Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been, never will be.
AN: Written for kissbingo, experimental: ice
A trail of kisses followed the ice down Castiel's chest as he shuddered from the cold and the heightened sensation left in the melting cube's wake. The feather kisses caught up to the ice at the dip of his well-muscled stomach. The light scrape of teeth as the ice was picked up between his lover's teeth sending even harsher shivers through his body.
Slowly, Dean drew the ice back up Cas' chest, circling his nipples until they were almost painfully hard points. Dean sucked what was left of the cube into his mouth, chilling his tongue and lips before taking a nipple between his teeth and biting gently.
The sound that came from his angel was almost primal, striking some deeply buried chord in the hunter's brain. He bit down harder causing Cas to scream and claw at his back. Dean used the melting ice to sooth the roughly bitten peak.
The ice was no more than a sliver on Dean's tongue as he traced it up along Cas' throat, plunging his tongue and the last droplet of ice into the angel's warm gasping mouth.
"You liked that," Dean panted as he pulled away to breathe.
Chest heaving as he panted, "Whatever," he gasped, "gave you that idea?"
Dean laughed, burying his face in his angel's neck. Cas was picking up more and more human traits, though if he were honest they were more 'Dean' traits. "Want more?" he asked almost innocently. Part of him hoped he said no; he wasn't sure how much more of this type of foreplay he could handle, he was already hot and throbbing almost to the point of pain.
The angel smiled mischievously. "Would you mind if I wanted more?" his voice was tentative, as if he was suddenly unsure of himself.
Dean ran a hand down Cas' chest, warm and burning compared to the cold chill of the ice. "Anything, baby," he whispered nipping at the angel's ear.
Cas moaned softly, "Thank you," then quickly flipped their positions. Reaching for the bucket of ice next to the bed, he picked a large chunk and dropped it on Dean's chest.
The cold hit Dean like a lance, shooting straight through him making him hiss with pleasure. "Sneaky angel."
Smiling, Cas lazily watched the ice melt over Dean's flushed and reddening skin. Water began to pool along the valley created between Dean's collar bone and his throat and Castiel couldn't resist the urge to lap slowly, playfully at the moisture collecting there. Below him Dean gasped and shivered as ice cooled fingers played with and twisted his nipples. His warm mouth chasing the ice down Dean's belly, just as he'd done with the angel. Only Castiel didn't stop there, he guide the small cube further down 'til it brushed the head of his cock.
Dean screamed the angel's name, barely able to control himself and hold back the release that had been mounting steadily since they began this little game.
Castiel seemed determined to make his hunter lose control, using his tongue to guide the ice down the length of his shaft down to the base.
Dean's hands fisted the sheets, strangled moans falling from his lips as he fought for control.
Sucking what remained of the ice into his mouth Cas licked a stipe up Dean's throbbing erection stopping at the tip to run his cold tongue over the sensitive slit. The angel barely had time to take Dean fully into his hot-cold mouth before he was cumming, spurting hot, burning shots od cum down Castiel's willing throat.
As Dean rode out his incredible high, he had one thought, 'Next time, hot fudge.'