Dean fumbled with his keys, pulled the small silver one out to unloack the door. He pushed it open, setting the groceries down. All of a sudden, a ripping guitar line started playing. He recognized it...Def Leppard. His head snapped up and he saw Cas in the corner, with a devilish smile face. The angel strutted towards him, pulling his tie free of his shirt and throwing it on the ground. Dean was confused, but hell if this wasn't hot. Cas pinned Dean to the wall, slamming the door behind him as he ground into his hips to the beat of the song. He turned around and let his ass linger as his hips swung right by Dean's crotch.
Pour some sugar on me!, the song blared from the stereo.
Dean wanted to lean forward and grab him, but he was struck dumb by this sudden...striptease. Castiel threw his shirt behind him, smiling as he danced away from Dean, already working on his pants button. Dean caught the shirt and laughed. The little grin grew a little as Cas kicked away his pants to reveal he'd been going commando. Naughty little angel..
Cas looked over his shoulder and bit his lip, grabbing something off the table in front of him.
red light, yellow light, green light, go!
He turned around, revealing a bottle of chocolate syrup and...lots more. He walked the short distance to Dean and leaned into him, grinding on his thigh. Dean gasped and reached out to touch him, but he was already gone again. He'd backed up a few steps and fallen down on his knees, looking up at Dean through his lashes.
"Fuck.." dean mumbled, fiddling with his belt buckle, too preoccupied by this sudden desire to see what Castiel was about to do.
And so when the chorus hit, and Castiel was pouring chocolate syrup all down his front, Dean nearly came. He was thrusting his hips as it dripped all over him, from his neck to his groin. Dean didn't even think twice before falling to his knees and lapping it up, moaning as the song blasted in the background.
Yes, this was going to be a very sweet night.
