Wow things have been hectic lately.
But good news, I have planned out what I want to happen in the next few chapters, and as long as I don't think of anything else to write there is going to be six more chapters. I could have made it longer, but I'm going away a week on Saturday so I want to try and get this story finished before I go away.
Um I never do warnings cause I always forget, so um buttsex and panty kink.
So enough of me rambling. The more feedback I get the faster I get the chapters out.
Yes I know, blackmail. That's very low of me. But then again. You guys love it.
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The next few weeks pasted fairly quickly for all of the men. Castiel had started visiting Dean at least once a week, sometimes more, all of these visits resulting in them making out in Dean's dressing room like a couple of horny teenagers, even fucking in the alley on one particular occasion. All in all things were going well.
Which was why Castiel tried not to worry when Dean called him, telling him to come over to his place as soon as possible. It could be a good thing for all he knew, but as with everything else, Castiel immediately assumed the worst. Such was the life of a terminal pessimist.
As he pulled up outside Dean's house he took a deep breath, and forced himself to relax. He looked at the pie sitting innocently next to him, it was a stupid gesture but it things were as bad as his imagination had convinced him, hopefully the pastry would help appease Dean in some small way. Because if there was one thing he loved more than his car, it was pie. Apple specifically.
When Dean opened the door with a massive smile on his face, Castiel felt his anxiety and doubts melt away, when he was faced with Dean's brilliant white smile he couldn't believe he'd jumped to the conclusion he was breaking up with him.
"Oh god did you bring pie?" the look on Dean's face was absolutely adorable; he looked like a child on Christmas.
"Why of course. And it's apple." His eyes light up at this and he looked at Castiel hungrily. At times like this it was hard to tell what was stronger, Dean's lust for him, or his lust for the pie.
"You really are the best boyfriend ever." Dean grabbed Castiel's face with both hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss, his chapped lips slid perfectly against his own, that perfect pressure that sent shivers down his spine. An electric feeling that pooled in the bottom of his stomach, a satisfying warmth.
He couldn't help but let out a little moan at the fantastic feeling, he'd never been kissed like this before. Each precious touch of his lips against Dean's was special, a wonderful feeling that spread throughout his body.
Before, kissing was always just a prelude of better things to come, but this; this was a whole other thing. He loved the flutter in chest at that first press of soft, pouty lips. Dean really was made to be kissed. Sinful, tempting lips. Oh the things he wanted to do to them.
Almost as though Dean had been reading his thoughts, he'd pulled back from their embrace with a cheeky look on his face. He had lust written all over his face, lips swollen from kisses, pupils blown wide and hair sinfully ruffled.
"I think we better go inside, don't you?" The look Dean gave him made him choke on his words; instead he just nodded dumbly and let himself be led inside by his boyfriend.
When they got in Dean pushed him on to the couch. "Sit there. I'll be out in a minute." And with that he'd disappeared into his bedroom
Castiel could feel his heart racing, although this time it wasn't anxiety, it was arousal.
He could feel his cock in his pants, half hard from their impromptu make out session and the anticipation of what Dean had planned for him. Castiel managed to restrain himself from palming his dick, instead letting fantasies of him and Dean, naked together, and wash over him.
It had felt like hours to Castiel by time Dean was ready, although he knew this wasn't the case, it was just his arousal fogging his senses.
"Can you close your eyes please babe?"
Of course Castiel complied, and he told Dean when he had.
Although he couldn't see, he could sense Dean's presence, Castiel could feel the warmth radiating off of him. He tried not to flinch when Dean softly stroked his stubbly cheek; Dean's breath was hot next to his ear.
"Open your eyes baby."
When he did he gasped. Dean stood tall in front of him wearing, what looked to be a new stripping costume.
His hair was gelled and parted, making him look sophisticated yet sexy. And his eyes were lined with kohl bringing out the intense green of his irises. He could see Dean's muscles and dusky nipples through the tight white dress shirt he wearing, and oh god he ached to pull that skinny black tie and drag Dean down into a deep kiss.
The last part of the outfit was by far the hottest; Dean was wearing a pair of booty shorts, not unlike the ones he had worn on the first time they'd met. But these ones were leather. And Castiel could see his hard cock straining across the front. The whole thing painted an obscene picture; actually a picture was a good idea.
He pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture. Dean raised an eyebrow at this.
"I take it you like what you see?"
Castiel pulled Dean down by his tie, so that he was on his knees in between his legs. As he leaned over he whispered in Dean's ear.
"Don't ask stupid questions."
"You know this means I get to take a picture of you too?"
Castiel chuckled. "Of course baby." He gave Dean a heated look. "Let's get to the fun stuff shall we?"
Castiel took the deep kiss Dean gave him as a yes.
He slowly unbuttoned Dean's shirt, all the while looking him dead in the eye. Castiel could feel Dean's breathing get faster, his shaky breath warm against his skin.
Castiel never got tired of seeing Dean's perfect body, he was like a model. He was muscular, but not so much so that it was too much, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, just perfect curves and toned lines.
His nipples were already peaked, and Castiel bent down to take one in his mouth, loving the way he could drag those beautiful moans out of him.
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Castiel's lips on his chest were like heaven. Each press of his lips left an electric imprint on his skin; he could just sit there all day, being worshipped by his boyfriend.
He knew wearing this outfit was worth it.
"Bedroom." He said between moans. "Bedroom. Now."
He grabbed at Castiel's clothes as they went, trying desperately to get more naked skin, he needed to touch him.
By this time his carefully styled hair had been completed messed up, leaving him looking dishevelled and thoroughly fucked out.
When they had actually reached him room they'd left a trail of clothes, Castiel now only clad in his tight black boxer briefs, which stretched obscenely over his bulge. He was the very personification of sexual desire. He flung himself down on to the bed, spreading himself out, as an invitation.
"The stuffs in the drawer."
They usually were at Castiel's place when they got together, and whenever they were at his he always fetched the lube. And he remembered too late why that was.
"Dean… what's this?" in his hand was a pair of satin, blue panties with a black lace trim. He could feel his heart skip a beat. He'd never meant for Castiel to find them.
"Dean, answer me! Are you cheating me?" he could hear the desperation in Castiel's voice, his eyes starting to glaze over with tears that threatened to fall.
"What? No! … Cas, it's not like that honestly." The disbelief shown on his face was obvious, not that Dean blamed him, the situation was impossible. He'd have to tell the truth.
"They- they're mine."
Castiel expression immediately changed into something unreadable. Until he could see the glint in his eye, and a tiny smirk appearing.
"Put them on." The command in his voice was obvious, and how could he say no?
Silently he peeled of the rest of his outfit, hissing when he felt the cool air against his erection. He grabbed the panties out of Castiel's and looked him dead in the eye as his slid the cold fabric up his legs.
He'd never seen Castiel look so full of lust. He eyed Dean's cock hungrily; he was so hard the small scrap of fabric barely contained him.
"Lie down." Dean loved the way his body shuddered from the commands, Castiel's voice was wrecked from longing, even deeper than it usually was, and he could feel his cock twitch under his intense gaze. He immediately jumped to carry out his boyfriend's request.
Castiel took off his boxers, and Dean revelled in the sight of his naked skin in front of him. He then crawled up the bed until he was hovered over Dean.
"Why didn't you tell me?" There was honest curiosity in his eyes. "Do you wear them a lot Dean? Do you like the way they feel? Rubbing across your cock?"
Dean let out a long moan; he thrust his hips up aching to get some friction on his cock.
"They look so good Dean. God. You have no idea." Castiel kissed his neck and then shuffled down the bed until he was in between Dean's legs.
He pressed his face to his crotch, inhaling his musky scent.
Castiel mouthed along the hard line of his dick, wetting the fabric. Thank god Castiel's hands were holding him in place or his hips would have been bucking uncontrollably. He looked down to see Castiel's mischievous smile, as he slowly moved his panties down enough, so he could gently pull out Dean's cock, just enough so that he could wrap his lips around its length.
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Castiel loved that first taste of Dean's cock in his mouth, the slightly bitter twang.
It was addictive.
He curled his tongue around the head, causing Dean's breath to stutter and his hips to strain. His balls looked positively gorgeous wrapped up in that silky fabric, the bright colour complementing his creamy skin. Castiel never have imagined Dean was the type to be into this kind of thing, but he definitely liked it. It actually surprised him how much, he'd never felt this horny before.
His mouth was watering at the sight put out for him he had no idea what came over him when he gave Dean orders, but the rush of dominance sent shivers down his spine. He loved it.
Castiel suddenly took Dean deeper, taking him by surprise, the keening sound Dean made was animalistic and well worth it. Allowing his throat to relax he took him in further, humming around the hard cock.
"Oh… oh god… please Cas… faster."
This was his favourite part, when he could feel Dean coming apart beneath him, he knew he was close, so he started to bob his head faster and sucked harder, his lips a tight seal around his dick. Castiel grabbed his satin covered ass and squeezed, and this sent Dean tumbling over the edge.
"CAS."
As soon as that first drop hit his tongue, it pushed him over too. He swallowed down everything Dean had to give him, milking him dry.
He crawled back up the bed, and curled up next to Dean.
When he was sure Dean was asleep Castiel whispered in his ear.
"I love you."
