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Warning: M, bond-kink


Castiel made sure that every tear that slipped out of Dean's eye was either kissed or delicately licked away. In his haste to cum inside of Dean's so eloquently tight hole, Castiel hadn't noticed he was being rough and had pressed his left hand to Dean's right shoulder where it met his bicep, burning the shit out of the skin.

"I thought you would be stronger than this," Castiel teases lightly, kissing Dean's flushed cheeks.

Dean was either sniffling back snot or whimpering as he held up an ice pack to his burn. "You're a real dick, you know that?" Dean said angrily. The bond had formed and now Dean could feel the grief that his angel felt for hurting his human. At this, Dean's animosity lessened and he nuzzled in to Castiel's side.

The emotional aspect of the formation of the bond was also affecting Dean. Naturally, he would've screamed and cursed quite a bit by getting burned—naturally—but the onslaught of Castiel's emotions mingling with his had caused Dean to lash out with tears instead.

"Are you alright?" Castiel asked, his voice soft as he nosed Dean's hair.

"I want this stupid collar off. Now," Dean demanded, glaring at his bare feet.

Short chuckles erupted from the angel. "I was kind of thinking you should keep it on; it accentuates the greenness of your eyes," he said fondly. "And it reminds me of what a dirty little slut you are behind that tough-guy exterior."

Dean punched Castiel in the chest and got up, not acknowledging his own blush that made him feel like it was two hundred degrees in the bedroom.

"Don't make me threaten you," Dean said, pointing a finger at Castiel and glaring daggers.

Now he was smirking, leaning back on his elbows, one hand holding the spot where the human had punched a moment ago. "Actually, I take it back. I'd like to fuck you when you're being bossy." He nodded to his lap, acknowledging the semi he was sporting.

Dean stared as hard as he could and eventually Castiel got onto his knees and painstakingly slowly got the collar off of him. He rubbed the red flesh there and scowled at his reflection in the mirror. The skin was an angry red colour, but it wasn't for long.

Castiel came up behind him, just two or so inches taller, and pressed his fingers to the scratches on Dean's neck. And just like that, just like Dean knew, the marks were gone and his skin returned to the creamy colour like usual.

"You will never cease to amaze me," Dean murmured, looking into the mirror.

Dean knows these things about angels, and of course it is just something else entirely to be able to see it done in real life. "Don't be so corny." Castiel waves his hand.

The human didn't know what to say to that; Castiel was obviously being modest. He ducked his head and started playing with the sheets. He was butt naked after all, as was his angel, and it was extremely silent.

Michael made his way into the room and jumped onto the bed, watching the angel tentatively. Castiel became suddenly aware of the extra presence and turned to glare at the back cat.

To Dean's surprise, he actually held his hand out and the cat approached close enough where Michael could sniff the back of his palm.

"Mi… Michael likes you now?" Dean stuttered.

Castiel turned to Dean and then back at the cat. "Yeah. He knows whose boss around here." The brunette boy sort of did a little head tilt and Castiel rolled his eyes, reaching out and pulling Dean into his lap so that they could both touch and pet Michael. "Your feline knows we're mated. He knows whoever fucks his master has become his master as well and he has laid himself unto me. Actually quite cute when he's not being a wet pussy."

Dean sighed. "You think you're the master of everything. If I didn't let you piss all over every surface in my house I swear you'd be even cockier."

"Cockier?" Castiel asked, beginning to rut his hips up into Dean's soft ass. The angel placed his hands just ghosting over his human's crotch, tight enough on his thighs that he couldn't move, but instead grind back down. "You want some more of my cock, human?" he asked, leaning in close to Dean's ear and kissing his earlobe.

Castiel had no shame when it came to enticed pleasure. It was something that Dean would've never known he had had a kink for, as he had generally been the top in all his past relationships, always the one fucking into others, women and the very occasional man. He didn't feel it right to whisper condescending things to women, as it made him feel like an arrogant masochist, even if it were for the sake of a mind blowing orgasm.

"Because I'm more than willing to watch your mouth sink onto me right now," he said, and thrust his hips up into the cleft of Dean's ass, eliciting a high pitched moan from the brunette.

Everything had gone bright like an explosion right before the man's eyes. It wasn't such a magnitude as a prostate induced orgasm, but it was up there and Dean wondered what the fuck that just was. He gulped in air and yet his brain couldn't process how to speak yet.

"Yeah, you don't learn that in A.B. textbooks, do you?" Castiel asked, jokingly.

"W—what, what was that?" Dean inquired, shifting so that he could get out of Cas' lap and look at his angel.

Castiel cocked a brow. "We're mated, Dean. When you feel a flare of desire or cravings and I am feeling something similar at the same time, the bond allows our senses to seep through to each other."

"So… If I'm imagining you fucking me in the kitchen and you're in the bedroom, will you pick up those desires… You can get up and find me?" he asked, worrying his bottom lip in between his front teeth. It was too good to be true.

"How about I show you?" Castiel said lowly in a husky tone. Dean's face flushed red and he imagined Castiel closing the space between each other and crashed their lips together, his large, warm hand snaking under the sheets to grasp the man's cock in his hand and give it a few quick pumps.

It was weird, though, because it happened in his brain just seconds before Castiel did the exact same thing. "Hold on!" Dean shouted, throwing his hands up. The dark winged angel looked up with a frown but didn't remove his hand. His cheeks flushed an impossible red. "Can you… Like, read my mind?" I was never taught this part!

This made the angel smile, and a burst of butterflies erupted in his chest. "I can't deliberately read your mind, no, but I can sense what feelings you're feeling strongest, like if you're mad at me, upset for some reason… Or just simply feeling horny. It's for me to interpret your emotions so that I can fulfill them."

Like I said, too good to be true, Dean thought to himself.

"So are you just going to think these things, or are you going to tell me out loud?" Castiel asked, pressing his fingers to Dean's collarbone and swiftly pushing the brunette over so that he was now resting on his back.

"M—my c—cock would appreciate some, uh, attention," Dean sputtered, looking anywhere but in Castiel's too fucking blue eyes. The angel still had a good hold on Dean's member, and he looked down and smiled at it.

"My pleasure," he said with an insanely hot wink. Castiel slowly shimmied his hips down so that he was on his stomach on top of Dean's legs; his hand on Dean's base while his nose nuzzled the head, breathing in the heady scent of his not recently washed cock.

Dean couldn't stand it. He knew if he stared into Castiel's eyes any longer he would cum mercilessly before any real fun even began. He tore his gaze away and settled it on the leash by the bed, wondering what kind of kinky things could happen with the leather thing.

Shit.

"Cas, no!"

Castiel jumped off the bed, snatching the hot pink leash off the hardwood floor and grinning at it, and then at Dean. "What's wrong, Dean? I know what you're thinking, and it's in my best interest that you get everything you want."

The angel lifted his leg and rested his knee on either side of Dean's hips, leaning in and rolling his hips against Dean's cock, the frottage too deliciously irresistible.

He took both Dean's wrists and pulled them behind the human's head, slipping a part of the leash inside of Dean's mouth so that the leather, his eyes wild, muffled the boy's surprised screams shouting stop, please—while his head sang oh, fuck me I'm going to cum!

"I have this odd desire to use one of those cellular devices you have and take a photo of you," Castiel said, his lips quirking into a tight smile and his eye looking mischievous.

Dean had no idea how much that idea was turning him on, but the fact that it was him all sprawled out, his face lewd and fuckable and his body heaving and sweaty and wanting more.

"So beautiful, Dean, you don't even realize," Castiel said, becoming very compassionate for a moment and swooping in to brush the back of his fingers against the man's soft cheek. Dean's lips parted and he almost choked on his own spit, the leather in his mouth shocking him back into reality.

"So do you want me to fuck you nice and sweet, or dirty and rough? Perhaps on the floor would excite you?"

Dean couldn't exactly respond, but he wasn't really in the mood for something so slow and romantic at the moment. No, at the moment, he wanted someone rough and domineering slamming his cock into him at an accelerated speed.

Castiel didn't decipher what Dean was thinking completely, but he got the idea of what Dean was craving. "I want to fuck into your mouth so hard right now, but I'm fearful you'll awaken the neighbors," Castiel considered, tapping his first finger to his lower lip. "Perhaps I want to blindfold you, too."

"Juss. Fuuk. Meh," Dean seethed through the leash slowly. Castiel laughed aloud and the cat hissed from the floor. The angel's wings flexed themselves, expanding to their full length before squeezing back in to Cas' back and staying there. He got a handle on the backs of Dean's thighs, whipping them with two fingers each at a fast pace that had the human growling.

"This hole right here?" Dean made eye contact with the angel and glared daggers at him. Cas looked down at the hole and tsked. "So wet for me, darling."

And he was wet. He was slicked. What in the actual fuck—?

"Well this appears to be another thing that those silly Behaviour textbooks don't exactly delve into," he joked, sliding a finger into Dean's wet heat. "Your body is making itself more accommodating for me, Sweetheart."

Dean squeezed his eyes closed, knowing he shouldn't be so embarrassed of his body after the angel had just fucked him three plus hours prior. But another digit entered his ass and soon after another and another, the pressure becoming too sweet and he needed something bigger like what had filled him last night.

"Caaas," Dean murmured lowly, wanting to tell Castiel what he wanted, but not sure how to tell him what with the stupid leash jammed in his mouth. I'm going to murder you if you don't fuck me now.

Castiel didn't really need anything else to tell him what needed to happen. He retracted the four fingers and sucked them into his own mouth, his eyes fighting to stay open, as he tasted the delicious slick that was Dean Winchester.

Bringing Dean's legs up so that they were resting over his shoulders, Cas lined himself up with Dean's hole. There was small resistance when he initially tried to push in, but then when he got past the first ring of muscles, Dean clamped down on him like he was too terrified to allow the angel access.

"Dean…" Castiel whispered dangerously. Dean's eyes were still closed painfully tight, his arms trembling behind his head when he felt a soft hand press to his stomach. "Relax for me, Dean."

Castiel slid in easier now, promising to himself and to Dean through the bond that he would go easier on him, make this time last longer, and make it more pleasurable for the both of them.

Dean let out little mewls at every single thrust, whimpering things that even Castiel's keen ears couldn't understand. They were addictive to listen to, however, and Cas felt himself leaning forward so that he could listen to more of them.

It became a game when Castiel would hurry up his thrusts, Dean's breathing and cute little moans would increase and get louder. The angel found himself smirking at Dean's over sensitized expression, but it only made him go harder and faster.

"Cas!" Dean cried through the leash. Castiel reached his hand over to Dean's face and wrenched the hot pink fabric out of the man's mouth and pulled it around the top of his head so that he could press his lips to Dean's panting ones, now looser with words and cries. "Cas! Cas! Cas!"

The man's receiving hips were beginning to synchronize with Cas' rhythmic rolling of his thighs, his cock inside of Dean hitting him in the same spot over and over and causing Dean's brain to short-circuit. "Fuck, Dean. I swear to God… I'm in love with this… With you…!" He began grunting into every thrust, now able to sense his own near end.

The bond began flaring up, and it was either that or maybe the fact that Castiel had clutched his hands to Dean's hips and began pushing in further and further, pressing that button inside of him that just made him go coo-coo for Cocoapuffs, but Dean was roughly thrown off the side of the cliff, his cock spewing his cum all over his own stomach.

Castiel growled ferociously, pulling himself out of Dean and holding his cock over his human's stomach, the long length erupting with hot sheets of cum.

The two were both breathing heavily after the activity, coming down from their own highs, the bond feeling tingly between them.

After a moment, a thought occurred to Dean as Castiel sat down cross-legged next to the human. "Why… Why didn't you cum inside of me, Cas?" he asked, looking up at his angel with bright emerald eyes. Castiel's cheeks flushed and his bit his bottom lip.

"I don't know if you're ready…" he began

Something dark flickered through the channel of the bond and Dean snapped, "Is there something you're not telling me!?"

Castiel sighed and began petting his own wing, looking offhandedly for any falling feathers; he would need a slicking soon.

"Cas!"

"Okay!" Castiel reluctantly said, dropping his wing. "If… I were to ejaculate inside of you… There's the new possibility that you will become pregnant with my child."


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