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Previously, on Shameless...
Suddenly all I wanted was to kiss down his stomach and show him pleasure.
So I did.
"Oh… Dean-" Cas couldn't speak, and his breathing was shortened.
Might as well be cocky. "Yes, Castiel?" I asked, looking up in his beautiful blue eyes.
"That feels…" he was looking for the word, but I dipped lower and kissed his navel, causing a small gasp to escape his lips. "Dean," he whined, threading his fingers through my hair and I growled.
Pulling his pants and boxers down quickly in one motion, I started at his inner thigh and licked up, slowly, teasingly. A beautiful cry escaped his lips and I was overdriven. Overdriven with desire, greed, passion – whatever it was. I just wanted more of him. More of this feeling he gave me.
All I could think of was giving back the pleasure he gave me.
His fingers pulled and gripped my hair, so I took him in my mouth. "More." Cas growled. My back shivered at his voice, it was dangerous and commanding I loved it.
Doing what he asked, I swallowed around him. Swirling at the tip, sucking harshly, and working my way down. I tried to take more without messing with my gag reflex. There was no time to think about if I could have it removed before I could feel his hips as he rolled against me. My nose finally smashed against his skin. His cock was heavy and hot against my tongue. My own dick was pushing against my jeans.
Castiel's hips pumped faster.
"Oh, Dean. You're so good – oh… You feel so good."
Jesus fuck, who knew Cas could sound like this?
"I need more of you," he muttered, his hips slowing, and his hand – which held my head down – slowly pulled me off his member.
Oh fuck – oh fuck – shit, fuck!
A large tremor seeped down my spine from his look, alone.
Cas's eyes were trained on me, looking down his body at me. Blues eyes were steel and face hard. It was lust.
The look he gave me was sheer lust and said that he wanted to devour me. I loved it.
My pants seemed to tighten. Without speaking, he pulled my head up toward his and our lips connected. Fire ignited and sparks flew. My mind exploded and I couldn't think properly. An angel – my angel. One of his hands slid down the curve of my back to land over my ass. He pressed it down firmly against his hips as he rolled into mine.
Our movements were lazy, languid. I loved the slow passion. With Cas in charge, it was more intense. It was unexplainable.
Cas's hand shifted up and then down, going beneath my jeans and underwear. I had to stop kissing him to breathe, but he didn't bother in stopping. Cas was touching me. He wanted me, and if we didn't have sex sometime soon, I would die. I was sure of it.
Cas must have realized I stopped kissing him because he drew back. My eyes were closed, but I could feel him looking at me. While he continued kneading my ass, his other hand buried in my hair. His breath was fluttering against my ear, sending chills down my spine.
"Do you like that, Dean?" Cas muttered. "Do you like when I touch your body like this?"
"Fuck!" I threw my head back.
God – an angel of God and the dirtiest mouth I've heard.
I pressed chaste kiss to his lips, then sat up. "Pants off," I unzipped mine and pushed them down. After a moment of stumbling, they vanished. I looked over at Cas, who gave me a smug smirk. Pressing back down into him, our cocks touched for the first time. I was alive.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," Coherency was not my friend at the moment.
"Do you want to turn over?" Cas asked me.
I opened my eyes to look at him.
"No," I answered, "but you will want to."
Our eyes locked and I wasn't for sure if we were fighting for dominance or not, but either way, he was testing me. I went to grab his shoulders, but as I began to push him over, Cas magicked us so he was on top of me and my stomach was pressed into the leather. "There's no need to pretend with me, Dean. I know what you want."
Cas began to nibble on my ear. "Open,"
His fingers were at my mouth and I opened; wanted to – it was easy this way. As Castiel licked and sucked my neck, I kept forgetting to work on his fingers.
Only soft moans began to fill the car with noise.
Slowly, his fingers slipped from between my teeth.
They trailed down my back. "Don't clench your teeth," Cas muttered.
I bit my lip so tightly that it bled.
Not that the feeling was bad, but it was strange. Licking from the base of my neck to my ear caused my teeth to realize my lip in a hiss.
"Cas…"
"Shh, it will be okay, Dean."
"No. I need more,"
He pushed harder into me, but I loved it. Although uncomfortable, it was still nice. Cas rolled his hips against my ass, then his fingers took a deeper plunge to make it uncomfortable. Until…
"Oh God – Right there – Cas – again!"
Again, he dived into me, and I all but screamed in pleasure. He hit it over and over. I hardly noticed the pain of him scissoring me open. His other hand ran down my spine and grabbed a handful of my butt to give it a squeeze. "You are a gorgeous specimen, you know that?" he muttered.
"Stop it, you'll make me blush." I grunted.
Bringing his hand forward while his fingers still fucked me, he forced my head to turn painfully over my shoulder, then he kissed me.
Breathing became a manual task. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He has so much control over me. I didn't understand a second of it; fingers diving into me and kisses that made my thought process hazy.
Not hazy enough to know when it's time. "Okay, I'm ready,"
"Are you sure?" he replied, calm as ever.
"Yes." I groaned. "Now."
"De-"
"-Castiel, I swear I will-"
But before I could threaten him, I could feel his fingers pull out and he began to press the tip in. It was fucking painful, but it felt so good at the same time. I just needed more.
Now his breath turned ragged. I pushed back on his dick – he was inside me and something odd was fluttering in my stomach. I just needed more.
Pushing up, I rested on my knees, face down. Cas never stopped his slow pace in me. I grabbed at the back of his legs, pushing against him.
"More, Cas,"
"Needy," he replied, but sped up.
Again, he hit my sweet spot, and I melted. I was sure that whatever I was saying was incoherent babble about how much I needed this, and how amazing he was.
A bite on my shoulder was all I got in response for a while. "You feel so good," he moaned, finally. "I could do this…"
He didn't finish, but I didn't need him to.
Cas's pace finally got to a nice pounding, and I was moaning like a whore. But I didn't care. He was the only thing on my mind.
And the son of a bitch pulled out. "Cas, what the hell – ?"
Annnd that is it for tonight. I was going to cut it really short, but in light of the newest episode, I decided; meh. Why not? And now I have caught up to what I have typed. Not to fret, I'm sure something will happen in the next day or so. Probably. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and, as always, I love reviews, constructive criticism and flames are not loved, but welcome.
~The Plutomite
PS: Was that Cas making out with Hannah in the 'clips of the next episode' bit?
