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So here's the more…physical version of Moments that I promised ;) Some will be extensions of the more suggestive Moments, while others will just be random bits of smut or romance that I think of. Reading Moments isn't necessary for this fic; all you need to know is that it's canon divergent after S10, with Charlie surviving and Cas giving up his grace to get rid of the Mark of Cain, and Sam's got a girlfriend called Rose from prompt 27 onwards. It also might not be in chronological order like Moments is but I'm that obsessive that some probably will be. Updates will be sporadic so don't hold your breath for daily updates like Moments.

I wasn't gonna put it on this site originally. But I've got a few smutty fics in my favourites and they're perfectly fine so hey, why not give it a go?

This one is set after Slow (13) but before Blow (34). Hey, that rhymes!

1. Taking it slooooow

Dean couldn't breathe. Where the hell had Cas learned to do this?

It had only taken a month after their agreement to take it slow before the couple had succumbed to their raging lust (and boners) and begun to move on to the heavy petting. Then, tonight, Cas had announced that he was ready to 'begin engaging in giving Dean orgasms and receiving them in turn' and dammit, he'd just had to do that at the dinner table, hadn't he? Dean had choked on his beer and Sam had spat out his food and hurriedly told Cas that 'this wasn't dinner table stuff' and to 'not discuss any aspect of his brother's sex life in front of him'. They'd then bidden a quick retreat to their bedroom and then – and then, after ripping all of their clothes off, this had happened.

"Caaaaaasssss," Dean groaned, clenching his fists in the sheets. Cas just smiled angelically and gave his dick another stroke, making Dean bite his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. "Dammit, Cas!"

"Do you like this, Dean?" Cas said. "Is this pleasurable?"

"Is this – is this pleasurable?" Dean choked. "How about I kick you in the face if you ask that again?"

"I just want to know that I'm doing it right," Cas said, stroking Dean's dick again. Dean made a small noise and arched into the touch.

"I don't think it's possible to do it wrong," he squeaked. Cas smiled and increased his speed and Dean turned his head and groaned into the pillow, feeling the tell-tale tingling at the base of his spine that signalled the build-up to his release. "C'mon, Cas, faster!"

Cas was more than happy to comply and Dean began to writhe around, overwhelmed by the sensations building in his body and Cas' firm but soft hands stroking up and down the shaft, inexperienced yet perfect. Sex hadn't felt this good since – well, since Lisa! One-night stands and jerking himself off didn't come close! Dean could feel his orgasm approaching…he was climbing the giant wave…and then Castiel added a small twist of his wrist, his thumb brushing over Dean's slit, and Dean absolutely lost it. He howled as pleasure exploded in every nerve and cell of his body, igniting and lighting him on fire, and as he spurted thick white ropes all over Castiel, his muscles seized up and his head tossed from side to side.

"CAAAAAAAAASSSSSSS!" he cried. As he began to sink back down from his orgasm, his breathing stuttery and uneven, he shakily fumbled around for Cas' hand and gripped it in his own sweaty one. Once the tremors in his muscles had begun to die down, he pulled Cas' hand towards him and pressed a fumbling kiss to it.

"Damn, Cas," he gasped. "Where the hell'd you learn to do that?"

"I was an angel, Dean." Cas looked absolutely pleased with himself. "I know all about the mechanics of sex. I just had not experienced them until recently. I didn't know that they could be this…pleasurable. Even the intercourse I shared with April was not this…potent."

He looked down at his pants, where his own dick seemed to be struggling to get free. Dean pushed himself into a sitting position, looking at Cas' crotch with a predatory eye.

"Well, lemme show you just how 'potent' it can be, then."