A Night In
Title: A Night In
Author: watermaline
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ...none, really. There's a night out, then PORN.
A/N: This is for c00kie, who is wonderful and amazing and bought my services for help_haiti. This is...well, the porn you asked for! Hope you love it!
Dean really had no idea where they were going. Sam had refused to tell him, and Dean was now convinced it was some sort of therapy to deal with their issues. That idea held up until about two seconds before Sam parked across the street from what looked like a warehouse, lit with colored lights from the inside. “…what the heck is in there?”
“…it’s a club.” Despite the implied ‘duh’, Dean could have hugged him. He wasn’t much of one for thumping beats and club dancing, but it was way better than therapy, and if Sam wanted to go out and do the club thing, so be it. “Sammy, you make me proud sometimes.” They got out; Sam pushed some money into the hand of the guy at the door; oddly enough, there was no line.
Dean offered the man a ‘hey, we’re hot enough to get in’ smile; the guy, who was so built his arms were about as big around as Dean’s head , leered back at him. Dean got the heck away from him and followed after Sam, only managing to keep track of his brother in the fake fog due to the fact that Sam was wearing the ugliest shirt known to man.
The music thumped as the fog whirled and the lights bobbed over everything. There were many small stages scattered around the room, upon which performers were dancing. On the two stages closest to Dean was a girl in a cop uniform; hat, a tiny shirt barely containing her breasts, and garters under a black miniskirt, her legs laced around a pole as she ground against it, and another dressed up as a cowgirl, riding her pole and flashing her ass under a jean skirt. A little further away a man danced in front of a crowd of women, shaking his barely contained junk in their faces. Dean caught up with Sam, who was a foot away from a sexy schoolgirl wearing pink panties, apparently oblivious to her. “Sam?”
“What?” Sam yelled over the music.
“This place is awesome.” Sam either nodded or bobbed his head to the music, now watching the schoolgirl in a vaguely interested sort of way. Could his brother get more gay? A server came by, holding a tray of shots in tubes. She offered them to Dean in exchange for some money tucked into her bra. Dean grabbed two of them and swallowed them down before handing them back to the girl, who kissed him on the cheek before easing away. “I’m going that way!”
“Have fun,” Sam called, apparently expecting him to hit on the already vanished waitress. Dean slid through the club, feeling the music thump into him. He ground his way indiscriminately through the crowd, pressing against men and women alike, letting hands pass over him as if their warmth was touching inside of him.
Wanting to ignore his darker thoughts, he found another server with tube shots, and downed two more as he headed for one of the larger stages, where a girl dressed as a devil and a young man dressed as an angel were dancing together. The girl, buxom and red-haired, was straddling the young man, who was dark haired and bucking up against her. Dean grinned and was about to join the very enthusiastic crowd when he felt someone come up from behind him. He whirled around to see Castiel emerge out of the pseudo fog. “Hey, Cas.”
“Hello Dean.” Castiel looked so out of place in the club, not only due to his clothes, but the way he was glancing around as if he expected someone to jump out of the fog and molest him. Which was entirely possible and pretty likely, but still, no one else was looking around like a scared deer. “Dean, do you like this place?” Dean could feel his tube shots starting to kick in hard; damn, what was in those?
“Yeah, what’s not to like?” Castiel looked up at the stage and said nothing. “What’re you doing here, anyway, Cas? Did Sam say we were here?” Castiel nodded, but he didn't say anything. “This doesn’t really seem like your kind of place.”
As the angel on stage kissed between the devil’s breasts, Dean saw Castiel shiver. It wasn’t cold in here, far from it. So what was going on? Dean stepped a little more into Castiel’s space. “Were you curious?” Castiel met his eyes, and Dean saw something flicker deep within them before Castiel looked down at the floor. “Did you want to watch?” Dean touched his arm, aiming Castiel towards the stage. “It’s no big deal, if you did.” Dean stepped a little closer, subconsciously almost stroking Castiel now. “You want to be that guy, kissing those breasts?” Castiel shook his head, his mouth slightly open. “No?”
“No,” Castiel said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. “Not him.”
“Then what do you want, Cas? You want him to be kissing you? He’s a cute little thing, right?”
“No.”
“No? Then tell me what you want, Cas.” Castiel turned to look at Dean, and Dean sucked in a breath at the sight. Castiel’s lips were parted, his cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing hard. “Cas…” Then Cas was kissing him hard, and Dean kissed him right back, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, grabbing his hair.
“We-have to-move,” Castiel breathed in between kisses. As no one was looking at them, Dean ignored this and kissed him again, pressing so hard he could almost feel Castiel’s lips bruising. Castiel kissed back, one of his hands on Dean’s neck, but he pulled away, panting. “No, not here, Dean,” Dean nodded and dragged Castiel to the nearest dark corner, of which there were few, thanks to the pulsing lights. He slid his tongue back into Castiel’s mouth as he pushed a hand into Castiel’s jacket and up his shirt searching for a spot that would make Castiel moan into the kiss. Castiel squirmed under Dean’s fingers when he found a hardened nipple; Dean grinned into the kiss, and lapped at Castiel’s tongue, getting him to groan harder and sending a vibration that hit Dean so hard he almost gasped. Instead he fumbled with Castiel’s coat and jacket, but Dean realized that he didn’t want to show Castiel off to the entire club when he’d never so much as seen Castiel without his shirt on. “Cas,” he whispered into his ear, nibbling at the lobe and letting Castiel shiver. “Meet me outside.”
After giving Sam a heads up, Dean found Castiel by the car. “Sam’s taking a cab back. You zapping me will totally kill the mood.” Dean couldn’t resist kissing Castiel once more before they got in the car, squeezing the angel’s thigh as Castiel got in next to him. “Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“…you’re all right with this?”
“Cas, just…don’t talk about it. Just, let’s go with it.”
Castiel obediently shut up until they got back to the motel and Dean pushed him into the room. “Cas, why the hell do you wear so many clothes?” Dean grumbled, moving to take off Castiel's coat. Castiel grabbed his wrist; Dean stopped. “Kiss me again first,” Castiel said, and Dean obliged him, pulling him close by his tie and sucking Castiel’s tongue into his mouth. Dean kept kissing until he could feel Castiel starting to tremble against him, and then he began to pull Castiel’s coat and jacket off. This time Castiel let him do it, and Castiel’s outerwear hit the floor, quickly followed by Dean’s jacket. Dean seized Castiel for another kiss, his hands settling on Castiel’s hips. Kissing Cas…Dean could really feel it, not that it made a damn bit of sense. Feeling discomfited, Dean pulled away and let Castiel begin licking and nuzzling at his neck while Dean began unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt and pants. The shirt fell off his shoulders, leaving Castiel exposed to the hip as it hung off his wrists. Dean thumbed one of Castiel’s hips, feeling the soft skin as Castiel shuddered. Dean did it again, and Castiel buried his face completely in Dean’s neck. “That feels good, huh?” Dean pulled himself away in order to sink to his knees and press his lips to Castiel’s left hipbone. He bit down, gently, and he thought Castiel was going to fall over. He let Castiel grab his shoulders for support as he began writing his name across the hipbone with his tongue. “D-Dean,” Castiel whispered.
“Yeah?” Dean bit down on the exposed hip again, hoping that Cas wouldn’t just wish the potential bruise away. “Stop.”
“Why?” Dean gave a quick kiss to Castiel’s erection, rubbing his lips against the cotton. “You like it, don’t you?” Castiel groaned, and Dean moved his mouth to the other hip, only to find himself pulled up and tossed on the bed as if he weighed as much as his discarded jacket. “Cas-”
“I said, stop.” Castiel leaned over Dean on the bed, his erection now poking Dean in the thigh. His naked thigh. “Cas, what did you do with my-” No, wait, Castiel was naked too. “Where’re our clothes?”
“The floor. I want to touch you.” And Cas had his mouth on Dean’s chest, going over every inch as if he was mapping Dean out, and Dean felt himself squirm. “Cas-” Castiel had latched onto a nipple and licked it; his voice vanished back into his throat and out again as a moan. He could feel Castiel’s fingers running down his stomach, just exploring, and it was making Dean hot. “Cas, c’mon. Do something.”
“I want you to feel this, Dean.” And now his head was between Dean’s legs, avoiding Dean’s cock and kissing Dean’s thighs and balls. Dean shifted, trying to get Castiel to lift his head, but Castiel only moved lower, his fingers now caressing Dean’s legs, spreading them apart slowly to expose Dean’s hole. It was as if Castiel had electrified everywhere he had touched, and Dean let it spark through him, surrounding the darkness inside him.
“Cas, I-” Castiel looked up, and gave the dripping head of Dean’s cock a tiny lick.
“I like the way you taste, Dean.” Castiel fondled Dean’s cock with the tips of his fingers. “You’re very beautiful.”
“I know that,” Dean snapped. Or he would have snapped, but it was hard to be too ticked off with the magic things Castiel’s soft fingertips were doing to the head of his cock. “I don’t think you do, Dean.” And Castiel began suckling on his dick, and Dean was starting to get lost, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Don’t,” Castiel said, stopping. “Look at me.” Dean forced his eyes open, just in time to see his dick slide into Castiel’s mouth again. “Fuck,” Dean breathed; Castiel curled his tongue around the head, and Dean started babbling. “Fuck, you look good with my dick in your mouth. Knew you would. Fuck, you’re good. Suck it, Cas, yeah, like that.”
Castiel sucked harder, holding Dean’s hips down, and every time Dean tried to close his eyes, Castiel would stop, forcing Dean to keep eye contact with him as Dean’s cock slid down his throat. “Cas…Cas…stop it, I’m gonna come.” Castiel pulled back, lapping at just the head again. “Cas. Cas. Oh shit, Cas, don’t stop,” and Cas was stopping. “Cas, what the hell-oh shit.” Cas was lapping at his hole-not pushing in, but just licking, and Dean’s cock was dripping all over his stomach. “Fuck me, Cas, fuck me, stop teasing.” Castiel kept at it, the curl of his tongue almost pushing in, and Dean heard a keening noise emerge from his throat. “Cas, please.” Castiel looked up at him, pressing his lips against Dean’s cock before sliding up, leaning over Dean.
“What do you want, Dean?” Dean reached down, gripping Castiel’s cock. “I want you to fuck me.” Castiel groaned. “You gonna do it?”
“Yes,” Castiel breathed, and kissed him. “I would like to do that.” Dean grinned slowly, trying not to laugh, and stroked Castiel’s cock. “You’re so fucking hard, Cas, you’re dripping.” Dean felt Castiel’s dick twitch in his hand as he talked. “Oh, you like it when I talk dirty?” Castiel looked embarrassed. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s hot.”
Dean released his cock and turned over. “Rim me some more, get me wet for your cock.” Castiel lowered his head, easing his tongue inside. “Oh yeah, Cas, that’s right, open me up with your tongue, fuck me open with it.” Castiel moaned, making Dean shudder happily. “Moan like that, rub yourself on the bed and moan like that for me so that I can feel it.” Castiel moaned cooperatively, Dean writhing on the bed. “Cas, I’m wet enough now, come on.” Castiel kept licking, holding Dean open and slurping, and Dean scratched at the sheets. Castiel rolled Dean over onto his back, apparently taking in the sight of Dean’s body, particularly Dean’s bobbing cock.
Castiel reached out to touch it, but Dean kept his hand away. “Save it for when you’re in.” Castiel gave a shuddering sigh, gripped himself at the base, and pushed in. It burned just enough for Dean to enjoy it, and then Castiel was inside him, throbbing and hot. “You have no idea how fucking good that is,” Dean looked up; Cas was trembling with the effort not to move. “Cas, I’m not the virgin here. Move.” Castiel shook his head.
“If I move…it feels…” Castiel hung his head, panting, and Dean smirked a little.
“Am I tight, Cas? Is it hot inside me, you gonna come if you move? What if I move, Cas?” Deal rolled his hips, and Castiel quivered. “That felt nice, didn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You know what’ll feel better? Move,” and he grabbed Castiel’s ass and thrust his hips down. That devastated Castiel’s resolve, and he began to fuck Dean in earnest. Dean was about to lay back and just let Cas fuck him into oblivion, when he felt Castiel staring at him as he thrust. “What?”
“Look at me. Talk. Don’t go away.” Castiel slowed enough to kiss him before slamming right into Dean’s prostate and Dean wrenched at the sheets. “Uh-God-Cas, that’s right, fuck me right there, like that, give it to me.” Castiel was thrusting harder, and Dean would have been seeing stars behind his eyes, but his vision was taken up by Castiel; his eyes with their blown pupils, his chest heaving in and out, and those damn parted lips that Dean couldn’t help but kiss and kiss and kiss as Castiel rolled his hips and fucked deeper. Dean felt the bed rock under them, and broke the kiss. "You think about this, Cas, before tonight?" Castiel threw back his head, panting desperately. "Oh yes!" Dean's pretty sure that Cas wasn't answering his question, but he let it slide, because Castiel slammed into his prostate again, his fingers wrapping around Dean's cock.
"Oh god," Dean groaned. "You're so fucking good at this, Cas, fuck me harder, fuck me so hard I can taste it." Castiel rolled his hips and fucked him harder, but slower, teasing Dean with the feel of his cock as he stroked Dean's. "Cas, don't fucking tease me, do it." Castiel groaned, and started to thrust in so deep Dean would have sworn that he could feel it in his throat. "I'm gonna come soon," Dean breathed, feeling his balls tighten. "You close, Cas?"
"I can't," Castiel almost whimpered.
"You feel that rush getting higher, your balls getting tighter?" Castiel nodded frantically, slamming into Dean again. "Good, keep going. Just fuck me, come on, do it, I want to feel you, fill me up." Castiel moaned, and pressed in one last time, jacking Dean's cock. "Oh shit, oh god, yes, yes-" Dean spurted between them as Castiel collapsed, still inside of him.
Dean woke up clean and under his blankets, warmth next to him. He rolled over to look; Castiel was apparently fast asleep next to him. Dean curled against him, finally just...feeling, and he fell asleep listening to Castiel's breathing.
Author: watermaline
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ...none, really. There's a night out, then PORN.
A/N: This is for c00kie, who is wonderful and amazing and bought my services for help_haiti. This is...well, the porn you asked for! Hope you love it!
Dean really had no idea where they were going. Sam had refused to tell him, and Dean was now convinced it was some sort of therapy to deal with their issues. That idea held up until about two seconds before Sam parked across the street from what looked like a warehouse, lit with colored lights from the inside. “…what the heck is in there?”
“…it’s a club.” Despite the implied ‘duh’, Dean could have hugged him. He wasn’t much of one for thumping beats and club dancing, but it was way better than therapy, and if Sam wanted to go out and do the club thing, so be it. “Sammy, you make me proud sometimes.” They got out; Sam pushed some money into the hand of the guy at the door; oddly enough, there was no line.
Dean offered the man a ‘hey, we’re hot enough to get in’ smile; the guy, who was so built his arms were about as big around as Dean’s head , leered back at him. Dean got the heck away from him and followed after Sam, only managing to keep track of his brother in the fake fog due to the fact that Sam was wearing the ugliest shirt known to man.
The music thumped as the fog whirled and the lights bobbed over everything. There were many small stages scattered around the room, upon which performers were dancing. On the two stages closest to Dean was a girl in a cop uniform; hat, a tiny shirt barely containing her breasts, and garters under a black miniskirt, her legs laced around a pole as she ground against it, and another dressed up as a cowgirl, riding her pole and flashing her ass under a jean skirt. A little further away a man danced in front of a crowd of women, shaking his barely contained junk in their faces. Dean caught up with Sam, who was a foot away from a sexy schoolgirl wearing pink panties, apparently oblivious to her. “Sam?”
“What?” Sam yelled over the music.
“This place is awesome.” Sam either nodded or bobbed his head to the music, now watching the schoolgirl in a vaguely interested sort of way. Could his brother get more gay? A server came by, holding a tray of shots in tubes. She offered them to Dean in exchange for some money tucked into her bra. Dean grabbed two of them and swallowed them down before handing them back to the girl, who kissed him on the cheek before easing away. “I’m going that way!”
“Have fun,” Sam called, apparently expecting him to hit on the already vanished waitress. Dean slid through the club, feeling the music thump into him. He ground his way indiscriminately through the crowd, pressing against men and women alike, letting hands pass over him as if their warmth was touching inside of him.
Wanting to ignore his darker thoughts, he found another server with tube shots, and downed two more as he headed for one of the larger stages, where a girl dressed as a devil and a young man dressed as an angel were dancing together. The girl, buxom and red-haired, was straddling the young man, who was dark haired and bucking up against her. Dean grinned and was about to join the very enthusiastic crowd when he felt someone come up from behind him. He whirled around to see Castiel emerge out of the pseudo fog. “Hey, Cas.”
“Hello Dean.” Castiel looked so out of place in the club, not only due to his clothes, but the way he was glancing around as if he expected someone to jump out of the fog and molest him. Which was entirely possible and pretty likely, but still, no one else was looking around like a scared deer. “Dean, do you like this place?” Dean could feel his tube shots starting to kick in hard; damn, what was in those?
“Yeah, what’s not to like?” Castiel looked up at the stage and said nothing. “What’re you doing here, anyway, Cas? Did Sam say we were here?” Castiel nodded, but he didn't say anything. “This doesn’t really seem like your kind of place.”
As the angel on stage kissed between the devil’s breasts, Dean saw Castiel shiver. It wasn’t cold in here, far from it. So what was going on? Dean stepped a little more into Castiel’s space. “Were you curious?” Castiel met his eyes, and Dean saw something flicker deep within them before Castiel looked down at the floor. “Did you want to watch?” Dean touched his arm, aiming Castiel towards the stage. “It’s no big deal, if you did.” Dean stepped a little closer, subconsciously almost stroking Castiel now. “You want to be that guy, kissing those breasts?” Castiel shook his head, his mouth slightly open. “No?”
“No,” Castiel said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. “Not him.”
“Then what do you want, Cas? You want him to be kissing you? He’s a cute little thing, right?”
“No.”
“No? Then tell me what you want, Cas.” Castiel turned to look at Dean, and Dean sucked in a breath at the sight. Castiel’s lips were parted, his cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing hard. “Cas…” Then Cas was kissing him hard, and Dean kissed him right back, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, grabbing his hair.
“We-have to-move,” Castiel breathed in between kisses. As no one was looking at them, Dean ignored this and kissed him again, pressing so hard he could almost feel Castiel’s lips bruising. Castiel kissed back, one of his hands on Dean’s neck, but he pulled away, panting. “No, not here, Dean,” Dean nodded and dragged Castiel to the nearest dark corner, of which there were few, thanks to the pulsing lights. He slid his tongue back into Castiel’s mouth as he pushed a hand into Castiel’s jacket and up his shirt searching for a spot that would make Castiel moan into the kiss. Castiel squirmed under Dean’s fingers when he found a hardened nipple; Dean grinned into the kiss, and lapped at Castiel’s tongue, getting him to groan harder and sending a vibration that hit Dean so hard he almost gasped. Instead he fumbled with Castiel’s coat and jacket, but Dean realized that he didn’t want to show Castiel off to the entire club when he’d never so much as seen Castiel without his shirt on. “Cas,” he whispered into his ear, nibbling at the lobe and letting Castiel shiver. “Meet me outside.”
After giving Sam a heads up, Dean found Castiel by the car. “Sam’s taking a cab back. You zapping me will totally kill the mood.” Dean couldn’t resist kissing Castiel once more before they got in the car, squeezing the angel’s thigh as Castiel got in next to him. “Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“…you’re all right with this?”
“Cas, just…don’t talk about it. Just, let’s go with it.”
Castiel obediently shut up until they got back to the motel and Dean pushed him into the room. “Cas, why the hell do you wear so many clothes?” Dean grumbled, moving to take off Castiel's coat. Castiel grabbed his wrist; Dean stopped. “Kiss me again first,” Castiel said, and Dean obliged him, pulling him close by his tie and sucking Castiel’s tongue into his mouth. Dean kept kissing until he could feel Castiel starting to tremble against him, and then he began to pull Castiel’s coat and jacket off. This time Castiel let him do it, and Castiel’s outerwear hit the floor, quickly followed by Dean’s jacket. Dean seized Castiel for another kiss, his hands settling on Castiel’s hips. Kissing Cas…Dean could really feel it, not that it made a damn bit of sense. Feeling discomfited, Dean pulled away and let Castiel begin licking and nuzzling at his neck while Dean began unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt and pants. The shirt fell off his shoulders, leaving Castiel exposed to the hip as it hung off his wrists. Dean thumbed one of Castiel’s hips, feeling the soft skin as Castiel shuddered. Dean did it again, and Castiel buried his face completely in Dean’s neck. “That feels good, huh?” Dean pulled himself away in order to sink to his knees and press his lips to Castiel’s left hipbone. He bit down, gently, and he thought Castiel was going to fall over. He let Castiel grab his shoulders for support as he began writing his name across the hipbone with his tongue. “D-Dean,” Castiel whispered.
“Yeah?” Dean bit down on the exposed hip again, hoping that Cas wouldn’t just wish the potential bruise away. “Stop.”
“Why?” Dean gave a quick kiss to Castiel’s erection, rubbing his lips against the cotton. “You like it, don’t you?” Castiel groaned, and Dean moved his mouth to the other hip, only to find himself pulled up and tossed on the bed as if he weighed as much as his discarded jacket. “Cas-”
“I said, stop.” Castiel leaned over Dean on the bed, his erection now poking Dean in the thigh. His naked thigh. “Cas, what did you do with my-” No, wait, Castiel was naked too. “Where’re our clothes?”
“The floor. I want to touch you.” And Cas had his mouth on Dean’s chest, going over every inch as if he was mapping Dean out, and Dean felt himself squirm. “Cas-” Castiel had latched onto a nipple and licked it; his voice vanished back into his throat and out again as a moan. He could feel Castiel’s fingers running down his stomach, just exploring, and it was making Dean hot. “Cas, c’mon. Do something.”
“I want you to feel this, Dean.” And now his head was between Dean’s legs, avoiding Dean’s cock and kissing Dean’s thighs and balls. Dean shifted, trying to get Castiel to lift his head, but Castiel only moved lower, his fingers now caressing Dean’s legs, spreading them apart slowly to expose Dean’s hole. It was as if Castiel had electrified everywhere he had touched, and Dean let it spark through him, surrounding the darkness inside him.
“Cas, I-” Castiel looked up, and gave the dripping head of Dean’s cock a tiny lick.
“I like the way you taste, Dean.” Castiel fondled Dean’s cock with the tips of his fingers. “You’re very beautiful.”
“I know that,” Dean snapped. Or he would have snapped, but it was hard to be too ticked off with the magic things Castiel’s soft fingertips were doing to the head of his cock. “I don’t think you do, Dean.” And Castiel began suckling on his dick, and Dean was starting to get lost, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Don’t,” Castiel said, stopping. “Look at me.” Dean forced his eyes open, just in time to see his dick slide into Castiel’s mouth again. “Fuck,” Dean breathed; Castiel curled his tongue around the head, and Dean started babbling. “Fuck, you look good with my dick in your mouth. Knew you would. Fuck, you’re good. Suck it, Cas, yeah, like that.”
Castiel sucked harder, holding Dean’s hips down, and every time Dean tried to close his eyes, Castiel would stop, forcing Dean to keep eye contact with him as Dean’s cock slid down his throat. “Cas…Cas…stop it, I’m gonna come.” Castiel pulled back, lapping at just the head again. “Cas. Cas. Oh shit, Cas, don’t stop,” and Cas was stopping. “Cas, what the hell-oh shit.” Cas was lapping at his hole-not pushing in, but just licking, and Dean’s cock was dripping all over his stomach. “Fuck me, Cas, fuck me, stop teasing.” Castiel kept at it, the curl of his tongue almost pushing in, and Dean heard a keening noise emerge from his throat. “Cas, please.” Castiel looked up at him, pressing his lips against Dean’s cock before sliding up, leaning over Dean.
“What do you want, Dean?” Dean reached down, gripping Castiel’s cock. “I want you to fuck me.” Castiel groaned. “You gonna do it?”
“Yes,” Castiel breathed, and kissed him. “I would like to do that.” Dean grinned slowly, trying not to laugh, and stroked Castiel’s cock. “You’re so fucking hard, Cas, you’re dripping.” Dean felt Castiel’s dick twitch in his hand as he talked. “Oh, you like it when I talk dirty?” Castiel looked embarrassed. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s hot.”
Dean released his cock and turned over. “Rim me some more, get me wet for your cock.” Castiel lowered his head, easing his tongue inside. “Oh yeah, Cas, that’s right, open me up with your tongue, fuck me open with it.” Castiel moaned, making Dean shudder happily. “Moan like that, rub yourself on the bed and moan like that for me so that I can feel it.” Castiel moaned cooperatively, Dean writhing on the bed. “Cas, I’m wet enough now, come on.” Castiel kept licking, holding Dean open and slurping, and Dean scratched at the sheets. Castiel rolled Dean over onto his back, apparently taking in the sight of Dean’s body, particularly Dean’s bobbing cock.
Castiel reached out to touch it, but Dean kept his hand away. “Save it for when you’re in.” Castiel gave a shuddering sigh, gripped himself at the base, and pushed in. It burned just enough for Dean to enjoy it, and then Castiel was inside him, throbbing and hot. “You have no idea how fucking good that is,” Dean looked up; Cas was trembling with the effort not to move. “Cas, I’m not the virgin here. Move.” Castiel shook his head.
“If I move…it feels…” Castiel hung his head, panting, and Dean smirked a little.
“Am I tight, Cas? Is it hot inside me, you gonna come if you move? What if I move, Cas?” Deal rolled his hips, and Castiel quivered. “That felt nice, didn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You know what’ll feel better? Move,” and he grabbed Castiel’s ass and thrust his hips down. That devastated Castiel’s resolve, and he began to fuck Dean in earnest. Dean was about to lay back and just let Cas fuck him into oblivion, when he felt Castiel staring at him as he thrust. “What?”
“Look at me. Talk. Don’t go away.” Castiel slowed enough to kiss him before slamming right into Dean’s prostate and Dean wrenched at the sheets. “Uh-God-Cas, that’s right, fuck me right there, like that, give it to me.” Castiel was thrusting harder, and Dean would have been seeing stars behind his eyes, but his vision was taken up by Castiel; his eyes with their blown pupils, his chest heaving in and out, and those damn parted lips that Dean couldn’t help but kiss and kiss and kiss as Castiel rolled his hips and fucked deeper. Dean felt the bed rock under them, and broke the kiss. "You think about this, Cas, before tonight?" Castiel threw back his head, panting desperately. "Oh yes!" Dean's pretty sure that Cas wasn't answering his question, but he let it slide, because Castiel slammed into his prostate again, his fingers wrapping around Dean's cock.
"Oh god," Dean groaned. "You're so fucking good at this, Cas, fuck me harder, fuck me so hard I can taste it." Castiel rolled his hips and fucked him harder, but slower, teasing Dean with the feel of his cock as he stroked Dean's. "Cas, don't fucking tease me, do it." Castiel groaned, and started to thrust in so deep Dean would have sworn that he could feel it in his throat. "I'm gonna come soon," Dean breathed, feeling his balls tighten. "You close, Cas?"
"I can't," Castiel almost whimpered.
"You feel that rush getting higher, your balls getting tighter?" Castiel nodded frantically, slamming into Dean again. "Good, keep going. Just fuck me, come on, do it, I want to feel you, fill me up." Castiel moaned, and pressed in one last time, jacking Dean's cock. "Oh shit, oh god, yes, yes-" Dean spurted between them as Castiel collapsed, still inside of him.
Dean woke up clean and under his blankets, warmth next to him. He rolled over to look; Castiel was apparently fast asleep next to him. Dean curled against him, finally just...feeling, and he fell asleep listening to Castiel's breathing.