(why are you guys so nice to me oh my gosh thank you so much! here, have more porn before we go back into emotional things)
Dean didn't even realize he was humming until Cas propped his chin on his chest, peering up at him quizzically. "What?" Dean asked softly. His voice was careful, barely over a whisper, as if there was some spell still hanging in the air and any obtrusive sound could shatter it.
Cas wrinkled his nose. "Is that Over the Hills and Far Away?"
A bright smile stretched across Dean's sleepy face. "Might be. So you listen to Zeppelin?"
"My parents did," Castiel murmured, his gaze dropping. Dean frowned and leaned over to kiss his forehead, coaxing a little smile from him.
They lapsed into a short silence before Cas abruptly sat up, his eyes twinkling with mischief and excitement once more. "I want you to sing for me, Dean."
Dean barked out a laugh. "Uh-you sure?"
Cas nodded solemnly. "Of course. That's why I ordered you to."
Dean gulped as another sharp spike of anticipation crawled down his spine. "O-okay." He quickly cleared his throat. "Um-hey lady, you've got the love I need...maybe more than enough...Cas, I'm horrible-"
Cas smirked and nipped at his shoulder, making Dean yelp. "If you keep going, I think you'll like the result. If not..."
"Oh darlin', darlin', darlin'," Dean crooned slightly more enthusiastically, reaching to grasp Cas' narrower shoulders as the younger man started a slow trail of kisses down his chest. "Walk a while with me, oooh you've got so much...s-so much..." His breath abruptly hitched when he felt Cas' hot tongue flick over his nipple, then the other, harder and harder with each desperate little noise that escaped Dean's throat.
Castiel sent him an almost feral grin before lightly clamping his teeth on the pink bud, making Dean's back arch with a drawn-out groan. With that, he pulled away. "I didn't tell you to stop, Dean."
"S-sorry," Dean panted, his mind frantically searching for the rest of the lyrics. "Many have I loved, and many times been bitten, many times I've gazed a-along..."
"Whatever I do, you're not supposed to stop," Castiel reprimanded him more gently as his hand started a slow, languid rhythm up and down Dean's cock.
"The open road," Dean gasped out, one hand scrambling to find Cas' free one. Castiel laced their fingers with a soft smile and slightly sped up his strokes. "Many times I've lied, and many times I've listened, many times I've wondered how much there is to know..."
Cas placed a gentle kiss on his chest, then nuzzled his way down to Dean's stomach with a fond sigh. When his breath just barely ghosted on the pink head of his cock, Dean let out a shuddering gasp. "Keep going," Cas ordered firmly.
Dean nodded, his hands tightening on Cas' shoulders. "Many dreams come true and some have silver linings, I live for my dream and a pocketful of go-gold-Cas!" Dean couldn't hold back the rough cry as Cas' lips just barely wrapped around the head, tongue laving at the tip. Cas just looked up at him with wide, almost innocent eyes.
Thankfully, Dean took the hint. "Mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing, many, many men can't see the open road..."
Slowly, too slowly, Castiel took Dean further and further into that perfect, sinful mouth, till Dean was practically sobbing out the rest of the song and trying hard not to buck wildly into the wet heat. "Many is a word that only leaves you guessing, guessing 'bout a thing you really ought to know, ooooh, oooh, oooh..."
Finally, Cas started to bob his head, sucking hard and fast as Dean's nails dug helplessly into his flushed skin. Suddenly he pulled off, making Dean let out a pathetic whine. "Cas-"
Cas' gaze was heavy and dark with lust as he pressed a kiss to Dean's hip. "Move," he commanded in a low growl.
Before Dean could react in any way other than to make a tiny squeak at the back of his throat, Cas was taking him into his mouth with a quick but fluid motion, clawing at his thigh when he didn't move fast enough. Dean whined again and let his hips slowly shudder upwards. "Oh my-fuck, Cas-"
"Sing," Cas moaned around his cock.
"You-you really ought to know, ooh, ooh...Oh-! Cas, stop, I'll-" Dean tugged desperately at his dark hair, but Cas only growled around him in response, and with that Dean was spilling into his mouth, pulling his hair ruthlessly and gasping out his name in a choked-off cry.
Cas greedily swallowed it all, then kissed a slow, fond trail from the root to tip of Dean's spent cock.
"You've a lovely voice," he murmured hoarsely, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he nuzzled the curled hairs at his crotch.
Dean ran a gentle hand through his abused scalp. "Hey," he said shakily. "Come up here."
Castiel's smile widened as he scooted up to settle in his lap, reverently stroking his sides. Dean returned it with a sleepy grin and sat up so he could wrap his arms around him, kissing all over his face and hair and lastly his mouth, while his hand reached down to gently curl around Cas' own neglected cock. "So damn beautiful Cas...so perfect..."
Castiel whimpered and clutched at him as his strokes grew more surefooted and gradually found a slow, steady rhythm. "Dean-"
"Shh, baby bird," Dean whispered, dipping his head to nuzzle and kiss the crook of his neck. "Come on, sweetheart..."
With a sharp gasp, Cas found himself blissfully flying over the edge, riding his orgasm out in Dean's rough but loving hand and kissing his sweat-damp hair.
After, they settled back into the mattress still wound tightly in each other's arms and legs, lazily kissing and smiling until peaceful sleep finally washed over them.
