A/N- Sorry for the cliff hanger last chapter, no, wait...not really. Lol! I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope to have another chapter up soon.
Disclaimer- Sexual content (not as graphic as most of the stuff I write)
Castiel's POV
I swallowed and sucked in a deep inhale of air, nodding more than I should have. I played my fingers along the exposed skin of his stomach moving up slowly, pushing his shirt up until I couldn't get it to go anymore. I played with the skin available to me for a few minutes, sliding my fingers under the cloth of his shirt. Dean sat up suddenly and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion before falling back to the bed, snuggling close to me. I gazed down at him as I splayed my fingers in the shallow dip of his stomach between his ribs. I ran my fingers along the ribs and hip bones that were more prominent due to the last couple months. I gently trailed my fingers through the line of hair that disappeared into his pants, making him shiver and then explored his chest, one finger drawn spiral at a time. He made these lovely purrs every once in a while that made something shift low inside my body. His body lay bonelessly next to me, completely relaxed as if just these, the most soft and simple of touches was sating some generally unspoken, personal need. I was tracing my fingers along the length of his neck and jaw line when I saw his head was thrown back, mouth open slightly, eyes closed. I had been running my fingers along his body, exploring for time unknown to me and hadn't realized how my almost chaste curiosity might effect him.
Just then I really started to look at him, all of him. I looked at the way his chest and stomach rose and fell with faster inhales than normal. I memorized the way his body looked splayed out for me, because that was exactly what it was and my heart raced. My eyes roamed down to where his jeans sat against his hips. The cloth was so loosely draped over them that I could imagine myself sliding my hand beneath them. The thought made me twitch and I startled a little, recognizing that I was fully erect. I pushed the thought aside as I explored Dean with my hand.
The warm brush of what felt like butterfly wings beat against the walls of my stomach at the way Dean's breath kept quietly catching. As I ghosted my fingers along the skin just above his jeans I had to bite back a moan. The cloth that had been loose against him was now raised, drawing my eyes down to the firm erection pushing at his jeans. My erection did something that could only amount to jumping or kicking. Dean made a small noise and I realized I had been digging my nails into him. I tried to ignore Dean's arousal by going higher on his body. I bit my lip as I traced my fingers across his chest. His nipples were drawn into taught peaks and I just couldn't resist. I ran the tips of my fingers across one in a fast, light movement that made him gasp.
I forced myself to go back to the chaste touches from before and then before I could tell myself not to I found myself running my index finger in light, tantalizing circles around his nipple. His chest rose and fell faster. I ran my thumb over the hard nub and his chest rose a little in response, a throaty noise coming from him. I suddenly, instinctively, pinched the hard flesh between my thumb and forefinger and he moaned for me, arching his back. As much as I told myself to stop I just couldn't. I rolled his nipple between my fingers, his back arching, hands grabbing at the sheets. I wanted him to moan again. I switched nipples and he gave me just what I wanted. I suddenly stopped and his body fell limply back to the bed, chest heaving. I was breathing almost as heavily as he was, erection almost painfully heavy with need. He was looking at me as I ran my fingers lightly down his chest and stomach. His eyes almost glowed with a heat I had never seen before, but he never moved, never told me to stop or go on. I looked away from his eyes back to his body, not wanting to see the moment when he did decide to stop me. I wanted him. I wanted him in a way I'd never wanted anything before in my life.
I dipped my fingers shallowly beneath the tented cloth of his jeans and watched his hips wriggle just the slightest bit. I decided to test my boundaries and tugged the cloth a little upwards getting the same eager response. I was propped on my elbow, not remembering how I got there.
I traced my fingers along the seam running up the inside of his thigh stopping just shy of his groin. I did that a few times, up as far as I dared then back down almost to his knee, building up the courage to go further, watching his erection twitch every time I drew near. When I finally followed the seam all the way up to the juncture between his thighs he arched his back a little and I slid my palm over him. He cried out and I moaned feeling the hard length of him stretched beneath my palm. I traced the girth of him with my thumb and forefinger and roved my eyes up Dean's body to see his head thrown back, throaty moans crawling up his throat, back arched, fingers digging at the blankets.
"Please-" Dean gasped out. I wanted him so very badly I hurt from it. I knew I should stop, some part of me was telling me to stop this. I didn't.
"Undo them for me." The command was just there, no thought needed and Dean obeyed instantly, hands scrambling to get his jeans undone, making small eager noises.
I moaned as his erection sprang free. Dean was watching me as I nudged the cloth further down his hips until I could see all of him with no obstructions. He was magnificent. I wanted so many things in that moment. Then the logical side of my brain kicked in. I would give him release, if I could, but in a way involving the least contact. He might regret this in the morning and I would take as little advantage of him as possible. But, I rationalized, it would be wrong to leave him like this, wouldn't it?
I ran my fingers along the silken skin stretching his hard length and he gasped. My patience suddenly snapped and I closed my fingers around him. He arched his back almost painfully and cried out so loudly it was almost a scream. His fingers dug into my arm as I began stroking him, his hips moving in a rhythm of their own. I watched his body roll, cock sliding in and out of my closed fist and realized I was moaning. Images of Sam with his mouth around Dean flashed through my head and I cried out, desire of wanting to do the same thing tearing through me like a volcanic wave.
Dean's body was taught with desire and need, moans falling from his lips like a litany. His fingers tightened on my arm and he lost his rhythm. I don't know where it came from but I used my leg to knock his leg flat on the bed, pinning both his legs with my own so he couldn't move his hips anymore. I rolled my hand and wrist from base to tip in a long, fluid, fast motion, cock slick now with his own juices, rocking Dean's head back onto the bed. His cries got louder, body tensing and I instinctively locked my mouth around his nipple, biting gently, rolling my tongue over the hard nub. That did it. Dean shouted, his body jack-knifed off the mattress and I had to pull my mouth away from him to avoid accidentally hurting him as he convulsed. Streams of his release were thick and warm on the back of my hand, his fingers dug into my arm painfully. His body fell limply back onto the mattress, hand convulsing on my arm. His other hand found mine and stilled it.
"No more, Cass. Gods, please no more." His voice was gruff. He lay sprawled on the bed cock still hard, gleaming in the dimness of the room with his own juices. I straddled his thighs. I'm just helping him get dressed, just helping him get dressed. You helped him undress, it is only right. Dean opened his eyes to look at me and I stopped, hands resting on his hips. His breathing was still ragged from the previous exertions. I roved my eyes over his body stopping at his gleaming erection standing out like an exclamation point. My cock seized in my pants and I had to close my eyes. It was like I couldn't help myself. My fingers lightly moved along the sides of his cock making him moan. I teased my fingers up and down his length until he was panting for me. I looked at his face seeing his mouth moving and throat convulsing like he was trying to say something he didn't have the air for. I squeezed his cock in my hand and he arched his back, a fresh drop of liquid oozing out the head of him. No sooner than the thought of tasting him crossed my mind I was moving for him. I saw Dean lift his head and look at me right as I flicked my tongue across the head of him. His eyes slid shut and he groaned deeply as I rolled the flavor of him around in my mouth. He was salty with a sweet undertone. I fought myself not to continue but then Dean moaned, snapping my eyes open to see him staring down at me, fingers digging into his thighs, cock twitching not three inches in front of me. Something primitive I could only describe as a growl, crawled up my throat and then I was sucking on the head of his cock. He took a screaming inhale as I pulled him into my mouth until my lips rested against his skin and then he let out a shout, sinking his fingers into my hair.
"Cass!"
Every notion I had to stop died at hearing him scream my name and I gave myself over to my desire. I rolled my mouth over him, sucking and licking, feeling his massive, hard length forced down my throat. He said my name over and over like a prayer. A fine trembling ran through his entire body, his legs twitching, fingers tensing in my hair. I loved the feeling of the impossible combination of hard muscle and incredibly soft skin, sliding in and out of my mouth. Dean's body jerked hard against me, forcing his cock even farther into my throat, my teeth biting into the base of him for a second before I opened my mouth wider to keep from hurting him. He cried out louder and I just went with the moment. I pulled away from him slowly, shoving his hips against the mattress and dragging my teeth lightly up his length ending by rolling my tongue around the head of his cock. He cried out my name again before I sucked him back down, stealing his air. He cried out, hips jerking forward, hand tightening almost painfully in my hair.
"Oh GOD!" He shouted.
Between one motion and the next he went. I felt him explode in my mouth, shoving him down my throat as he screamed my name. His body seized, hips bucking, his free hand tearing at the bed. The muscles in his lower body fluttered against me, legs pinned beneath my weight. I kept sucking him down my throat in long, languid motions watching his spine bow as a fresh burst of liquid heat filled my mouth. He seemed to have no more air to scream as his body bucked and writhed as if rebelling against the pleasure. His hand in my hair seemed to be trying to pull me away from him but stopped as I took him all the way down my throat, closing it tight around him and getting another burst of liquid heat right down my throat. I fell still, his flagging erection throbbing in my mouth in time to his heart beat. I reluctantly pulled back from him, sliding my lips along him. A mild feeling of shame wrapped around me as I already began mourning the feeling of his hardness in my mouth. He cried out and twitched in response right before his hand fell limply from my hair to the bed. I lay next to him, trailing my fingers along his stomach and hips, watching his eyelids flutter as he fought to look at me. I lay there for a while next to him, observing his body calming, breathing regulate. Eventually he looked at me through half-lidded eyes.
"Do you even have a gag reflex?" His voice was husky from our exertions. I laughed and shook my head.
"No. Angels have no need to eat food of any kind. The only reason we have mouths is for oral communication. If nothing is meant to go in our mouths there is no need for a gag reflex." Dean raised his eyebrows like he was going to say something witty then shook his head.
"Damn." He said on a laughing exhale. "Such an unfair advantage."
I frowned and he laughed. I smiled hearing the sound, knowing I would do anything to keep hearing it. I just hoped our adventures didn't change our relationship for the worst.
A/N- So there it is, the first smut scene between Cass and Dean. I hope you all liked this chapter. Please remember to review, I do so love to hear from readers.