Cas's Cock:
Dean had a hold of the angel again, it was confusing and wonderful all at once. The hunter's lips would be brought to my notice immediately, but even the slightest touch could send me fighting for acknowledgement. This body had previously housed a man and men always gave themselves over to my desires, but Castiel didn't work that way. Some of it was his emotions- which were constantly trying to overpower me or were just downright tumultuous; they would prevent me from breaking through. I had muscle memory of my fleshy state becoming hard and my body's arousal giving me a new power, but he didn't always understand it and that was very frustrating. Finally, when he gave into the lust- that is where I'd come in.
Castiel had no previous experience himself, but his body knew what to do, and because of that he would hand over all his rights to me. I was rewarded with a satisfying rush of blood and my work could begin at last. Now that I was in control; albeit fighting constantly to maintain it over the influence of the angel's new and exciting feelings; I would put that fraction of him in a cage and hand the hunter the key.
Dean's hand would grasp me and I would leap to attention- begging for more- Cas would relay my words and I would ultimately get the focus that I required. The strokes would sometimes come from my own hand while Dean used my body in other ways. Often times he would make us wait in a holding pattern of painful wanting while he took my body to new heights of pleasure. The angel's voice would express my annoyance with moans and grunts, and guttural sounds. But in the end- no matter who made the final tug- I would always give up my control to the higher power of climax and wait to blissfully re-live the aches next time the angel thought about his hunter.
Cas's Ass:
The excitement in my muscles caused me to flinch at the taste of wetness on my puckered lips. Dean's tongue was skilled at working me towards readiness. As the rest of my body grew tighter with desire, I loosened at his touch; knowing what the moisture foretold. My body would groan, and beg, and plead as he would tease me with his mouth, before using his fingers to make me open up for him. First, just one, and I would close around it and enjoy the feeling of something foreign and wonderful; and then he would add a second, and my body would respond again with cries of joy and need. Finally, the thrust would come as Dean's cock would push it's way into me, taking over, filling me. It would rub against my crux until my body could take no more and a final crushing spasm would send me to another place as he spilled himself inside. With one release he would bring the rest of my body to a shuddering halt. I would weep at the loss of him (were it possible); but I knew he would return soon enough.
Dean's cock:
The blood rushed in and I was alive again; hard and ready for the task Dean had in store for me. He didn't need to think anymore, just had to free me from the darkness of his clothing and I would take over. My twitching would direct him as to where to put his hands on that angel and he would obey me, as always. The forceful hands would push my target down and lift his body to meet my needs. I could see the tight, warm haven I was destined for and feel the slick of the oil that would soon allow me entrance. The pressure mounted as busy hands made my arrival imminent. A pinch later and I was surrounded by the closeness of flesh, free to rub myself inside the perfectness of Cas's asshole once again. The pace would quicken as Dean complied with my commands, pushing me against the little nub that brought the angel so much pleasure; until finally I could hold back no longer. The eruption was quick and violent and I knew the blood would rush out of me and I would allow the man his free will back. Until I was awakened again.