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Occasionally, I re-read Moments. Both because I like to see how my writing has changed and matured and because I sometimes catch little scenes that I can expand on here. Like from Mine (108), which is what you've got here.
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8. I'm Yours
"Too – many – layers!" Dean complained, yanking Castiel's plaid shirt off and moving to his pants.
"My – apologies," Castiel mumbled around Dean's mouth. Dean growled and tugged Castiel's slacks and boxers down before shoving the ex-angel down on the bed and climbing on top of him.
"Stop apologising!" Dean snapped as Castiel finally managed to get his pants off, losing the race to undress his partner. "Not your fault! None of it is!"
Tangling his fingers in Castiel's hair, he bent down and forcefully pressed his lips to Castiel's. Castiel's mind immediately began to cloud over with lust and any coherent thoughts in his mind evaporated as blood surged down to his groin. He groaned into Dean's hungry mouth and tried to flip them over, to grind down and relieve himself of this aching hardness, but Dean wasn't having any of it.
"No." He tugged on Castiel's hair. A sudden wave of hot arousal coursed through Castiel, leaving him momentarily breathless. "You're mine, Cas. Mine. I'm gonna show everyone."
Leaning down to Castiel's neck, he fastened his lips onto a sensitive spot and bit. Castiel couldn't help the long, low moan that escaped his mouth and he scrabbled at Dean's back for something to grip, eventually settling for digging his fingernails into his lover's skin.
"Please – please, Dean," he panted. Dean pulled away from the bright red skin and planted a sweet kiss on Castiel's lips.
"I'm gonna claim you," he said. "Everyone's gonna know you're mine. You want that, angel?"
It was getting hard to breathe now. All Castiel could do was nod, his hands roaming over Dean's body as though touching every little bit of his lover would somehow purify him from that shifter's dirty presence.
"Not gonna take this slow." Dean licked and kissed a searing trail down Castiel's chest, bypassing his nipples entirely. Hanging for release, Castiel let out a desperate keen and ran his hands up and down Dean's biceps, as though unable to decide where to grab. "Gonna be hard, Cas. Hated it when that bitch touched you. Gotta get rid of her bad touch."
The thought of being claimed, of being pounded into with raw passion, of being marked and purified, ignited a burning fire deep inside him. He gave a long, loud moan.
"You want that, angel?"
Castiel nodded desperately.
"Please…" he whined. "Need you, Dean. Want you." Full of desire, he said the one thing he knew would result in a very rough and passionate time. "F-Fuck me, Dean."
It was the first time he'd said that – it was no secret that it wasn't his favourite way of describing their intimate moments. He knew immediately that it had had a tremendous effect on Dean by the way his lover stared at him, pupils dilated and mouth quivering.
"Oh, you're asking for it," Dean said in a strangled voice. "You can't say that and get away with it."
"I want it." Castiel could hardly think through the fog in his mind. "Please, Dean. Need you to f-fuck me. That – that shifter –"
Mentioning the shifter didn't seem to be the best idea. Dean snarled and smashed his lips to Castiel's in an aggressive kiss before fumbling around in their bedside table for a bottle of lubricant.
"Not gonna go easy, Cas," he warned.
"Good." Castiel wanted it to be rough. He wanted Dean to cleanse him, to prove that he was Dean's and nobody else's. He was strong and he was independent and Dean didn't own him but he liked the feeling of belonging to Dean, of being the only one that Dean touched in this way and being the only one to touch Dean like this. It was one of his favourite feelings and he never wanted it to end.
When a slick, cool finger pushed inside him, he groaned and lifted his hips so that it could penetrate deeper. Dean seemed to be in a hurry to open him up because while he did take care to locate Castiel's prostate and make the ex-angel cry out in pleasure, he was very quick to insert another finger and begin scissoring. Suddenly, Castiel couldn't stand it anymore.
"Do it now!" he demanded. Dean paused, staring down at him with lust-blown eyes.
"What?"
"Do it now! Have sex with me right this minute!"
"But – only two –"
And that was what Castiel loved about Dean. Even full of lust and anger, even desperate to pound into Castiel hard, he still ensured that Castiel obtained as much pleasure and as little pain as possible. It was one of the many things that Castiel admired about his lover. But Castiel wanted the pain. He wanted to feel sore afterwards, to be left with a reminder that he was Dean's and nobody else's.
"Do it!" he growled. Dean still didn't look sure but his desire eventually won out and he quickly began to coat his penis in lubricant.
"You sure?" he asked, positioning himself at Castiel's entrance. In response, Castiel wrapped his legs around Dean's waist and his arms around Dean's neck. They seemed to have sex in this position a lot but Castiel never found it boring. Yes, it was physically pleasing but what truly guided him towards his climax was seeing the passion in Dean's eyes and sensing the love in his movements and feeling the pride and accomplishment that came with bringing Dean to orgasm and giving him this wondrous pleasure. It was the closest thing to giving Dean tangible love that he could think of.
Castiel hissed at the burn as Dean slid in. Dean paused halfway inside him.
"You seriously sure?" he said. "I'm gonna be rough and fuck you, Cas. It's gonna –"
"Just do it!" Castiel ordered.
"Sure thing, Shia," Dean muttered. Before Castiel could ask him what he meant, Dean pulled out and then snapped his hips forward. Castiel wailed at the burning pleasure and as Dean began to pound into him rough and hard, all he could do was let out helpless noises of pleasure.
"Dean – please – keep going –" he pleaded. It burned and stung as Dean thrust in and out, heightening Castiel's pleasure by nipping at his collar and throat to leave marks and show everybody that Castiel was his. But it was the kind of pain that Castiel desired, that made him feel loved and claimed and that combined with the surges of lightning from his prostate to drive him crazy, further towards his orgasm. As pain and pleasure radiated through him, Castiel yelped and frantically ran his hands over every little bit of Dean and kissed him sloppily and shakily, desperate for their connection to deepen.
"I – I love – love –" he tried to say but it came out garbled and nonsensical.
"I know." Dean clumsily kissed him back, still rolling his hips into Castiel as hard as possible. "I know, baby."
He'd never called Castiel baby before and it just served to drive Castiel crazier. Feeling his orgasm building, he focused on pushing Dean's hips down with his legs and thrusting his hips up so that Dean went deeper, all while latching onto Dean's hair like a lifeline and pulling. Hair pulling also aroused Dean, so Castiel knew that he was driving Dean insane.
"Please – Dean – going to –" he moaned. Dean reached down in response and wrapped a shaky hand around Castiel's penis. It only took several strokes before Castiel was howling and shouting, his muscles seizing up, his vision swimming and turning white, his ears ringing. It was one of the most intense orgasms that he'd ever had and Dean came only a moment later, growling and kissing Castiel possessively while filling him up. Castiel eagerly swallowed his grunts and cries as his limbs grew heavy and he melted into the bed.
"Whoa." Dean pulled out, Castiel hissing at the burn, but remained on top of him and began to caress him gently. "Damn, Cas."
He bent down and pressed a kiss to Castiel's forehead, still running his hands over Castiel's body. Castiel was still quite sore from Dean's treatment but in that moment, he felt more loved than he had in a long time.
