Prompt words: Tops/Bottoms, Domestic, Claim.
Implement: Paddle(s)
'Whack', Dean smiled slightly to himself as the small, wooden paddle in his hand left of a round pink splotch on the naked ass on his lap, he brought it down again on the other cheek relishing in the squeak that escaped the other man's lips. He had plenty of experience with spanking over the years but never had it been fun, not at all like this.
"OW! Deeeaan" he whined as two swats landed in the same spot, damn that hurt. "Cas, don't whine dude, you know you had this coming" he scolded mockingly "you shoulda paid more attention to your domestic duties" he let the paddle fall again on the angel's pink ass with a satisfying pop. His smile widened as Cas started to squirm and wriggle on his lap, rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants.
The paddle fell a few final times before Dean put it aside, Castiel sighed with relief, for an angel he had a pretty low pain tolerance, the relief was short lived as Dean let his hand fall with an almighty smack on Cas's left thigh, leaving a perfect imprint of his hand, a few seconds later a matching one appeared on the right. Dean smiled, he did love staking his claim; the hand prints were far more personal than the smooth wood.
Dean pulled Castiel up, smile widening at the moan from the angel as his trench coat fell over his tender, cherry red behind. His hand went back to rub the absentmindedly rub the sting Dean's strong hand had left in his thighs. "That was unpleasant" he complained, a pout on his face and a whine in his voice.
The Hunter laughed a little and pulled the angel into a hug, he loved their little games of top and bottom, as long as he was on top that is, he like the feel of being in control of Cas, liked the feel of his hand on Castiel's ass and thighs, yup being a top was definitely the way to go.
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Dean fell out of the bed with a thump, he groaned and turned to look at Sam with a glare "what did you do that for?" he demanded, Sam looked at him with raised eyebrows "dude your boner was poking me in the back, were you dreaming about Lisa again?" he asked and Dean tried not to blush.
"Yeah Sammy, sorry 'bout that" he readily agreed, not wanting his little brother to know what or whom he was really dreaming about, he put on a calm and collected face, his usual grin back in place as he got ready to rib his little brother about sex, Sammy was such a prude sometimes.
"All the best nights are woken up from with a boner, if that aint happening, you're doing it wrong dude" he smirked and ducked as his brother launched a pillow at his head, he got up off of the floor and headed to the bathroom to get ready of the day, on his way he landed a sharp smack on his brother ass.
Sammy let out a surprised squeak and turned to glare at his brother, "what was that for?" he demanded, Dean gave his brother a mock stern look and replied "that was for pushing me out of bed".
"Jerk" Sam replied and Dean through a reply of "bitch" over his shoulder as he entered the motel bathroom laughing, he had missed these easy, brotherly moment with his little brother, there hadn't been much of them lately.
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Up in heaven Castiel rubbed his butt gingerly, apparently visiting Dean's dreams could be hazardous, he wouldn't be doing that again in a hurry. Although it had been kind of fun really and it hadn't hurt that much, there was only a slight lingering ach now.
Cas would probably never look at Dean the same again; oh no he would be looking at him in a whole new light from now on, one tinted with pink and red.