Dean slid into the booth opposite Benny with a sigh. "Thanks for coming out with me, man."

Benny nodded as the waitress left with their drink orders. "Can't say I'm surprised. What's on your mind?"

Dean fiddled with the napkin for a bit before raising his eyes to meet Benny's. "Cas wants you and Jimmy to help us with a scene."

"Okay," Benny said as he leaned back. "Is that all?"

"Yep."

Benny raised his eyebrows. "You sure?"

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Are you pulling some Dom shit on me?"

"Do I need to?"

Dean sighed and scrubbed a hand at the back of his neck. "Cas hurt someone. He had a bad teacher and it put him off intense play. He's scared."

"Are you?" Benny took a sip of the soda the waitress dropped off.

The men placed their orders and sat in silence for a minute after the woman left.

"No," Dean whispered. "He thinks I should be, but I'm not. I trust him. What happened really wasn't his fault. He knows better now."

Dean relayed the story to Benny, feeling a bit squeamish when the normally happy man's eyes darkened to something akin to rage.

"It's a good thing that bitch is gone," Benny growled. "People like that are what give people like me a bad reputation."

Dean was nodding. "Seeing how you were with Jimmy . . . I think it gave Cas hope. He wants to try, for me."

"Can I ask a few things?"

Dean lifted his palms in an open gesture to indicate Benny should go right ahead.

Benny watched Dean for a beat before sighing. "The best way to teach is to show and participate. Did you guys think about that?"

Dean blinked slowly. "I don't understand."

"I can't teach Castiel what you like if I don't know, Dean."

Realization dawned slowly. "So you'd be. . . with me?"

Benny nodded. "Possibly. It would be best, actually." He held his hands up in a supplicating gesture. "Nothing sexual. I have no inappropriate feelings for you, brotha."

Dean shot him a crooked grin. "Cas would castrate you."

"I figured. But you need to make sure he's okay watching me have that kind of position over you, even just once. It would be best if he would practice a little with Jimmy too but I don't know how he'd feel about that bein' twins and all."

Dean munched on a fry from his plate. "Jimmy would be down, that kinky motherfucker."

Benny threw his head back with laughter. "You don't even know."

Dean groaned.

Dean found his fiance in their kitchen, ass swaying to the radio as he stirred something on the stove.

Dean pressed behind Cas, his hands finding their way to slim hips. "Where's Sam?"

Cas leaned his head back against Dean's shoulder, exposing the long line of his neck. "Jo's. Again."

Dean took advantage of the skin being presented and began pressing kisses there. "That boy needs to grow some balls and move in with her."

Castiel hummed as he began to grind against Dean's erection. "And what would we do with an empty apartment all to ourselves?"

"Do you want the list? You'd never be allowed to wear clothes and I'd be able to routinely fuck you until you scream." Dean punctuated his words with a firm bite to the chords of Castiel's neck.

In a flash, Dean found himself pinned to the wall with Castiel's hand at his throat.

"And what makes you think you make the rules?" Cas asked, his voice dipping into oh shit territory.

Dean whimpered as lust shot through him.

Cas applied the slightest bit of pressure to Dean's neck. Not enough to cut off his air, but enough that he could feel it. "What if I want you in nothing but panties at all times? What if I demanded that you stay prepped for me so I can bend you over whenever I want?"

Dean rode Castiel's thigh where it was lifted between his legs, chasing the friction with reckless abandon.

"In fact, why don't you go do that. Prep and panties. I want a treat after dinner," Castiel purred before grinding his leg against where Dean's erect cock was trapped in his pants.

Dean whimpered when Cas pulled away. It took several deep breaths before he could make his way to their room. He stripped down and lay spread eagle on the bed for a few seconds. If he started fingering himself immediately he'd come without permission.

Once he was calm enough, Dean slowly worked himself open for his plug. Cas hadn't specifically mentioned the plug but "prep" usually meant to use it.

Plug situated, he pulled open his panty drawer. A smirk crossed his features as he thought back to the day he'd discovered he needed an entire drawer for his panty collection. He rarely wore anything else when it was just he and Cas. He was careful to wear briefs over the top if he wore some to work, in case his pants slipped at all.

A pair of lemon yellow lace boy shorts were pulled up his legs. The bright color made his skin look even more tan. They had been a gift from Castiel as Dean wouldn't have picked the vibrant hue on his own but had come to love it.

Dean made his way back to a kitchen filled with a pulsing beat. Cas had stripped his shirt and was swaying to the music, his jeans sliding lower on his hips with each undulation.

Dean couldn't help himself, he pressed his body to Castiel's and brought them into a thrusting rhythm. Cas turned in his grip and slotted their hips together with a smooth roll.

You do it to me so well

Hypnotic takin' over me

Make me feel like someone else

You've got me talkin' in my sleep

Cas slipped his hands into the back of Dean's panties, gripping his ass firmly before scratching his nails. A hiss followed by a low groan erupted from Dean.

I don't wanna come back down

I don't wanna touch the ground

Dean whimpered when Cas wrapped a hand around his neck and licked across his lips.

Hypnotic takin' over me

Cas ran light fingertips over Dean's leaking cock where it was visible at the waistband of the panties. He brought precome wet fingers to his lips and sucked, only breaking eye contact with Dean when his eyelids fluttered with pleasure.

Their lips met again and Dean could taste the hint of himself in Castiel's mouth.

Cas pulled back with a small grin. "Bend over the table."

"What?" Dean asked, his voice cracking on the word.

"Table. Bend over. I won't ask again."

Dean rushed to obey. He spread his legs the way he knew Cas liked.

Cas ran a hand up the outside of Dean's quivering thigh. "I love these gorgeous bowlegs of yours." He leaned down until his chest pressed against Dean's back. "I love seeing them spread out underneath me." He ground his hard cock against the plug in Dean's ass, pulling a series of high pitched whines.

Cas kissed his way down Dean's spine, reveling in the way his submissive's breath caught with each press of lips to skin. When he reached the indents above Dean's tailbone he gave a long lick along the path he'd just blazed with his lips.

He hooked the waist of Dean's panties and dragged them slowly down. "I thought I could wait until after dinner but you're far more appetizing at the moment."

"Life's short, eat dessert first?" Dean tried to joke.

Castiel only hummed and bit lightly at the swell of his ass, causing Dean to yelp with surprise before moaning with pleasure.

Cas teased the plug out with agonizing slowness and lots of twists that drove Dean to the brink of insanity. He tossed it on the floor, knowing they had plenty of cleanup ahead of them anyway.

He pulled lube from his pocket and quickly slicked his cock. He filled Dean with one firm thrust. Both men cried out in unison as Cas began pounding in and out of Dean.

"Touch yourself," Cas barked out.

Dean reached down to stroke his cock under the rough lace. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm gonna come, Cas."

Castiel's response was to bottom out inside Dean while leaning forward to bite his shoulder with enough force to bruise.

Dean came with a shout, come surging onto the tabletop in front of him.

Cas fucked into him faster. The punched out whines Dean was making combined with the hot vice around his dick shoved him over the edge with a low growl.

Both men were breathing hard as Cas carefully slipped out of Dean.

Dean straightened with a groan. "I'm getting too old for this 'not in the bed' shit, dude."

"Did you not enjoy yourself?" Cas asked with an eyebrow raise.

Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and kissed him on the neck. "Of course I did. But now we have to sanitize everything or Sam will have a fit."

"How is Sam going to know unless you tell him?"

Dean smirked. "Little brother senses."

"That isn't a real thing, you ass."

Dean laughed as he grabbed supplies to clean the table. "You just wait."