A/N: So it's been a while, sorry about that but half the time was me being busy and the other half was a non-cooperative smut-muse. Thanks go out everyone who's been reading and a special thanks to the following lovelies for reviewing: inevermeanttoshipthis, BestShipDestiel, Maknatuna, Kameru, justreading444, ILoveSupernaturalcasismine, felicianoludwig, Madame Lapin, CatCatCityBitch, EthneDragon, eyecandy4you, and GrimmXEchelon.
Also: Voting time (since not everyone reads past the kink description)! Alright so your choices this time are 1) Wincestiel with pie!kink (that should be interesting) 2) Destiel or Wincest prostate milking(let me know which pairing you'd prefer), and 3) Some dom!Cass with a little cross dressing/roleplay and a side of toys. Let me know!
Pairing: Destiel
Kink: I know that is not everyone's thing, so I apologize and feel free to skip over this and leave me a comment describing/requesting something you are into! Well in the beginning it looked like Sub!Dean was going to win by a landslide, but do to all the lovelies over on AO3 the winner is Destiel Watersports! Thanks for the suggestion go out to Luna over on AO3!
Summary: A case of misunderstood urgency, or in which Dean mistakes Castiel's need to pee as an impending orgasm. Turns out neither of them really mind all that much.
This Was Never The Way I Planned (Not My Intention)
This was never the way Dean planned their first time to go. It was definitely not Dean's intention to make Castiel's body react the way it had. But really what ever turned out according to plan when it came to the sexual explorations of a newly human angel?
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It was early afternoon in mid spring, Sam was out for a jog in the beautiful weather and Dean and Castiel were…well they were doing what Dean and Castiel had been doing whenever Sam was out since their relationship began some three months ago: making out on Dean's bed like a couple of horny teenagers – which Castiel kind of was in a sense.
And despite what Sam may think, that was all they ever did. No blow jobs in the Impala, no steamy shower grinding, and kinky bondage status shit on Sam's bed. Just simple making out, always on Dean's bed, with a minimum of 50% of their clothing still firmly in place.
No duh this would surprise Sam, Hell it surprised Dean himself, because despite him being a lot of things "one to take it slow" was not on the list. He simply had his reasons…Just one reason in fact and that fact was that Castiel was special to him and he didn't want to rush the guy and consequently fuck everything up like he had the tendency to do in every life situation.
Therefor the day the unplanned happened Dean hadn't planned to go any further than normal, simply wait till after Castiel was asleep and jerk off in the shower like the horny teenager Castiel had reduced him to.
That was the plan, all until Castiel pulled away to speak his name softly.
"Yeah, Cass?" Dean asked, worried that the previous grinding of his hips against Castiel's clothed crotch had crossed a line.
"I…" Castiel trailed off blushing. "I hate to interrupt, but I fear that my morning coffee is preparing to make a return."
Dean's brow scrunched for a moment before his brain clicked, "You feel like you have to use the bathroom?"
"Yes," Castiel confirmed, biting his lip.
"Didn't you just go a few minutes before we started?" Dean asked in concern.
"Yes," Castiel half-sighed, half-groaned.
Then it dawned on Dean what else could be causing Castiel to feel ready to burst. "Cass?" He asked, willing his voice not shake.
"What?" Castiel breathed, squirming slightly beneath Dean.
"I…I don't think that you need to use the bathroom."
"What? But Dean, the acute pressure in my pelvic region is a clear indication that –"
"But," Dean began, cutting off what was sure to become a medical term laden ramble, "It can also indicate other needs…One other need in particular."
"What need," Castiel asked perplexed.
"I…look stop me if I'm crossing a line here, but I think that you need to come."
Castiel tilted his head against his pillow, "Come where?"
"No, Cass not come," Dean swallowed, his face actually blushing. "Come… As in…orgasm?"
"Oh," Castiel mumbled, a blush appearing on his own face and traveling down his neck. "I've never experienced one before so I suppose that it could be that."
They remained awkwardly still and silent for an entire minute, when finally Dean had to break it, "So, uh, do you, you know, want to have it?"
"Is – are they truly as pleasurable as the films depict them to be?"
"You have no idea," Dean grinned happily.
"Then yes…But I may need your assistance."
Dean nodded shakily, his mouth going dry in anticipation, "Of course just…let me know if I cross any lines, okay?"
"Okay," Castiel agreed, sounding just as nervous as Dean felt.
Dean exhaled slowly, reigning in his nerves, "Alright, first thing's first: No clothes for you." Castiel remained silent and Dean went to work pulling off Castiel's already unbuttoned shirt before moving down to his jeans, peppering his smooth skin with quick open-mouthed kisses the entire time.
Once everything but his boxer briefs were gone Dean moved back up his body to continue their make out session, gently sucking and nibbling at Castiel's lips while he allowed his hands to explore the smooth planes of the ex-angel's skin.
Castiel mewled into Dean's mouth as he squirmed beneath him, desperately clinging to his hunter as the pressure in his pelvis continued to build. "Off," he whispered, slipping his fingers under the hem of Dean's T-shirt.
Dean reluctantly removed his lips from Castiel's long enough to sit up and peel his shirt off, pausing once he had tossed the article of clothing over his shoulder to admire Castiel's nearly naked form, from his flushed cheeks to the increasingly noticeable bulge in the form of his underwear. "Damn," Dean whispered, trailing a hand down Castiel's body, gliding it down his side, over his hip, and coming to a stop when it rested over the ex-angel's erection. Dean swallowed thickly and pressed down experimentally.
"Ah!" Castiel nearly sobbed, arching up into Dean's touch. "Mmph," He gasped and moved both of his hands down to Dean's wrist, pressing it down hard as he humped up against it, mewling at the fireworks the sensation set off.
And after that reaction to simple pressure, who was Dean to blame himself for what he did next?
Without thinking about it, the hunter threw off Castiel's hands and yanked his boxer briefs down and off, moaning at the sight of Castiel's flushed, pulsing cock. "Fuck baby," Was all he said before leaning down and engulfing Castiel's leaking member, taking it in as deeply as he could, licking and sucking like his life depended on it.
"Hnnng!" Castiel groaned, his hips bucking up on their own accord.
Dean smiled internally at Castiel's reaction, but moved his hands to press Castiel back down to the bed. Dean released Castiel with a small pop to lick his way down his lovers shaft and mouth at his sack, pumping Castiel's cock with one hand while the other remained pressed against his pelvis.
"Dean," Castiel gasped, his fingers tangling in Dean's hair as the green-eyed man took one of his balls into his mouth and sucked. "Dean I…it's getting worse!"
Dean hummed, sending vibrations through Castiel's entire body, causing the ex-angel to tense up all over. Pleased with his work Dean released Castiel and moved on to sucking the lightly haired area surrounding the base of Castiel's cock, paying special attention to an area any time his lover squirmed. "You close, baby?" He husked, framing Castiel's package with his hands and pushing down gently as they rubbed the area.
"Close?" Castiel squeaked out, his eyes squeezed closed as sweat beaded on his brow.
"To your orgasm," Dean prompted, leaning down to suck aggressively at Castiel's head while probing his slit with his tongue before sitting back up to hear Castiel's answer.
"I…" Castiel shuddered, his body going rigid again, "I feel like I'm going to explode at any given second, but, mmm, it feels so fucking good."
Dean's own cock throbbed at that, because fuck all if Castiel cursing wasn't one of the hottest things on the fucking planet. "You ready for more?"
Castiel gave a weak nod, "Please."
With a smirk Dean was back down on Castiel, taking him in impossibly far with one hand still dressing down right above his mouth to keep Castiel's hips down. Dean bobbed his head faster and faster, driven on by the whimpers and moans Castiel was emitting.
"Dean, I think I'm oh…God…Dean!" Castiel body stiffened and arced up off the bed with a cry as his cock exploded his release.
Dean squeezed his eyes closed as the back of his throat was hit with rope after rope, spurt after burning hot spurt of Castiel's come. Dean moaned around his mouthful, swallowing and swallowing as fast as he could, thrusting his still clothed member down against the mattress for what little friction it offered.
Castiel whimpered as his cock continued to release and it wasn't until he realized that his member had begun to soften that he realized what his penis was emitting was no longer semen. "Oh my god, Dean!" He gasped in an embarrassed panic.
Dean hummed and as he did so came to the same realization that Castiel had: Castiel was no longer coming, he was pissing. And that was it for Dean, with a strangled chocking sound around his mouthful he came in his pants, hard, soaking his boxers all the way through as he continued to weakly thrust against the bed.
"Dean!" Castiel whimpered, managing to clamp his bladder muscles down enough to stop the stream of urine before shoving Dean's mouth off.
"Hmm?" Dean hummed looking up at Castiel to see his lover's eyes wide and panicked.
"Dean…I just…I just urinated…I just - !" He let out a sound that vaguely resembled a sob mixed with a curse word, and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows.
Dean's eyes widened too, finally realizing what had just happened to them: Castiel had just pissed in his mouth and he had friggin loved it, loved it so much that he had came in his pants like he hadn't done since he was fifteen. "Cass?" Dean asked, hesitantly placing a hand on the small of Castiel's back.
Castiel flinched violently and to his horror realized that his bladder was still nearly full. "Dean I –"
"You accidentally pissed in my mouth," Dean spoke slowly, his tone undecipherable even to himself.
"I –" Castiel made the same half-sobbing, half-cursing sound and was launching himself up from the bed and into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind himself.
"Cass?" Dean called after him, standing and grimacing at the stickiness in his pants. "Son of a bitch," He mumbled, pausing to slip his bottoms down and off before continuing to the bathroom door. "Cass?"
"Go away," Came a small reply.
"Cass," Dean sighed, leaning against the door, "Come on buddy: talk to me here."
He heard the small thump of Castiel leaning against the other side of the door. "I…I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to, I honestly didn't."
"Don't be sorry man, it's fine."
"No it's not fine, Dean!" Came Castiel's voice shriller and an octave higher than Dean had ever heard it. "My first orgasm was concluded with me pissing into my mate's mouth and…" His voice caught in his throat as he struggled with whether or not he should continue. "And I'm…I'm standing in here now, my bladder still full, thinking about what I did, and I should feel horrible and disgusting, just like what I just did, but…"
"But?" Dean asked gently after Castiel was silent.
"But instead I'm…I'm aroused by the pressure and…and the memory of what it felt like to have some of the pressure released with in you."
"Cass, it's fine," Dean assured, itching to have Castiel in his arms so that he could show him just how fine he was with it.
"No it's not fine! It's revolting!" He whimpered. "I'm revolting!"
"Then so am I." Dean held his breath as he waited and was met with silence. He was preparing to repeat himself when Castiel finally spoke.
"What?"
"I said that if what you just said makes you revolting or a freak or whatever the fuck else you were thinking: then I'm every single one of those things too."
"What would make you think something like that, Dean?" Castiel asked, his voice sounding small and strained.
Dean rolled his eyes, contemplating the idea of simply kicking the door down. "Oh I don't know, Cass, maybe the fact that the second I realized that it was your piss that I was swallowing down with your come, I came."
"You…"
"Came," Dean repeated desperate for Castiel to come out of the bathroom and stop sounding so small and helpless. "I came in my pants like a friggin teenage virgin. So fucking hard, baby, you have no idea." Dean groaned at the thought, his cock twitching back into life as the thought about it. Castiel remained silent and Dean continued, "This isn't something that I've always been into, but the second I found my firsts watersports video online…God, I knew there was no going back, because I knew that I had never shot so much over one video. And I thought that it was fucked up at first – so fucked up, because seriously, imagining pissing on yourself? On someone else? Having them piss on you and drinking it down like your life depends on it? But you know what's really fucked up baby? The world. So if we can find joy and pleasure in something, then who's to say it's wrong?" Dean shook his head at the memories of every past lover looking at him like he was freak every time he so much as mentioned piss play. "Okay, so a lot of people, but if there are two people in one relationship, who love each other, and are into it, why can't we just let ourselves be into it?"
"I love you too, Dean," Was Castiel's soft reply. "And I want to enjoy it I…I want all those things you spoke of imaging and more. I…hnng! Mmm…"
Dean's breath caught in his throat, "Cass are you – are you jerking off right now?"
"Y-yes," Castiel sighed in bliss.
Dean's cock hardened fully and he moaned low in his throat, "Cass: let me in…now."
There was a small rattle and the door swung open, revealing Castiel,, standing in the middle of the small room, cheeks flushed red from both embarrassment and arousal, his erect cock resting heavily between his legs. "Dean," Was all he had the chance to breathe before the hunter was on him, shoving him back until they were both stumbling into the shower cubical and Dean had Castiel pressed against the wall, pressing their erections together. "Oh," Castiel whimpered at the pressure in his still nearly full bladder.
"Hmm," Dean hummed back, pressing harder as he locked their lips together. "You said you still had to go?" He husked into the ex-angel's mouth.
"Yes," Castiel gasped, his head rocking back against the tile wall.
"Then go," Dean instructed, trailing a hand down Castiel's thigh, hooking it at the knee and pulling it up to wrap around his waist. "Just let it go, baby," He whispered, sucking a mark into Castiel's neck as his free hand reached down to take both of their cocks into his hand, beginning to stroke them together.
"I can't while you're doing that," Castiel gasped, trying to relax enough to release his bladder.
"Sure you can," Dean assured him with a smirk. "You just need a little help. Here wrap both legs around me and put your arms around my neck."
"I'll fall," Castiel deadpanned.
"I've got you!"
Castiel gave his lover a skeptical look, "As in you've done this before?"
"Well not exactly no," Dean admitted, "But I've seen it done in a video and no one was dropped."
Castiel gave Dean another hesitant look before a throb from his bladder made up his mind and he locked his legs around Dean, leaning his back against the wall, with one arm around Dean's neck, and the other pressed against the wall for support.
Dean grinned, placing one of his own hands against the wall as he dipped his head to bring their lips together once more. "Let go, baby, just relax," Dean whispered, nipping his way from Castiel's lips down his neck while he brought his free hand to Castiel's abdomen.
"Mm, Dean," Castiel moaned, bucking his hips forward in search of friction for both his cock and bladder.
"I got you, baby," He purred, sucking a mark into Castiel's neck and pressing firmly into his bladder. "I've got, you – I –" His words were cut off by a moan the instant he felt the first burst of warmth against his skin. "Fuck, baby."
Castiel made a choked noise in the back of his throat as relief from his bladder and pleasure from the feeling of warmth flowing through his cock made him tremble.
"That's it, Cass, just let it go, keep pushing," Dean panted, moving his hand from where it was pressing Castiel's bladder to begin stroking their cocks again.
"Dean?" Castiel whispered, bucking his hips forward into Dean's hand and moaning at the feeling of piss cascading down their bodies to pool around their feet.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have to go?" He asked, his voice strained.
Dean nodded in response, stroking them faster and faster as his orgasm built.
"Go," Castiel pleaded, his nails cutting into Dean's shoulder as he ground his hips forward. "Please, piss on my Dean, please, I want to feel it."
Dean bit his lip, shaking as he tried to will his bladder to release through his painfully hard cock. "Can't," He panted, "I'm too hard: I need to come first." He moved back up to kissing Castiel's lips, thumbing the ex-angel's slit as his cock squirted out a few last burst of piss.
"Then come," Castiel gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as Dean's hand began working them faster, using the last few burst of Castiel's piss as lubricant. "Please, Dean, I want to feel you, all of you."
Dean nodded, thrusting forward into his hand in time with Castiel, whose hips were bucking furiously up from the wall where they had been resting. His legs began to shake from all the sensations running through him, from his approaching orgasm and growing need to pee to the feeling of Castiel's piss starting to dry on his skin. "I'm there baby," He moaned, dropping his head to kiss and suck his lover's neck. "Oh, God, Cass, I'm coming!" The hunter's body went rigid and with one last thrust/stroke combo was spilling his second load of the evening all over their shafts where it mixed with Castiel's urine.
The first splash of Dean's come was all it took for Castiel to be thrown into his own orgasm, his hips pulsing uncontrollably as his cock spurted out his release to mix with Dean's. Castiel continued to hold on tightly to Dean, still grinding forward against him, even when the hunter's hand was gone to brace the wall so that they wouldn't fall down.
Dean panted into Castiel's skin, his legs threatening to give out at any moment. "Shit," He mumbled, slowly allowing his legs to give out as he lowered them to the shower floor, shifting lay on his back with Castiel above him.
Castiel continued to whimper as he switched to straddling the hunter, grinding his still hard cock down against Dean's softening one. "Now?" He asked, placing a firm kiss to his lover's mouth before sitting up to fully take in his completely naked form for the first time.
Dean cracked his eyes open to look up at Castiel, straddling him and slowly rubbing his still-hard cock down against Dean. Dean looked closer to see a small bit of come still oozing from Castiel's tip before looking back up at the ex-angel's face and wondering just when in the fuck Castiel had become so…this. Not just comfortable with sex, but now needy and borderline commanding about it. Dean had a split second to think "I've created a friggin monster" before his bladder throbbed, reminding him of what Castiel was talking about. He gave a small nod and let go, a strong light yellow stream pushing his spend cock up from where it had been resting against his abdomen and arcing up across his chest.
Castiel whimpered, his pupils dilating at the sight before him. The ex-angel had a split second to contemplate what had come over him and question when he had become so hungry for Dean physically, before said hunger took over and he was leaning down to devour his mouth as he began grinding his hips down in earnest.
"Jesus Cass," Dean gasped, gripping Castiel's hips as he continued to piss, affectively soaking them both in his golden release.
Castiel ignored Dean's words, cutting any further ones off with his lips as a now familiar pressure build in his abdomen. It only took a handful more thrusts and Castiel's was cock was erupting for a third time, twitching weakly as it oozed come out into a warm pool on Dean's stomach where it mixed with the last weak trickles of Dean's piss.
"Fuck!" Dean choked, his own cock pulsing weakly. And just like that, the second the last drop of urine left his slit, the hunter came soft, his member weakly spurting out a few drops of come as Dean writhed in a puddle of his and Castiel's piss and come.
They laid together for what felt like eternity soaking each other in as they whimpered through their final orgasms, moving around until their over-stimulated cocks were no longer touching anything.
"Shit," Dean shuddered, his back arching up from the shower floor.
"Hmm," Castiel hummed, rolling over to kiss Dean's neck.
"Cass?" Dean croaked.
"Yes?"
"You realize that I'm too old to be coming three times in one go right?"
Castiel looked over at his lover, noticing the look of utter exhaustion on his face and the way his entire body was shaking. "I…didn't mean to, it just…never have I in my many years craved and experienced something so intense as what we just did."
"Yeah, I figured," Dean chuckled weakly as he sat up enough to turn the shower on above them. "That was pretty fucking amazing."
Castiel nodded his agreement, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Dean's waist while his head came to rest on his shoulder. "I know that this was never the way you or myself planned our first time to go, but…I'm glad that things did happen this way for me…and that it was all with you."
"Don't get to sappy on me now," Dean warned, pressing a kiss to Castiel's forehead.
"I apologize, my love. Would you prefer to hear about what I would like us to do next time Sam is out?"
Dean grinned at that, "Lay it on me."
Castiel shifted so that his lips brushed Dean's ear as he spoke, "Next time Sam is out, I would like for us to drink as much liquid as humanly possible. I would also like to engage in penetrative sex next time."
Dean gave his lover a puzzled look, "I'm not following, Cass."
Castiel shifted again so that he could look into Dean's eyes, "Dean, I want to have intercourse with you, and whilst we are connected and I've nearly reached orgasm, I want you to urinate." He paused, swinging a leg over so that he was straddling Dean once more. "I want you to piss inside of me and not stop until I'm so full that my own bladder gives out."
Dean moaned, and knew in that moment that if he hadn't just came his brains out three times over, that he would have came from Castiel's words alone.
THE END!
A/N#2: Well that turned out different than I planned (especially that mid smut angst), but okay I think, but IDK, this is only my second time writing watersports so I'm still kind of uncertain, please let me know what you think!
P.S. You like that little bonus of Dean coming in his pants to hold you over til I actually get around to writing that one? I hope so ;)
P.S.S. Title comes from the Katy Perry song I Kissed A Girl