Show me.
Dean wanted to see his tentacles.
Castiel was freaking out. But Dean's scent exuded nothing but calmness, patience and love. Castiel suddenly felt like he was on display, but he reprimanded himself. This was Dean Winchester, his mate, the one who had just told him that he cared for him, maybe even loved him. Mates could be fickle that way. It was one thing to know you were compatible with a person, it was another to actually fall in love with that person.
He had to hand it to Gabriel, he and his mate were dating, and had been for the past few years. Castiel wanted something like that with Dean too. Something that was solid. But Dean had shown nothing but patience since the beginning. Maybe they already skirted around one another enough?
Nerves filled him. His gaze darting down to Dean's body, he saw the flat outline of his broad chest beneath his shirt. He licked his lips in anticipation. Yes, he wanted to mark his mate all over, kiss his skin and just hold him close.
Dean reached out to him, ushering him to the middle of the room. Castiel nodded, motioning for him to sit on the sofa. He needed to get this over with before he got tongue tied or flustered.
"Just, stay there." He said, unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans. They slipped down and pooled onto the ground and eight thick tentacles, bound into two bunches, bulbous and tinged a bluish purple, stood in their place.
Dean didn't move, he just watched. He knew just how much it was taking for Castiel to show him something so intimate. And he was eager to see more, as much as Castiel allowed him to see. Those tentacles had felt amazing on his wrist, the sucker shape was prominent on his skin, his first mate mark, and he wanted to show it to the world. He wondered just how many more marks those tentacles could leave on him. He'd proudly wear them all.
Castiel unbound them from their bandages, dropping the white strips to the ground. His tentacles splayed out, thick and firm. They seemed to crisscross over one another as Castiel balanced himself. The seam from his body to his tentacles was covered by the tails of his shirt, and even though Dean wanted to see, he didn't want to overstep his boundaries.
Castiel moved, so gracefully, his tentacles slithering along the varnished ground with precision. He stopped in front of Dean, settling in the space next to him.
Dean stayed still, as one of Castiel's tentacles rose up towards him, just hovering in front of him. Dean hesitated a little, not really knowing what to expect. But he was adamant to show he was okay with this. This was his mate.
He slowly reached out to touch the tip of his tentacle. He stroked it, his fingertips running along the smooth flesh, it felt just like the skin of his arm, but it was a little moist. He noticed Castiel was hesitant, his other tentacles squirming.
"Go ahead," He said, wanting Castiel to follow his instincts, whatever they were saying for him to do. Castiel had no need to be scared around him. "I'm not afraid,"
Castiel couldn't believe the trust Dean was placing in him. He said he wasn't afraid, and the octopus didn't scent any fear or distrust from him. And that was more than enough for him. A low moan escaped his lips and he wrapped his tentacle gently around Dean's palm, slithering up to his wrist and encircling it around his arm. He tightened his grip, letting the suckers move and press against him.
Dean sucked in the heady scent of his happy mate. "Don't stop,"
Castiel nodded, seeing that Dean was calm, he was okay with this. So he rose up to his tentacle tips, and held up two more tentacles. His gaze never left Dean's, watching for any discomfort. But Dean was showing nothing but calm. So Castiel continued. He reached a tentacle around Dean's arm, curling it along the length, his suckers brushed against his skin, kissing and sucking, tasting him.
Dean traced his hands slowly over Castiel's hips, running small circles with his thumbs. His wolf was bounding joyfully inside him, wanting to burst out, so happy that he was finally able to touch his mate.
Castiel's body seemed to come alive, his tentacles tasting and touching Dean's skin, he wanted to wrap all of his tentacles around Dean, to squeeze him and hold him close, to hide him in his tentacles, where it was just them. But he wasn't about to jump so far ahead. He had to do this slowly. Baby steps.
Dean's body throbbed under those tentacles, the suckers acting like hundreds of tiny kisses all along his skin. He couldn't describe the feeling if he tried, this feeling put an ordinary mouth to shame. Every single kiss was like a little bolt of lightning singing through his skin.
He looked deep into Castiel's eyes, they were half lidded and his scent was sweet, thick with arousal and it turned Dean on so bad. Another tentacle gripped his other arm, holding onto him tightly. Dean had to hold back a moan. He didn't want Castiel to stop.
He shivered at the sweet sensations, his wolf laying low, panting for more.
"Don't stop," he gasped, trying to stay calm. "You're beautiful,"
Castiel let out a sigh, his chest rising and falling as his breaths quickened. Dean thought he was beautiful, even with this…monstrosity around him?
"You are," Dean followed, seeing Castiel's apprehension. He couldn't help but reach out to his mate, gently pulling Castiel onto his lap, wanting him closer.
Castiel splayed his tentacles out on Dean's lap, his tentacles sliding further up his arm, the tips slipping into his shirt. Dean found they were warm, slightly slick, but they made him shiver.
"Please tell me if it gets too much?" Castiel said slowly, two of his tentacles curling around Dean's ankles, holding him steady on the sofa.
Dean nodded, noticing Castiel had started to breathe a little faster now. God, they were such a mess. Castiel was such a pretty little thing, Dean didn't know how to take care of him. But he was going to try. Dean wanted this, and he knew Castiel wanted this too. He leaned back against the sofa, letting his mate do whatever he wanted. He was aware of the coil of tentacles running up his leg, curling under his jeans and stopping just as they reached the back of his knees.
Dean's knees weakened with relief as he stared into his mate's eyes. He wasn't sure if Castiel wanted to go further than this tonight. They were compatible, they were following their instincts, but they were still human. And Dean knew that this wasn't going to go as far as sex. He hoped for it to, but that was just a fantasy for now.
"Can I kiss you?" Dean asked, reaching up to hold Castiel's face.
Castiel's cheeks tinged a light pink, but he nodded. Dean pulled his face down, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. And it was as if a dam broke. Castiel dropped down onto him, kissing him back, running his fingers through those soft blonde spikes and pulling him up from the sofa.
Something inside Dean broke then, maybe it was the delicious taste of their scent mixed together, or the feel of his skin, or his unwavering stare. But Dean turned instantly, letting his wolf out, and pulled Castiel close, leaning down and devouring his mouth.
Castiel was half confused, but he hissed at the sensation of Dean's warm soft lips attacking his as if Dean were the only thing he needed to survive. He cupped Dean's cheek, fusing their lips tighter together.
Dean felt another tentacle rise from between them, waving a little back and forth, as if deciding where to go, hesitating on what it really wanted to do. Dean reached up to it, grabbing it and resting it on his chest, near his heart. He licked at the seam of Castiel's lips, plunging his tongue into that sweet mouth. He counted that as the fifth tentacle. The remaining three tentacles stayed curled between them, coiling around the hem of Dean's shirt, the suckers kissing along his skin, wanting to slide up.
"Cas, I don't know how far you wanna go," He murmured into those soft, plush, kiss-bruised lips, kissing him once again. Now that he was able to, he didn't want to stop.
Castiel stilled. Dean leaned back away from the octopus shifter, catching his breath. This was still new, still fresh. They'd get to everything later. There was no rush.
The octopus lifted up off from Dean, settling next to him on the sofa. But Dean didn't want Castiel to move too far away, so he pulled Castiel's tentacles onto his lap. God, he had such soft appendages, and they were longer than he had expected. If Castiel straightened them and stood on the tips, he'd be taller than Dean's moose of a wolf brother.
He gently gave Castiel's tentacles a gentle rub, moving his hands lightly over the ones he could reach, lifting them up and reaching for those round suckers underneath.
Castiel laughed. "That tickles,"
Dean smiled, glad that Castiel was relaxed enough to just laugh with him. He marvelled at the appendages, holding the closest tentacles to him. He laid his fingers underneath and his thumbs on top of a few, blowing against the suckers, seeing them flinch and curl in. He started to move his thumbs in slow circles over the skin.
"You don't have to—"
"Don't hide them from me," Dean said, interrupting Castiel. It was amazing how beautiful these pretty tentacles were, how Castiel would hide them in his jeans and shoes. They must have ached being tied up.
He continued, working on stroking from the bend of his tentacles to the very tips, massaging all that he could. They were thick and fat, warm beneath his fingers. He looked up to see Castiel had laid his head to the side, his eyes closed. He looked at peace and Dean's overall excitement of finally touching those pretty tentacles calmed.
He moved his fingers against the suckers underneath, rubbing over them, kneading the flesh. He listened to Castiel's heartbeat, his breathing, watching his chest rise and fall while his own breathing fell non-existent. It was like they were in a bubble, just them in this moment.
He got lost in the massage, his wolf happy to tend to his mate. The feeling of Castiel's skin under his own, the joy of finally touching him, this beautiful, intelligent, curious, wonderful shifter. How many times did Castiel have the chance to just let it all go, to rest and relax?
Dean was going to make sure Castiel stayed happy, and warm, and healthy. They'd live in a nice house, with a pool. Dean would sit with his mate, massaging his tentacles, looking up to see love in Castiel's eyes, and a belly round and healthy with their pups…or eggs whatever, Dean didn't care.
He looked up to see his precious mate had fallen asleep, his face relaxed, free of the pain he had been carrying before. For a while Dean just say there, his hands resting on those pretty tentacles, seeing them squirm sleepily and wrap around his arms. He dreamed of holding his mate close, having those tentacles wrapped around him.
He smiled, slowly getting up, careful not to wake his mate as he lifted him up into his arms. Castiel's tentacles sleepily tightened around him, all eight appendages wrapping around his body, his waist and his legs. He was a lot lighter than Dean first expected.
He entered Castiel's dark bedroom, taking a quick look around. He lay Castiel onto the bed, but those tentacles held on strong. Not knowing what to do, he lay down next to his mate, hoping that Castiel would loosen his hold and then he'd be free. He pulled the covers over them, leaning down to press a kiss onto his forehead. He smelled so sweet.
In the warmth and safety of his mate's tentacles, hearing his heart beating, holding onto his heat and having him close, safe, protected in his arms, Dean found his eyes drooping closed until he too fell asleep.