
Word Count: 2000
Summary: Castiel is determined to study for the O.W.L.s. Dean won't let him.
A/N: Written as part of the Hogwarts AU verse, inspired by cafe-de-labeill's artwork, specifically this. I love writing PWP one-shots!
Much thanks to skylar-matthews for beta reading. Supernatural characters and the Hogwarts universe are the creations of Eric Kripke and J.K. Rowling, respectively.
“…I am starting to suspect that you and I had two different ideas in mind when I said you could study with me.”
In response, Dean nuzzled Castiel’s naked thigh and the blush that had already spread across Castiel’s cheeks deepened. “I never said anything about studying, Cas. You said: ‘I’m going to study in my room like a good little Hufflepuff.’ And I asked if I could come.”
Castiel buried his face deeper into the book he was holding, willing himself to concentrate on Transfiguration. “Semantics. When I said ‘yes’, I thought the implication was clear.”
Dean pressed a gentle kiss to Castiel’s inner thigh and the Hufflepuff drew in a sharp breath. With his back against the headboard and Dean lying between his spread legs, Castiel was currently pantless and trapped. Not that he was really complaining. He hadn’t said a word when Dean’s fingers had unbuttoned his dress pants, simply raised a brow and pretended to find the vanishing spell he was studying more fascinating.
“Oh, but I haven’t cum yet, Cas,” Dean responded, tugging coyly at the silk Gryffindor colored panties Castiel was wearing.
Castiel bit his lower lip when he felt the material tug at his erection. There was a moan nestled somewhere at the back of his throat but he wasn’t about to let the green-eyed Gryffindor turn another study session into a frenzied grind-fest. Even if it was getting more and more difficult to be convinced about the importance of the O.W.L.s when Dean was eying Castiel like he was a lollipop just waiting to be sucked.
“I didn’t know you still had these.”
Castiel continued to hide his blush behind his textbook. “…you said you like it when I wear your House colors…”
Leftover from his brief stint as a witch, Jo had given him the unused panties to “try out.” At the time, Castiel had been too humiliated and tossed them at the back of his dresser. But when he stumbled upon them the other day, curiosity planted its evil seed. He managed to resist the temptation until this morning, when he decided to slide on the smooth material.
“'S not really what I meant,” Dean said, with a low chuckle. His fingers slid under the band of the undergarment, careful to toy with only the flesh on Castiel’s abdomen. “…but it’s kind of hot.”
If performed incorrectly, the Evanesco spell may incur separation of parts similar to splinching-
Castiel shuddered when Dean’s fingers traced the outline of his still clothed erection.
“How long your roomies gone for?”
Andy Gallagher, the 5th year prefect, was hardly ever in the room and both Harry and Ed were on their never-ending quest to hunt spirits and put them to eternal rest. It often just ended in pissing off Peeves and a stern lecture from Headmaster Shurley about respecting the dead.
“…I-I can’t be sure.”
He whimpered when Dean leaned forward a little, mouthing at Castiel’s erection through the silk panties. Even through the material, Dean’s breath was fire-hot and the desire to feel that mouth enclose over naked flesh made Castiel tremble all over.
Ethical student behavior long forgotten, the Transfiguration textbook ended up somewhere on the floor.
“Better get started, then, huh.”
Drops of pre-cum had left a tiny, damp pool on the undergarment by the time Dean’s hands slipped it down Castiel’s legs. When his arousal sprang free, Castiel shivered from the exposure. But it was like fire meeting ice when Dean planted soft kisses on the inside of the Hufflepuff’s leg, making his way up slowly from Castiel’s knee.
Once Dean’s lips trailed over Castiel’s hip bone, drawing teasing close to his shaft, Castiel reached down to stroke a hand through Dean’s sandy brown hair. The way that Dean looked back at him, green eyes filled with mischief and affection, made Castiel’s heart skip a beat.
“Dean…”
His name alone seemed to say everything that was unspoken between them. Sam had once joked that Castiel and Dean communicated better with their eyes than with their words and Castiel was really starting to understand the Ravenclaw’s point.
Dean grinned and the moment that tongue darted out, crawling up from the base of Castiel’s shaft to the tip of his erection, leaving a sticky trail of saliva in its wake, the cry that escaped the Hufflepuff’s slightly parted lips seemed to echo against the stone walls. Castiel’s hands clenched into the sheets at his side when Dean rolled his tongue over the head, lapping up slivers of pre-cum that dripped a bit too generously from his dick. The approving moan Dean made when he tasted Castiel would have been enough to make a lesser wizard blow his load.
Unable to withstand the teasing, Castiel rolled his hips up. But Dean placed a firm hand on Castiel’s abdomen, looking a little too innocent when he lifted his eyes back to Castiel’s.
“A wise wizard once said that ‘Patience is a virtue,’” Dean joked.
“Actually, Dean,” Castiel started, voice taking on that matter-of-fact tone that Dean often said was similar to Sam’s, “it was a Muggle who first said-Oh!”
And everything that wasn’t Dean’s mouth sliding down to envelope as much of Castiel’s erection as he could suddenly became unimportant. Castiel was very easily enslaved by that hot cavern known as Dean’s mouth. It didn’t matter which of Castiel’s heads those lips concentrated on: they never failed to silence the Hufflepuff.
With an experimental suck, ending with a long slurp, Dean began sliding his mouth up the shaft, the pressure against Castiel’s dick causing his eyes to roll back to his head. His fingers gripped tightly at Dean’s shorter, sandy brown hair and when Dean’s fingers began playing with his balls, Castiel’s toes curled from within the confines of his yellow-on-black Hufflepuff socks.
It wasn’t long before Dean built a comfortable rhythm, his mouth sliding up and down Castiel’s cock with an expertise that only comes with familiarity. One hand wrapped around Castiel’s shaft, the Gryffindor’s fist pumping the base. He occasionally disrupted the rhythm to do those devilish things with his tongue that always brought Castiel that much closer to the edge: sometimes twirling it around the shaft, dipping it into the curve at the tip, or rubbing it tantalizingly along the length as he drew his mouth as far down as it would go. Heat pooled in Castiel’s abdomen, tight and constricting, and he knew it wasn’t long before he would be completely gone, his moaning breaking into a mantra of the Gryffindor’s name.
But Dean knew Castiel well enough to know all his signs. When those fingers began tugging at his hair, when Castiel’s hips rocked impatiently against his steadying hand, the Hufflepuff wouldn’t have to give any warning for what was to come, in particular, him. It was for this reason and Dean reluctantly drew back, abandoning Castiel’s erection to sit up and look directly into his pouting boyfriend’s face.
“Dean…” Castiel groaned, hips shuddering dangerously beneath Dean’s hand.
Castiel only then became aware of how unbearably hot it had become in the room, a drop of sweat trickling off his face and dripping onto his white dress shirt. Dean scooted forward to press his lips softly against Castiel’s, tongue darting out in the most brief and chaste of kisses. He tasted of musk and sweat-of Castiel, and the Hufflepuff wanted nothing more than to devour his lover’s mouth, breathing be damned.
“How’re you still wearing clothes?” Dean teased when he pulled back. He started tugging at Castiel’s already loose tie.
“You’re one to talk,” Castiel grumbled back. Dean was still fully clothed. He pulled at Dean’s Gryffindor sweater impatiently, eventually aided by Dean. The rest of their clothes were tossed randomly around the room. It wouldn’t be until well after they had finished that Dean would find his boxers clinging for dear life to the ledge of the open window.
“Merlin!” Dean gasped, Castiel’s fingers closing over his throbbing erection.
But after only a few strokes, Dean was impatiently pushing Castiel back down on the bed, naked body falling against the Hufflepuff’s. In a shower of kisses, Dean nipped along Castiel’s neck, only pausing to release a low groan when Castiel’s hips shot up and their dicks rubbed together. Taking the hint, Dean collapsed down into that welcoming place between Castiel’s thighs, their hips rocking together in a motion that Castiel could only describe as other-worldly.
Their lips were everywhere, frantically tasting every bit of exposed flesh as their rubbing took them to new levels of ecstasy. Their hands were just as curious, Castiel tugging at Dean’s hair when the Gryffindor suckled greedily on his lower lip, Dean’s nails later scraping against Castiel’s side when the Hufflepuff launched a full on attack against his Adam’s apple. Cries and moans mingled together until they were indistinguishable, bodies slick with sweat and the pre-cum splattered over their abdomens. This only made sliding against each other all the more easier and each time their cocks bumped, Castiel inched closer to release.
It was Castiel who first felt the oncoming of his orgasm. His abdomen tightened and he tensed beneath Dean, the Gryffindor’s name a desperate cry against his lips when that familiar flash of hot white made his entire body tingle. His hips thrust upwards, brushing almost painfully against Dean’s cock as spurts of cum exploded all over his and Dean’s abdomens, head thrown back on his pillow and eyes closed. He was almost so far gone that he barely felt Dean’s body tense against him, could barely hear his own name called out in a breathy moan when Dean ejaculated hot cum all over his abdomen and chest.
Chest heaving, limbs shaking, Dean collapsed onto Castiel in a mess of cum and sweat. It would almost have been uncomfortable if Castiel weren’t used to this, supporting the Gryffindor’s weight in his most vulnerable moments. They fought to regain their breaths as the minutes ticked by, heavy breathing fading into a comfortable, steady thrum.
It was Dean who recovered first, maybe because he was the slightly more athletic of the two. He kissed Castiel deeply, hand cradling the Hufflepuff’s cheek as their tongues meshed together in a lazy, sloppy kiss. When he pulled back, he shifted his weight so that he was lying on his side beside Castiel, head supported by his hand.
“Now that,” he said, pausing to chuckle softly, “is more fun than studying for the O.W.L.s.”
His free hand played with the only item Castiel was wearing, his bronze pendant that he had given to the Hufflepuff at Christmas.
“If we keep doing this every time I study for the O.W.L.s, I’ll be lucky if I score ‘Troll’ on all my exams.”
Castiel watched as Dean’s moss green eyes rolled in an exaggerated gesture. “The day you fail an exam, Cas, is the day Sammy towers over me. It ain’t ever gonna happen.”
Castiel’s lips thinned into a tiny pout. “It could happen, Dean. Knowledge is never innate but earned through a lifetime of hard work and dedication.”
“You’re such a nerd, Cas,” Dean said affectionately, kissing the tip of the Hufflepuff’s nose.
Seeing that his lecture was going nowhere with Dean, Castiel sighed and reached out a hand to grasp around for his wand. “Shall I clean up this mess?”
But his wandering hand was stopped by Dean’s, who entwined their fingers. “I like you like this, Cas. Sweaty and messy with my cum. It’s how I know you’re mine.”
And to emphasize his point, he leaned down to lick a few drops of his smeared cum that rested somewhere between Castiel’s nipples.
If Castiel weren’t spent, that action alone would have had him hard and dripping. “I’ll always be yours, Dean,” he whispered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Smiling, Dean curled up against Castiel and the two eventually drifted off into a comfortable slumber, fingers still entwined.
Beta: skylar-matthews
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Hogwarts-verse, PWP
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Slash, Frottage, sex between minors (both characters are 16)
Word Count: 2000
Summary: Castiel is determined to study for the O.W.L.s. Dean won't let him.
A/N: Written as part of the Hogwarts AU verse, inspired by cafe-de-labeill's artwork, specifically this. I love writing PWP one-shots!
Much thanks to skylar-matthews for beta reading. Supernatural characters and the Hogwarts universe are the creations of Eric Kripke and J.K. Rowling, respectively.
“…I am starting to suspect that you and I had two different ideas in mind when I said you could study with me.”
In response, Dean nuzzled Castiel’s naked thigh and the blush that had already spread across Castiel’s cheeks deepened. “I never said anything about studying, Cas. You said: ‘I’m going to study in my room like a good little Hufflepuff.’ And I asked if I could come.”
Castiel buried his face deeper into the book he was holding, willing himself to concentrate on Transfiguration. “Semantics. When I said ‘yes’, I thought the implication was clear.”
Dean pressed a gentle kiss to Castiel’s inner thigh and the Hufflepuff drew in a sharp breath. With his back against the headboard and Dean lying between his spread legs, Castiel was currently pantless and trapped. Not that he was really complaining. He hadn’t said a word when Dean’s fingers had unbuttoned his dress pants, simply raised a brow and pretended to find the vanishing spell he was studying more fascinating.
“Oh, but I haven’t cum yet, Cas,” Dean responded, tugging coyly at the silk Gryffindor colored panties Castiel was wearing.
Castiel bit his lower lip when he felt the material tug at his erection. There was a moan nestled somewhere at the back of his throat but he wasn’t about to let the green-eyed Gryffindor turn another study session into a frenzied grind-fest. Even if it was getting more and more difficult to be convinced about the importance of the O.W.L.s when Dean was eying Castiel like he was a lollipop just waiting to be sucked.
“I didn’t know you still had these.”
Castiel continued to hide his blush behind his textbook. “…you said you like it when I wear your House colors…”
Leftover from his brief stint as a witch, Jo had given him the unused panties to “try out.” At the time, Castiel had been too humiliated and tossed them at the back of his dresser. But when he stumbled upon them the other day, curiosity planted its evil seed. He managed to resist the temptation until this morning, when he decided to slide on the smooth material.
“'S not really what I meant,” Dean said, with a low chuckle. His fingers slid under the band of the undergarment, careful to toy with only the flesh on Castiel’s abdomen. “…but it’s kind of hot.”
If performed incorrectly, the Evanesco spell may incur separation of parts similar to splinching-
Castiel shuddered when Dean’s fingers traced the outline of his still clothed erection.
“How long your roomies gone for?”
Andy Gallagher, the 5th year prefect, was hardly ever in the room and both Harry and Ed were on their never-ending quest to hunt spirits and put them to eternal rest. It often just ended in pissing off Peeves and a stern lecture from Headmaster Shurley about respecting the dead.
“…I-I can’t be sure.”
He whimpered when Dean leaned forward a little, mouthing at Castiel’s erection through the silk panties. Even through the material, Dean’s breath was fire-hot and the desire to feel that mouth enclose over naked flesh made Castiel tremble all over.
Ethical student behavior long forgotten, the Transfiguration textbook ended up somewhere on the floor.
“Better get started, then, huh.”
Drops of pre-cum had left a tiny, damp pool on the undergarment by the time Dean’s hands slipped it down Castiel’s legs. When his arousal sprang free, Castiel shivered from the exposure. But it was like fire meeting ice when Dean planted soft kisses on the inside of the Hufflepuff’s leg, making his way up slowly from Castiel’s knee.
Once Dean’s lips trailed over Castiel’s hip bone, drawing teasing close to his shaft, Castiel reached down to stroke a hand through Dean’s sandy brown hair. The way that Dean looked back at him, green eyes filled with mischief and affection, made Castiel’s heart skip a beat.
“Dean…”
His name alone seemed to say everything that was unspoken between them. Sam had once joked that Castiel and Dean communicated better with their eyes than with their words and Castiel was really starting to understand the Ravenclaw’s point.
Dean grinned and the moment that tongue darted out, crawling up from the base of Castiel’s shaft to the tip of his erection, leaving a sticky trail of saliva in its wake, the cry that escaped the Hufflepuff’s slightly parted lips seemed to echo against the stone walls. Castiel’s hands clenched into the sheets at his side when Dean rolled his tongue over the head, lapping up slivers of pre-cum that dripped a bit too generously from his dick. The approving moan Dean made when he tasted Castiel would have been enough to make a lesser wizard blow his load.
Unable to withstand the teasing, Castiel rolled his hips up. But Dean placed a firm hand on Castiel’s abdomen, looking a little too innocent when he lifted his eyes back to Castiel’s.
“A wise wizard once said that ‘Patience is a virtue,’” Dean joked.
“Actually, Dean,” Castiel started, voice taking on that matter-of-fact tone that Dean often said was similar to Sam’s, “it was a Muggle who first said-Oh!”
And everything that wasn’t Dean’s mouth sliding down to envelope as much of Castiel’s erection as he could suddenly became unimportant. Castiel was very easily enslaved by that hot cavern known as Dean’s mouth. It didn’t matter which of Castiel’s heads those lips concentrated on: they never failed to silence the Hufflepuff.
With an experimental suck, ending with a long slurp, Dean began sliding his mouth up the shaft, the pressure against Castiel’s dick causing his eyes to roll back to his head. His fingers gripped tightly at Dean’s shorter, sandy brown hair and when Dean’s fingers began playing with his balls, Castiel’s toes curled from within the confines of his yellow-on-black Hufflepuff socks.
It wasn’t long before Dean built a comfortable rhythm, his mouth sliding up and down Castiel’s cock with an expertise that only comes with familiarity. One hand wrapped around Castiel’s shaft, the Gryffindor’s fist pumping the base. He occasionally disrupted the rhythm to do those devilish things with his tongue that always brought Castiel that much closer to the edge: sometimes twirling it around the shaft, dipping it into the curve at the tip, or rubbing it tantalizingly along the length as he drew his mouth as far down as it would go. Heat pooled in Castiel’s abdomen, tight and constricting, and he knew it wasn’t long before he would be completely gone, his moaning breaking into a mantra of the Gryffindor’s name.
But Dean knew Castiel well enough to know all his signs. When those fingers began tugging at his hair, when Castiel’s hips rocked impatiently against his steadying hand, the Hufflepuff wouldn’t have to give any warning for what was to come, in particular, him. It was for this reason and Dean reluctantly drew back, abandoning Castiel’s erection to sit up and look directly into his pouting boyfriend’s face.
“Dean…” Castiel groaned, hips shuddering dangerously beneath Dean’s hand.
Castiel only then became aware of how unbearably hot it had become in the room, a drop of sweat trickling off his face and dripping onto his white dress shirt. Dean scooted forward to press his lips softly against Castiel’s, tongue darting out in the most brief and chaste of kisses. He tasted of musk and sweat-of Castiel, and the Hufflepuff wanted nothing more than to devour his lover’s mouth, breathing be damned.
“How’re you still wearing clothes?” Dean teased when he pulled back. He started tugging at Castiel’s already loose tie.
“You’re one to talk,” Castiel grumbled back. Dean was still fully clothed. He pulled at Dean’s Gryffindor sweater impatiently, eventually aided by Dean. The rest of their clothes were tossed randomly around the room. It wouldn’t be until well after they had finished that Dean would find his boxers clinging for dear life to the ledge of the open window.
“Merlin!” Dean gasped, Castiel’s fingers closing over his throbbing erection.
But after only a few strokes, Dean was impatiently pushing Castiel back down on the bed, naked body falling against the Hufflepuff’s. In a shower of kisses, Dean nipped along Castiel’s neck, only pausing to release a low groan when Castiel’s hips shot up and their dicks rubbed together. Taking the hint, Dean collapsed down into that welcoming place between Castiel’s thighs, their hips rocking together in a motion that Castiel could only describe as other-worldly.
Their lips were everywhere, frantically tasting every bit of exposed flesh as their rubbing took them to new levels of ecstasy. Their hands were just as curious, Castiel tugging at Dean’s hair when the Gryffindor suckled greedily on his lower lip, Dean’s nails later scraping against Castiel’s side when the Hufflepuff launched a full on attack against his Adam’s apple. Cries and moans mingled together until they were indistinguishable, bodies slick with sweat and the pre-cum splattered over their abdomens. This only made sliding against each other all the more easier and each time their cocks bumped, Castiel inched closer to release.
It was Castiel who first felt the oncoming of his orgasm. His abdomen tightened and he tensed beneath Dean, the Gryffindor’s name a desperate cry against his lips when that familiar flash of hot white made his entire body tingle. His hips thrust upwards, brushing almost painfully against Dean’s cock as spurts of cum exploded all over his and Dean’s abdomens, head thrown back on his pillow and eyes closed. He was almost so far gone that he barely felt Dean’s body tense against him, could barely hear his own name called out in a breathy moan when Dean ejaculated hot cum all over his abdomen and chest.
Chest heaving, limbs shaking, Dean collapsed onto Castiel in a mess of cum and sweat. It would almost have been uncomfortable if Castiel weren’t used to this, supporting the Gryffindor’s weight in his most vulnerable moments. They fought to regain their breaths as the minutes ticked by, heavy breathing fading into a comfortable, steady thrum.
It was Dean who recovered first, maybe because he was the slightly more athletic of the two. He kissed Castiel deeply, hand cradling the Hufflepuff’s cheek as their tongues meshed together in a lazy, sloppy kiss. When he pulled back, he shifted his weight so that he was lying on his side beside Castiel, head supported by his hand.
“Now that,” he said, pausing to chuckle softly, “is more fun than studying for the O.W.L.s.”
His free hand played with the only item Castiel was wearing, his bronze pendant that he had given to the Hufflepuff at Christmas.
“If we keep doing this every time I study for the O.W.L.s, I’ll be lucky if I score ‘Troll’ on all my exams.”
Castiel watched as Dean’s moss green eyes rolled in an exaggerated gesture. “The day you fail an exam, Cas, is the day Sammy towers over me. It ain’t ever gonna happen.”
Castiel’s lips thinned into a tiny pout. “It could happen, Dean. Knowledge is never innate but earned through a lifetime of hard work and dedication.”
“You’re such a nerd, Cas,” Dean said affectionately, kissing the tip of the Hufflepuff’s nose.
Seeing that his lecture was going nowhere with Dean, Castiel sighed and reached out a hand to grasp around for his wand. “Shall I clean up this mess?”
But his wandering hand was stopped by Dean’s, who entwined their fingers. “I like you like this, Cas. Sweaty and messy with my cum. It’s how I know you’re mine.”
And to emphasize his point, he leaned down to lick a few drops of his smeared cum that rested somewhere between Castiel’s nipples.
If Castiel weren’t spent, that action alone would have had him hard and dripping. “I’ll always be yours, Dean,” he whispered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Smiling, Dean curled up against Castiel and the two eventually drifted off into a comfortable slumber, fingers still entwined.