Dean woke up naked.

Which was interesting considering he didn't go to bed naked.

He was also alone in bed so that made the whole nudity thing even more confusing. Naked was understandable if Cas did it to suck his dick but just because? Something was up. He could only hope it was something kinky.

He got out of bed and strolled to the dresser where he discovered his sock and boxer drawer completely empty. With a smirk, he opened his panty drawer. Yep, fully stocked.

All right. That was obvious enough.

Dean slipped into his pink satin bikini cut panties. They were an upgrade from the previous pair but looked quite similar.

He walked into the kitchen. "Babe?"

Silence.

Okay, something was definitely going on. . .

A brightly colored card caught his eye. That's when he noticed an array of items sitting on the kitchen table.

He glanced around before picking up the card.

Dean,

I endeavor to introduce you to more kinks. Therefore, I've devised a little activity.

Each item represents something we have not explored yet. Each card accompanying the item holds a brief explanation of the activity.

If you do not want to explore something, please place the card facedown and ignore the item. If you find something you wish to try, please take the item to the living room and set it on the coffee table. I will return at nine o'clock to go over your choices with you.

Love,

Cas

Dean's heart sped up as he glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes. Cas must have left when he heard Dean rummaging around in their room.

He took a deep breath and surveyed the items on the table.

A thermometer sat next to a large, studded collar. Above those was a coil of rope and a can of whipped cream.

He smirked. At least a couple were obvious.

Sure enough, when he picked up the card in front of the whipped cream it read "Food play" with nothing else; not that Dean needed more of an explanation.

The card with the rope read "Rope Bondage" with notes of wearing it during sex or how certain styles can be worn under clothing as a secret public play aspect.

His head tilted to one side when he reached for the card with the thermometer. Medical kink maybe?

Nope. "Temperature play." Apparently there were low temp candles for wax play. Huh. Interesting.

The collar was the last card that he checked out. "Pet Play." Dean's face flushed. He hadn't put that down as a hard limit originally but hadn't shown interest in it. The idea of crawling on the floor acting like an animal was . . . strangely intriguing and he instantly felt a wave of embarrassment at the thought.

In the end, he grabbed all four items and made his way to the couch. A bowl of fruit was laid out, and still cold, next to an open box on the table. Cas really did think of everything.

The time passed more quickly than Dean would have expected. He'd eaten half the fruit when he heard a key in the lock.

His head whipped around as a flush worked over his body.

Cas strolled into the room with a wide grin. "You are so fucking sexy."

Dean swallowed. "Sitting in my panties eating fruit?"

"Always," Cas whispered as he brushed a kiss against Dean's mouth. "So, show me."

Dean reached into the box and withdrew the whipped cream first. "I'm not sure how sexy this would be but I love food and I love you so. . ."

Cas chuckled. "Food play tends to start off sensual and end up in dirty amusement. It's right up our alley."

Dean pulled out the coil of rope next. He figured he'd go in order.

"Rope interests you?" Cas asked.

"I liked being cuffed to the bed and this is an upgrade on that, right? Plus wearing it in public sounds interesting; like I'd be able to feel you when I was at work or the store."

Cas nodded. "That's part of the appeal, yes."

Dean took a deep breath and handed him the thermometer. "The idea of wax freaks me out but I trust you. If you think it's something I'd like to try, then I'll give it a go."

"We'll talk about it more before we do it then."

Dean chewed his lip and looked at the last item in the box. He knew he could change his mind and Cas wouldn't be upset. He could back out and pretend he hadn't even considered it.

But. . .

Cas startled as the collar landed in his lap. He raised an eyebrow. "This surprises me."

Dean could feel his cheeks heat. "I don't know. I thought about it and something appealed to me. I feel silly."

Cas captured his chin and raised his face. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, gorgeous boy. If you want to give it a go then that's what we'll do."

"What pet would I be?" Dean asked at a whisper.

Cas tilted his head. "That's for you to decide. I won't assign you something. Generally, it's an animal you feel close to in some way. Maybe you had a pet as a child or a favorite animal at the zoo or even just see certain traits in yourself. It's entirely your choice."

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course. We won't do anything until you're ready and we've discussed it. Pet play takes a bit more planning on my part to make sure you have a genuine experience while also having fun."

Dean bit the corner of his mouth. "Would we have sex while I'm. . . you know?"

Cas narrowed his eyes and put on his thinking face. "Not if it makes you uncomfortable."

Dean sighed. "Okay. More to think about I guess."

"Would you like to try food? You seem like you need something lighthearted."

"Please!"

Cas grinned. "Go to the extra room and wait for me. . . naked."

Dean immediately complied. He tossed the panties into the hamper on his way through.

Cas had changed the sheets on the bed. Sam's old sheets used to stay on it but Cas had put a worn out set on instead.

"All the better to spill shit all over," Dean mumbled.

Cas entered with a medium sized box covered with a lid.

Dean eyed it. "What's in the box?"

Cas rolled his eyes. "Sit against the headboard and keep the blindfold on hand."

He waited until Dean had followed through before continuing. "We're going to play a game. I'm going to spread something on my torso. You not only have to find it and lick it off in thirty seconds, blindfolded, but you have to guess what it is. Each correct find and guess earns you a point; otherwise the point goes to me."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "If I win?"

"You can choose the next kink we explore and any specific parameters you wish."

"If you win?"

Castiel's voice dipped lower. "No orgasms for the next 24 hours, but that won't stop me from teasing you."

Dean groaned and tipped his head back. "So a day of orgasm denial?"

"Correct."

Dean wiggled in his seat. "Let's get started. I want to get my mouth on you."

Cas laid down next to Dean and guided the man to straddle his waist. "Also, no hands."

Dean nodded as he slipped the blindfold into place, determined. "Got it."

Cas swiped the first substance onto a collarbone with a grin. He pressed the button on his phone to activate the timer function as he said, "Begin."

Dean leaned onto his hands and licked a slow trail up Castiel's chest. He dragged the tip of his tongue carefully across the skin, staying aware for changes in taste or texture. It didn't take long for him to run nose first into a dollop of whipped cream.

He scrunched up his face as he licked what was left into his mouth. "Whipped cream."

Cas laughed as he clicked the button to stop the countdown. "Correct."

"I think I inhaled some."

"Stop being a baby."

Dean smacked blindly, hoping to hit skin. "Dick, it went up my nose. Hand me a towel."

"Fine," Cas sighed, pretending to be put out by the request.

Dean sat back on his heels and wiped his face. He dropped the towel onto Castiel's chest and waited.

He could feel as Cas shifted around, putting the towel up and a new substance onto his skin.

"Are you ready, your highness?" Cas teased.

"You're just mad that I got a point."

Cas pressed the button to start the timer. "Go."

Dean repeated his path to the best of his ability. He licked in straight lines before switching to curving twists and bends.

"Fifteen seconds."

Dean increased his speed slightly but continued hitting nothing but fresh skin. His hands twitched with the urge to swiped the areas he couldn't cover and then. . .

"Time."

Dean sat up with a frown. "Fuck."

A sticky finger pressed between his lips and he licked the digit clean with a sigh. Caramel. Dammit. He'd missed the chance to lick up caramel.

"One more, point determines the victor."

Dean nodded as he felt Cas clean up and get settled for the next round.

"Go."

Dean changed his tactics a bit. Instead of light brushes with the tip of his tongue, he laved in long and wide stripes; letting the hot muscle trail over as much skin as possible with each pass.

He moved in an up and down path until he hit a patch that felt slightly sticky. He quickly brought his tongue into his mouth and savored the flavor long enough to . . .

"Chocolate."

Cas pulled the blindfold off. "Very good."

Dean beamed. "I won!"

Cas brushed a chocolate coated thumb against his lips. "You did. What would you like for your prize?"

Dean chewed his bottom lip. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course you may."

Dean wiggled in place, noticing neither of them had gotten very hard. "We're not, um."

Cas gave him a comforting smile. "Sometimes a scene isn't about sex. It's about exploring different aspects of yourself or trying something new. Sometimes you'll need to learn a lesson of some kind in the future and I'll use a scene to help you."

"Like what?"

Cas rolled his eyes. "Like patience and self control."

Dean took the opportunity to tickle his Dom until Cas threatened to throw him off the bed.