Snapshots ficlet - Move
Title: Move
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Cas
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #24, restraints
W/C: ~ 830
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Castiel doesn’t mind putting his powers on hold sometimes.
If he really wanted to, Castiel could actually move. Break the bindings around his wrists with a single thought, hell, he could just make them disappear.
He could stand up and walk away, in fact.
If he really wanted to.
But he didn’t.
Sam had confided in him, told Castiel he’d wanted to take him, to restrain him so that he was powerless against anything Sam wanted to do to him. And as usual, Castiel agreed, eager to give his lover anything he wanted.
So he locked his powers down, buried them deep inside his vessel, and gave Sam what he asked for.
In a physical way, Sam knew he was basically in bed with Jimmy Novak, but he really didn’t give a flying fuck.
He had his angel, his all-powerful warrior of God, bound to the slats in the headboard by the metal cuffs around both his wrists. Castiel never broke a promise, and Sam knew he was going to get what he had asked for - the opportunity to do whatever he wanted while Castiel was only as strong as a man.
A man who was much smaller than Sam.
It wasn’t that Sam didn’t like the dynamics between them as they already were. He was well aware that Castiel had the ability to overpower him physically and as it was, he did so on a fairly frequent basis. Sam had no problem with that. He just wanted to see what it felt like if the tables were turned. If Castiel was the one who was unable to move beneath Sam’s much larger body, unable to reach out and touch, unable to turn them around at his whim.
Only half an hour into their experiment, it was obvious that keeping his promise was quite difficult for Castiel. As Sam teased him relentlessly, licking and biting his nipples, softly running his hands over Castiel’s thighs, kissing and nipping at the exposed column of his throat, it seemed there was an instinct that caused the angel to pull against the cuffs. Of course, having voluntarily muted his powers, it did no good.
No good for Castiel, anyway. For Sam, the whining and bucking and begging from beneath him was indescribably wonderful.
Sam had seen his lover kill with a thought, fight with a fluent grace that almost seemed choreographed, bring down the ugliest monsters they’d encountered with a single touch.
But he’d never seen Castiel struggle. And he’d sure as hell never heard him beg.
“Please, Sam…please, will you…can you…ohhhhhhhh, please, more, touch me” Castiel struggled with the words, not familiar with having to ask for what he wanted since he was so accustomed to just taking it.
“Gonna touch you for a long time, I promise” Sam replied with a grin, running his tongue up Castiel’s sternum, biting down when he reached his neck.
The response Sam got was more than he’d ever hoped for. Castiel groaned, bucked his hips up again and pled to him, “No, Sam, touch me, I need…need you to…” And this was the part where Castiel would have tugged on Sam’s hair and guided Sam’s head in the direction of his dick.
But he couldn’t do that this time.
“I want to touch you, Sam, feel you, move you, it’s so hard to be still” he continued, panting and letting out little sounds like ‘mmm’ and ‘ahh’ and something remotely similar to ‘grr’, like a growling noise as Sam continued teasing him.
When Castiel was so overwhelmed with sensation that words escaped him and all he had left were these pretty little throaty sounds that reminded Sam of what a girl sounded like when she was about to come, he finally gave in and swallowed Castiel’s cock into his mouth, all the way down into his throat.
Over the sounds of the cuffs chafing against the headboard, Sam heard something he thought he’d never hear in a million years, after all the sexual encounters they’d had, all the fights they’d been through, all the insane places they’d found themselves over the past few months.
“Fuuuuuuuck, fuck, fuck, Sam, I-”
That was all the warning he got before Castiel’s cum hit the back of his throat and slid right down. Sam had him so deep inside that he barely tasted it. He definitely heard that cursing, though, and damn him straight to hell if making an angel of the Lord drop the f-bomb made Sam as hard as he’d been in as long as he could remember.
Sam slid up and kissed Castiel as he was recovering from what seemed to be a pretty amazing orgasm. As soon as he’d gotten his breath, though, the question was out.
“Are you going to remove these restraints now?”
With a triumphant and almost evil grin, Sam reached for their bottle of lube and responded, “Not quite yet.”
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Cas
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #24, restraints
W/C: ~ 830
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Castiel doesn’t mind putting his powers on hold sometimes.
If he really wanted to, Castiel could actually move. Break the bindings around his wrists with a single thought, hell, he could just make them disappear.
He could stand up and walk away, in fact.
If he really wanted to.
But he didn’t.
Sam had confided in him, told Castiel he’d wanted to take him, to restrain him so that he was powerless against anything Sam wanted to do to him. And as usual, Castiel agreed, eager to give his lover anything he wanted.
So he locked his powers down, buried them deep inside his vessel, and gave Sam what he asked for.
In a physical way, Sam knew he was basically in bed with Jimmy Novak, but he really didn’t give a flying fuck.
He had his angel, his all-powerful warrior of God, bound to the slats in the headboard by the metal cuffs around both his wrists. Castiel never broke a promise, and Sam knew he was going to get what he had asked for - the opportunity to do whatever he wanted while Castiel was only as strong as a man.
A man who was much smaller than Sam.
It wasn’t that Sam didn’t like the dynamics between them as they already were. He was well aware that Castiel had the ability to overpower him physically and as it was, he did so on a fairly frequent basis. Sam had no problem with that. He just wanted to see what it felt like if the tables were turned. If Castiel was the one who was unable to move beneath Sam’s much larger body, unable to reach out and touch, unable to turn them around at his whim.
Only half an hour into their experiment, it was obvious that keeping his promise was quite difficult for Castiel. As Sam teased him relentlessly, licking and biting his nipples, softly running his hands over Castiel’s thighs, kissing and nipping at the exposed column of his throat, it seemed there was an instinct that caused the angel to pull against the cuffs. Of course, having voluntarily muted his powers, it did no good.
No good for Castiel, anyway. For Sam, the whining and bucking and begging from beneath him was indescribably wonderful.
Sam had seen his lover kill with a thought, fight with a fluent grace that almost seemed choreographed, bring down the ugliest monsters they’d encountered with a single touch.
But he’d never seen Castiel struggle. And he’d sure as hell never heard him beg.
“Please, Sam…please, will you…can you…ohhhhhhhh, please, more, touch me” Castiel struggled with the words, not familiar with having to ask for what he wanted since he was so accustomed to just taking it.
“Gonna touch you for a long time, I promise” Sam replied with a grin, running his tongue up Castiel’s sternum, biting down when he reached his neck.
The response Sam got was more than he’d ever hoped for. Castiel groaned, bucked his hips up again and pled to him, “No, Sam, touch me, I need…need you to…” And this was the part where Castiel would have tugged on Sam’s hair and guided Sam’s head in the direction of his dick.
But he couldn’t do that this time.
“I want to touch you, Sam, feel you, move you, it’s so hard to be still” he continued, panting and letting out little sounds like ‘mmm’ and ‘ahh’ and something remotely similar to ‘grr’, like a growling noise as Sam continued teasing him.
When Castiel was so overwhelmed with sensation that words escaped him and all he had left were these pretty little throaty sounds that reminded Sam of what a girl sounded like when she was about to come, he finally gave in and swallowed Castiel’s cock into his mouth, all the way down into his throat.
Over the sounds of the cuffs chafing against the headboard, Sam heard something he thought he’d never hear in a million years, after all the sexual encounters they’d had, all the fights they’d been through, all the insane places they’d found themselves over the past few months.
“Fuuuuuuuck, fuck, fuck, Sam, I-”
That was all the warning he got before Castiel’s cum hit the back of his throat and slid right down. Sam had him so deep inside that he barely tasted it. He definitely heard that cursing, though, and damn him straight to hell if making an angel of the Lord drop the f-bomb made Sam as hard as he’d been in as long as he could remember.
Sam slid up and kissed Castiel as he was recovering from what seemed to be a pretty amazing orgasm. As soon as he’d gotten his breath, though, the question was out.
“Are you going to remove these restraints now?”
With a triumphant and almost evil grin, Sam reached for their bottle of lube and responded, “Not quite yet.”