Things are heating up a bit. Hope you guys like it!
Cas's shock is evident as Dean concedes to his request, but then the look is replaced with relief.
"Thank you, Dean," Cas says, before breathing a sigh of relief, the air whooshing past Dean's ear.
"Yeah you better thank me," Dean growls. He gets up and sits on the bed. "So what do I do?"
"You don't have to do anything," Cas tells him, coming to sit beside Dean. "You just have to let me in."
"Let you in? Like a vessel?"
"It's similar to that, yes."
"So are you gonna possess me then?"
"No. Bonding is not like possession. It's a mutual thing, both parties have to take part in it."
"But you just said I wouldn't have to do anything."
"I lied."
Dean chuckles. "So what, do I sacrifice a virgin now?"
Cas looks appalled. "No, just relax."
Dean's reply is forgotten as Cas leans in close to him, pressing their foreheads together again. A warmth spreads throughout Dean's body, starting in his head and going through his limbs. His mouth falls open slightly as the heat spreads into his chest, warming his insides.
He can see Cas's eyes moving beneath his eyelids, back and forth under lowered eyebrows. The angel looks concerned. He presses closer to Dean, tightening his hold on Dean's face, the pads of his thumbs digging into Dean's cheeks ever so slightly.
The warm feeling starts to recede and then Cas is pulling away and Dean asks, "Is that it? Are we bonded now, or whatever?"
Cas shakes his head and looks down at his lap, hands still cupping Dean's face, obviously deep in thought.
"What's wrong, Cas?" Dean asks.
"These physical forms are impairing the bond," Cas states. Dean gives him a look and he explains, "My vessel and your body are creating a sort of blockage between us."
"What does that even mean?"
"It means that I can't get close enough to begin the bonding process." Cas goes silent for a moment and Dean is about to ask what "close enough" means, but then Cas's eyebrows furrow and he says softly, "Intimacy."
"What did you just say?" Dean says, pulling his face out of Cas's hands.
Cas fixes Dean with a piercing blue-eyed stare as he explains, "Soul bonding is one of the most intimate, if not the most intimate form of bonding. These physical bodies are hindering things, but if we can add more intimacy, human intimacy that is, we might be able to establish the connection."
"Stop right there," Dean yells, getting up from the bed and distancing himself from Cas, "Whatever you're gonna say next, just don't say it. Cause there is no damn way I'm doing intimate with you, Cas."
Dean folds his arms and gives Cas a glare. Cas looks back with confusion, which quickly changes to hurt, and dashed hope.
"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do, Dean," he says, "But some form of intimacy is required to complete the bond."
"So what then?" Dean roars, "I let you bend me over and screw me like a obedient little bitch?"
Cas shakes his head, "I don't think that would be required. It just needs to be something that humans would consider intimate."
"But you said most intimate earlier, and that sure as hell sounds like sex and there's no way I'm letting you bang me."
"It just needs to be a more intimate touch than what I was doing," Cas explains in a steady tone.
Dean calms a bit. "So we're talking hand holding?"
"No. I... I... I think that..." Cas's mouth goes dry and so he motions to his lips, trying to make Dean understand.
Dean's eyes narrow and he opens his mouth. Cas waits for the scream of no, but instead Dean simply says, "No tongue."
Cas nods and then Dean is coming back to sit next to him. He sits up straight and says through gritted teeth, "Get on with it."
He closes his eyes and waits, waits for the unpleasant feel of Cas's lips against his. He feels Cas's hands go back to his face, cupping his cheeks, and then the bed dips as Cas inches closer to him. Dean can feel warm breath beating against his lips and then it happens.
Cas's lips are exactly as Dean expected them to be, dry and chapped, but they're also warm and, well, wonderful. It's a chaste kiss, just a light peck, but it makes Dean's breath hitch. Cas must have noticed, because he pulls away, but Dean chases his lips, grabbing the angel by the lapels of that damn trench coat and pulling them together again.
He doesn't know why, but he's enjoying this, damn is he enjoying this. The feel of Cas's lips against his, the way that the angel's lips are a little wet from where his tongue had darted out to rewet them earlier. Dean's actually fantasized about this before, even though he won't admit it. It's hard not to have when Cas stands so freaking close and Dean couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the angel's face and down to those pink lips and he couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like.
Cas shifts a bit and Dean tightens his grasp on Cas's coat, afraid that the angel is going to pull away again, instead Cas presses closer to Dean, gripping the hunter's face tightly. Dean is surprised to feel Cas move his lips against his. Dean responds by letting the angel open his mouth. For a moment he thinks that he's about to get a mouthful of angel tongue, and surprisingly, he wants it, but instead Cas just angles his mouth so that he's kissing Dean's bottom lip tenderly.
Cas pulls back and looks at Dean. Dean regards the angel through lidded eyes as Cas says, "I think I can establish the bond, but we'd have to remain... like that."
"Lip locked?" Dean asks, his voice a bit gravely.
Cas nods and Dean smiles. He leans forward and captures the angels mouth with his and this time it's because he wants to. Dean's not sure why, but he wants this, wants Cas, and that scares him a bit. He ignores this fear and focuses on feeling instead, on feeling the way Cas's lips part easily for him, on the vibration of the moan that comes out of Cas as Dean's tongue plunges into the wetness of the angel's mouth.
It's entirely new, but then again he's done this a thousand times, just not like this. They were just one nighters. Cas is right of course, all the women that Dean's been with, none of them have given him satisfaction. So why does this feel so right? Why does Cas's lips against his feel so damn good, so perfect?
Cas lets his hands drop from Dean's face so that he can work his fingers into Dean's hair. Dean smiles against Cas's lips as the angel pulls him closer and opens fully for him. If this really is a ploy to get Dean to bang him, it's definitely working, and Dean's not complaining.
Dean runs his tongue over Cas's teeth and gums, reveling in the way the angel, no his angel tastes. It's airy and light, no traces of anything, no alcohol or drugs. Nothing. Just pure, endless Cas. Cas nips at Dean's bottom lip and Dean groans at the sensation which sends a jolt right to the pit of his stomach.
He moves so that he is sitting on the edge of the bed, maneuvering Cas so that the angel is straddling him. Cas clamps his thighs around Dean's legs, grinding their hips together ever so slightly and making Dean gasp into his mouth. Dean moves his mouth down to the column of Cas's throat, mouthing at the skin and sinews as Cas arches his neck, giving Dean better access.
Dean mouths at the stubble on Cas's jaw line, running his tongue over it, and then his teeth, grazing Cas's skin, moving down to Cas's neck again, reveling in the way that his five o'clock shadow scratches against Cas's. It's a friction that he's not used to, but damn does it feel good.
Dean yanks Cas's tie loose and shrugs the trench coat off his shoulders, letting it fall forgotten to the floor along with the thin tie. He then proceeds to unbutton Cas's shirt, pushing it open so that he has Cas exposed to him. He runs his hands over Cas's chest, fingers sifting through the light dusting of hair.
It's all so different from what Dean's used to. This is clenched muscles under thin skin, not soft and yielding like he normally sees. This is strong hands angling his head back up to a wet mouth while his own hands grip firm shoulders. This is rolling of hips, grinding together, friction and hard bites, yanking of hair, and entirely Castiel in a way that Dean didn't even know he wanted.
Dean's hands slip down to Cas's stomach and then lower. He presses his palm into Cas's crotch and he can feel the angel's arousal, or his vessel's, he's not exactly sure which, but he doesn't care because he the sound Cas makes sets Dean off. It's a whine, a mewl, followed by a buck into Dean's hand. Dean growls into Cas's shoulder and grabs the angel around the middle, flipping him onto the bed so that he can hover over him.
He traces his tongue over Cas's chest while the angel squirms beneath him, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Dean's jacket. Cas's long fingers yank on the material of Dean's t-shirt and Dean gets the drift. He pulls off his jacket and then yanks his t-shirt over his head, tossing it on top of the pile of already discarded clothes.
Cas's hands are everywhere at once, running over Dean's chest, his shoulders, feeling the muscles under his skin, the scars from past hunts. Cas's fingers dip into the waistband of Dean's jeans and he pulls them down slightly. Not wanting Cas to get the upper hand, Dean slips a knee between Cas's legs and presses hard into the angel. Cas makes a strangled noise and his hands slip on Dean's sweaty back.
Then he's gasping out, "Dean. Dean stop!"
Dean removes his mouth from the spot under Cas's right ear where he had been sucking. He looks down at Cas. The angel's pupils are blown wide, the blue just a thin ring around dark orbs. He pants through swollen lips and Dean has to restrain himself from capturing those lips again.
"What is it?" Dean asks, voice husky with arousal.
"The bond," Cas breathes.
Damn. Dean almost forgot about that, the reason that they were like this, with Dean's knee pressing into Cas's crotch and the angel's breath coming out in short, frequent gasps.
"Yeah, the bond," Dean husks, "Right. Forgot about that." He smiles.
Cas grins back and Dean's heart melts, because he's never seen that smile before, but it's his smile now. He absentmindedly traces a finger along Cas's jaw and over his lips, contemplating kissing him again. Cas stops him by grabbing his hand.
"Bond first. Copulation later," Cas orders.
Dean lets out a guffaw of laughter at Cas's choice of words. Then he gives Cas an evil grin and leans down to whisper into his neck, "Deal."
