The next morning, Dean's eyes blinked open. He smiled at the sight of a sleeping Cas lying on top of his chest, their legs tangled between each other and his sheets. He let out a soft sigh as Cas mumbled sweetly in his sleep; Dean averted his eyes as Cas' eyes fluttered open, and were immediately illuminated by the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Dean knew those were the eyes he wanted to stare into for the rest of his life, although it might be too soon to mention it.
Cas woke. Dean had turned away from him slightly, which gave time for Cas to admire how Dean's morning hedgehog hair turned a gentle gold in light. His fiery green eyes burnt bright as he leant over to leave a trail of hot kisses down Cas' neck.
"Good morning would suffice."
Cas plainly stated, but the blush painted on his cheeks implied that he truly appreciated the gesture.
"Good morning."
Dean whispered in Cas' ear before gently nibbling it. Cas turned his face, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips touched, Cas parted Dean's lips with his tongue and explored his mouth. Dean felt Cas' hands tracing patterns on his chest; before he knew it he was being pinned to the bed by his shoulders.
Dean whined as Cas pulled away.
"Can we do it today?"
Dean smirked.
"Cas, we just spent the whole of last night doing it, but if you want we can-"
"- that's not what I meant. I meant, can you do my tattoo today."
"You were serious about that?"
"You don't want to do it?"
"No, it's not that, it's just that, tattoos are permanent. Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with it."
Cas smiled.
"Dean, I want to get this tattoo to show you how much I love you."
Dean sighed.
"You don't need to get a tattoo to show me that..."
Dean nuzzled his face into Cas' neck and sucked on it, Cas let out a hiss of pleasure as Dean continued nipping at his neck.
"I want to get the tattoo to show the world that how much I love you. I'll love you forever, Dean Winchester."
Dean stopped and stared into Cas' eyes. It was as if all that was needed to be said, was said in that one look.
"I'm so lucky to love you, Cas."
Cas smiled before climbing out of bed, leaving a pouting, unsatisfied Dean sitting up against the headboard.
"We better get going then."
Dean groaned.
"Fine. But I get first dibs on the shower."
"If you hurry, we could shower together..."
Cas crooned from the living room.
Dean scrambled out of bed and bolted to the join Cas in the bathroom.
The couple soon, after spending two hours in the shower, arrived at Dean's tattoo parlour.
"Okay, I'm gonna do a basic sketch and we'll go from there."
"Sure."
Cas replied, watching as Dean drew his 'basic sketch'- which as far as Cas was concerned, belonged in an art gallery. Cas was slightly jealous; he could barely draw a stick figure, but watching Dean work was a privilege. His hands moved in rapid, sharp movements, but the pencil flowed seamlessly across the page, weaving an intricate design. Cas noticed the boyish grin that he loved so much appear on Dean's face, those gloriously green eyes light up with ecstasy, and his pupils dilating as he created- as far as Cas was concerned- the most beautiful piece of art that has ever been.
"Finished!"
Dean held up he paper proudly, like a child searching for approval; his eyes still alive with fire.
"It's perfect..."
Cas leaned closer, purring into Dean's ear before gently nibbling on it. He began sucking on Dean's neck, enjoying the gasp he elicited from him, but frowned in confusion has Dean pulled away.
"Save some for later- we better get this tattoo done."
Cas nodded and proceeded to the chair.
"This is gonna hurt a little."
"A little?"
"Okay maybe more than a little for you, but don't worry, I'll try to be gentle."
"Okay..."
Cas closed his eyes and prepared for the sharp blade to pierce his skin. Maybe Cas' mind was exaggerating slightly- it always did that, just to annoy him.
"I'm gonna start on three...one...-"
Cas yelped in shock and pain as Dean pressed the needle into his arm.
His eyes were screwed shut and his fists were clenched so tightly he was sure his hand would break. Through gritted teeth he managed to croak out.
"What happened to two and three?!"
"They knew that if they arrived, you probably would have pulled your arm away."
Cas rolled his eyes- why did Dean have to know him so well?
Dean continued. And continued. And continued. Cas felt like this tattoo was taking forever.
"God- how long does it take?"
"The art of the tattoo is sacred- you can't rush art."
"Shut up!"
"Don't worry we're almost done."
"We better be- I don't think I'll be able to move my arm for a week after this."
Dean stopped for a moment, leaning forward to kiss Cas' cheek.
"I'll make it up to you with loads of blowjobs."
Cas' eyes widened, a sly smirk appeared on his face.
"Well that was just a given," he smiled at Dean before sticking his arm out again.
"Now finish the damn tattoo."
Cas commanded, in the husky voice that made Dean's body tingle.
Dean soon finished the tattoo, stepping aside to allow Cas to look at it in the mirror.
Cas examined his arm. It was still there. That was a good sign. His arm felt so numb, he was sure that it was missing. His grin stretched from ear to ear.
"I love it!"
He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist.
"I love you."
Dean whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Cas' lips, melting into the kiss as Cas took control. Cas gently pushed him, until he had them pinned against the wall. Kissing him ravenously.
Dean lead them away from the wall and into his break room.
"No sofa."
Cas stated.
"We won't need one."
Dean left a trail of kisses down Cas' jawline and then his neck, causing his breath to hitch.
"Get on your knees."
Cas growled, in the sexy tone that made the blood rush away from Dean's head. Dean could feel his erection growing.
He got on his knees, and started unbuckling Cas' belt before removing his trousers. He teasingly stroked Cas' erection from outside his underwear. Cas cupped Dean's face, lifting his head so that he staring into his eyes.
"Do I have to tell you what to do."
Dean gulped. He never thought being told what to do could be so sexy.
"Yes?!"
Dean squeaked. Yes, squeaked. He'd never squeaked before in his life. How did Cas make him squeak.
"Remove my underwear."
Dean did as he was instructed.
"Now, do I have to continue?"
Dean could see Cas was growing slightly impatient, so he proceeded. He wrapped his lips around Cas' throbbing cock, eliciting a deep moan from the blue eyed man.
"Ohhh..."
Cas moaned, as Dean wrapped his lips around the tip of his erection. Dean continued, swirling his tongue and taking in more into his mouth as he went on.
"Oh...fuck...faster.."
Cas grabbed fistfuls of Dean's hair as he thrust further into his mouth. Dean snaked his hands up Cas' legs and lightly squeezed Cas' ass.
"Ohh..holy shit...Dean..."
Cas' moans grew louder as Dean continued.
Cas removed Dean's hands and placed them around the base of his cock.
Dean moved his hands and head in a synchronised manner, growing faster and faster until Cas was left making intangible noises.
"Ohhh...fuuu...deee...ohhhh..."
Cas could feel everything building inside of him.
"Dean...I'm...going...cum..."
Was all he could get out, before he came with a cry of "OH...FUCK...DEAN!"
He continued to run his fingers through Dean's hair as he continued to suck and swallow.
Dean stood up again, flashing Cas a shit eating, patented, Dean Winchester grin.
Cas was still almost breathless as he pulled his underwear and trousers back up.
"Did that make up for pain of the tattoo?"
Dean asked, giving Cas an innocent look before pressing a tender, soft kiss to his lips.
Cas smirked.
"Do that again and we'll call it even."
"As you wish..."
Dean whispered, kneeling down in front of Cas once again.
Charlie entered the shop, looking for Dean, she swore she saw him and Cas come in earlier. Dean did tell her something about Cas wanting to get a tattoo. Charlie cocked an eyebrow and frowned in confusion. Where the hell were they? She would have seen them leave, he café was right next door after all.
Maybe they were in the break room.
Charlie opened the door.
"How's the new tatt-" her face twisted into a horrified expression at the sight in front of her.
The three of them were frozen, in a thick, and seemingly suffocating silence. Dean wished it would actually suffocate him so he wouldn't have to live through this. He pinched himself to make sure this wasn't just some horrible nightmare. Nope. It was the reality that was his life.
Charlie's horror soon turned into a mischievous grin as she backed away.
"I'm just gonna...leave you guys to it.."
She gave Dean a knowing wink, receiving an annoyed eye roll and disapproving frown back.
"So..where were we...?"
Dean goaded, licking his lips, causing them to turn a brighter shade of pink.
"Well, I believe we were..." Cas pushed Dean's head forward so that his lips were once again wrapped around his erection.
"About here.."
Cas finished his sentence, biting his lip as he did so.
"Works for me..."
Dean hummed, the vibrations caused Cas to throw his head back and moan louder.
After a while, the pair finally got back to their apartment. Dean had educated Cas on how to properly take care of his new body art and the pair went to sleep. The slept soundly, in a blissful comfort, wrapped safely in each other's arms.