Title: Red Stockings
Pairing: Destiel
Warning: Slightly Pornographic, domesticity
"What the hell are these?"
Cas walked out of their shared bedroom; clad in nothing but messy hair and a pair of soft blue boxers, long red stockings held up in anger and confusion. Dean looked over to the other man, before smirking and walking over to him.
"They were supposed to be a gift." Dean replied, grabbing the red stockings from Cas' hands.
Cas looked up at him confused, obvious curiosity in his eyes, but some of the annoyance still remained. "For whom?" Cas asked, wondering why a 'gift' would be hidden away in Dean's sock drawer. Dean didn't respond and instead leaned down a kiss to Castiel's lips, letting the hand not holding the stockings to wrap around Cas' neck before tangling in his hair.
They continued kissing, until Cas felt Dean trail the stocking down his arm, before grazing lower until Dean was letting his hand stretch open the boxers. He pulled apart from the kiss, breathless as he stared at Dean. But instead of stopping his movements, he brought the silk fabric to rub against his groin and Oh-
Dean chuckled lightly at the man's response, continuing his motions of sliding red silk against skin, loving every little gasp and moan the other was making. He let his lips fall to Castiel's neck, biting lightly on his pulse point to elicit another moan.
Dean kept his pace, not slow enough to be considering teasing, but not fast enough to make this over too soon. He brought the hand previously in Cas' hair down to his waist, knowing Cas had a habit of going weak in the knee's while being brought this kind of pleasure, and they were kinda standing in the middle of the room.
Dean could tell Cas was getting close, his quickened breath, the wobbliness of his knees, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head. But Dean being Dean, he decided to play with Cas a little, which is why at that exact moment, he brought his hand out Cas' boxers, red stockings with it and lightly smacked Cas' ass. "C'mon, go get dressed for work or you'll be late." Dean stated, winking at Cas before walking into their bedroom heading for a shower.
Dean was such a fucking tease.