Dean had never felt himself border on animistic since he had The Mark. Something primal, primitive, and all consuming had taken over his body. As if the moment Castiel touched him, every fear faded and disappeared; and all that was left was the two of them, knee deep in each others arousal. Dean's hands were everywhere all at once, his fingers deftly exploring the body he had fantasized about in his drunkest most wanton moments.
Without thinking Dean threw himself at his angel with abandon, glorying in every moan and gasp of breath that escaped him while the hunters mouth worked him over. His tongue swirling, around Cas's stiff cock, his lips closing around him while Dean took him as fully into his throat as he could. Cas squirmed, gasped, moaned, and dug his fingers into the comforter beside him. He had never felt such overwhelming lust before in his life, and without doubt he knew if Dean continued as he was this wasn't going to last nearly as long as he wanted it to.
With a disgruntled moan, Dean found himself flat on his back, Castiel's hands suddenly pulling off his shoes, his socks... then they were at his belt, fingers fumbling as he nervously tried to remove the offending fabric. Dean shifted his hips upward, and with a woosh his pants and boxers joined the pile on the floor, the only scrap of clothing left between them was Castiel's tie, still loosely hanging around the angel's neck.
Dean grinned wickedly, grabbing the slip of silk and using it to pull Castiel's lips to his own again. They fell together, flesh to flesh, finally, at last. Their bodies pressed against each other, Castiel's rock hard erection pressed against the inside of Dean's thigh while their mouths clashed, their tongues dancing, sliding against each other as their bodies rocked together. He felt the tie inch its way down his body as Castiel pressed kisses across him, adding to the sensation even more, making goose bumps rose all over Dean's chiseled chest. Dean clutched wildly at Cas, as Cas pressed kisses across his neck, his collar bone, his chest; trailing a glorious thread of kisses down his stomach before settling between his thighs.
Dean groaned as Castiel's tongue rolled over him the first time, his cock straining more painfully than it had since probably high school. He pressed his hips upward gently, his hands automatically lacing their way through Castiel's soft curling locks, as the angel wrapped his mouth around Dean fully. He cursed, his hips bucking upward of their own volition. Castiel found a comfortable rhythm and Dean realized let his eyes roll back as sensation threatened to overwhelm him. He was nearly delirious with pleasure and arousal as he felt Castiel press his legs back, his tongue traveling its way down his shaft, the flat of it pressed against Dean's balls. Slowly, one after the other, Cas sucked them into his mouth, letting his tongue roll over them. Dean heard himself cry out, felt his hips leave the bed as Castiel continued his assault.
Dean had never been so ready to burst in his entire life, puberty included. He felt like a boy again, unable to control himself under Castiel's inquisitive touch. He groaned, realizing he couldn't take it any longer and he wanted this to last, he wanted to feel every single moment of it and draw it out as long as possible. He tugged Castiel's hair, and Cas looked up at him with eyes filled with lust; Dean almost lost it right there.
He pulled the angel to him, meeting his lips again as Dean pressed him back on the mattress, pressing himself between the angel's legs as he did so. Dean reached between them, his hand stroking Castiel's fully erect cock in long slow motions. He watched as Cas bit his lip, his head rolling back against the pillows.
Dean sat up suddenly, leaning over the side fo the bed and digging into his duffel bag. Castiel cried out at the sudden lack of contact, for a half a heartbeat terrified Dean had changed his mind. Instead, a moment later, the hunter reemerged, clutching a small plastic bottle in his hands. Cas stared at him quizzically as Dean slathered his fingers in the thick, viscous material. "Trust me." He told the angel, and Cas nodded his consent.
He did trust him, beyond any and everything else in the world, Castiel trusted Dean.
A moment later, when the hunter re-positioned himself above Cas, and his lips met his again in soft, mellow kiss, Cas knew his trust was not misplaced. Dean parted his lips beneath Castiel's kiss, letting out a quiet groan as their tongues slid together once again.
His hand traveled down beneath them again, first wrapping around Castiel's thick cock once more, as he stroked it up and down. When Castiel was practically panting with lust, Dean's hands moved lower, his fingers teasing Cas's puckered virgin hole. He slipped the first finger in, moving it slowly, waiting for Cas to adjust to the new sensation. Dean had to grit his teeth in concentration; Castiel was so tight, and he had never been hornier in his entire life. Still, Dean went slow, massaging, twisting and gently working Castiel until the angel could only manage to mumble incoherently. his head tossing back and forth on the pillows.
Finally Cas had enough, his body wound so tight he felt like a coiled spring ready to burst. Dean had worked three fingers into him, and all he knew was he needed more. He wanted to be filled completely; and he knew Dean was the only one who could satisfy that need.
"Please, Dean..." Castiel managed to get out, his voice quivering with lusty need.
Dean didn't need any more encouragement; he slathered himself with lube, pressing himself against Castiel's waiting entrence as their lips met again. Dean kissed him gently, moving slowly, pressing just the tip of himself into Cas. He felt Cas's gasp across his lips and he stilled his motion, the familiar tingling sensation of Cas's healing mojo running across the tip of his cock.
"I'm pretty sure that's cheating." Dean grinned into his angels mouth, rocking his hips back and then forward again as Castiel sucked in another sharp breath.
Castiel wrapped his legs around the hunter, forcing him further into himself in the process, his hips angling to a much more comfortable position. Dean groaned; all thoughts of jokes lost as he buried himself in Castiel completely.
Castiel was on fire; he felt like he could barely breathe for the sensations coursing through him. Never in his life had he felt so full, so complete, so in love and so aroused all in one moment.
As Dean's thrusts became more sure, more consistent, Castiel learned to dance the line between pleasure and pain. When the hunters fingers came down and wrapped around his painfully stiff cock, Cas knew it was all over. He heard himself cry out Dean's name, their bodies rocking together, the glorious friction against his cock threatening to send him over the edge right there.
But Dean was methodical, his strokes bringing Castiel right to the edge but not letting him fall over it. No, Dean was determined that when they jumped over that cliff, they'd take the ride together. He had never felt anything so hot and wet and tight before in his life, and each thrust brought him closer and closer to that ecstasy.
His hand worked faster as his hips became more frantic in their motions, his orgasm coming closer and closer.
It was Castiel who felt it first, the coil of muscles, the hot, electric current of pleasure that course through him. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, all he could manage was to cry Dean's name over and over again, the sound of it driving the hunger mad with lust. Dean felt his love's orgasm hit him just moments before his own came crashing down on him, making white lights dance in his eyes as he spilled his seed into his love.
Dean slowed his hips, his face pressed against Cas's neck as his breathing subsided. He stayed that way, still, just listening to the sound of the angels breaths on his neck, the feel of his frantic pulse against his forehead.
Finally, when their heartbeats had returned to normal and Dean could see straight again, he rolled off the angel, pulling Cas into his arms without thinking about it. He toyed with the scrap of material at Cas's neck, pulling at it with deft fingers.
Cas brought his hand up, lacing his fingers through Dean's and bringing them to his lips for a kiss.
Dean wasn't sure what was going to happen next; all he knew for sure was that everything had changed.