Chapter Six.
Cas tied Deans' hands to either bed post, then he moved down and pointed at Deans' legs.
"Can I tie these too?" Cas asked, smirking.
Dean nodded, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at the angels lips.
Cas pulled his eyebrows together, he crawled back up the bed. He parted Deans' legs and climbed up between them, he maintained heavy eye contact. He stopped with both hands next to Deans' rib cage, on either side and his face just inches from Deans'.
He could feel Cas' hot breath and the undeniable electricity between them. He wiggled around and let out a groan when his cock rubbed against Cas' leg, causing intense friction. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling.
"Look at me, Dean."
Deans' eyes flew open at the sound of Cas' voice. It was low, like a growl, and so... dominant. He looked up into the angels' eyes, trying to even his breathing.
"Use your words. Can I tie your ankles to the bed as well?" Cas' voice still powerful, so full of want.
"Yes, Cas." Dean barely got the words out.
Cas smiled, and slid back down the bed. He tied Deans' ankles down and checked them the same way Dean had checked his fingers. Then he reached for the tie, and placed it gently over Deans' eyes. He took a step back and admired the sight in front of him.
Dean was trying to control his breathing, listening intently to any noises around him. Everything was silent, he didn't know what Cas had planned.
Cas looked down at Dean, watching his chest rise and fall. He could tell Dean was trying to guess what was going to happen. He placed a finger on Deans' right foot, Dean immediately jumped at the contact. He trailed the finger up his leg, at an achingly slow pace.
Dean let out a long drawn out groan, and pushed his leg towards Cas, trying to get more contact.
Cas quickly pulled his hand away. "Oh no, Dean. You're going to stay still." It wasn't a question. Cas' voice was like gravel, Dean nodded. "Words, Dean."
"I'll stay still." It was more like a whisper.
Cas smiled and placed a finger back on the ankle, starting the sweet torture all over again.
Deans' leg shook. He bit his lip, using all his might to stay still.
Cas reached Deans' inner thigh, then stopped.
Dean gasped at the sudden loss of contact. Then he twitched as Cas began on his left ankle. His cock twitched, and he thought he was going to explode right there.
Cas watched every reaction Dean gave, taking in all the new information he was receiving. He slowly made his way up to the inner thigh again. Then stopped and climbed in between Deans' legs. He put a finger on either side and Cas watched as Dean tried to control his body. He slowly made his way up, he licked his lips as Deans' cock jumped in response to his touch.
Dean was practically panting, trying to absorb any touch Cas gave him.
When Cas reached the top of Deans' thighs, he stopped. He leaned over putting his lips right above Deans'.
It took everything Dean had to not lean in.
"Tell me what you want, Dean."
Cas' voice sent a chill everywhere on Deans' body.
"I.. want you." Dean could barely speak.
"You want me to what?" Cas' voice was a whisper.
"Touch me. Please."
"Oh, Dean. You can do better than that."
Deans' breath caught in his throat. Did Cas want me to beg?
"Cas, please. Please, touch me." His voice was full of longing and want.
Cas trailed a finger over the head of Deans' cock.
Dean immediately moaned and bucked his hips up.
"No, still." Cas reminded him.
"Please! Oh, God. Cas, please!" Dean was trying so hard to not move. His whole body was shaking with anticipation.
Cas lowered himself, his face right above Deans' cock. "Beg for me, Dean."
Dean let out a low groan, "Please, Cas! Please!" He didn't recognize his own voice, it was so desperate.
Cas licked from the base to Deans' head.
Dean let out a moan he would never admit to and pulled on his restraints, trying to remain still.
Cas took Dean into his mouth, a slow agonizing rhythm.
Faster, Cas. Please, faster. Dean started subconsciously praying.
Cas immediately responded, moving faster. He felt Dean shudder underneath him. He kept going, faster, harder, deeper. He reached up and removed the tie from Deans' eyes.
Dean looked down at the angel, his pupils dilated with lust.
"Oh, fuck. Cas. 'M not gonna last..." Dean's words came out in a slur.
Cas held the eye contact, hollowing his cheeks and taking Dean to the back of his throat.
I'm coming, Castiel. Dean prayed so hard.
Cas took every drop down his throat and licked Dean until he was soft.
Dean was left panting.
Cas reached up and untied his hands, then crawled off of the bed and untied his ankles. He looked up at Dean through his eyelashes. Both of them naked, yet surprisingly comfortable around each other.
"Did I do alright?" Cas' voice was full of wonder and concern.
"Cas... That was amazing." Dean was still trying to control his breathing.
"Next lesson, paddles and whips."
Cas looked confused, but Dean just smiled.
Oh, heeeeey. This chapter was just as fun as the last! Anyway, song on repeat? Don't Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Please review, it makes me so happy. ;)