Dean and Cas were lounging in front of some reality show when Dean came to his conclusion.

"Let's just go through the kinks in the order I showed you. Would that be okay?"

Cas kissed him gently. "If that's what makes you comfortable of course it's okay."

Dean felt a flush spread up his neck. "Can. . . can we try the rope?"

"Now?"

Dean nodded.

Cas hummed and traced his eyes across Dean's hopeful expression. "I believe I can do that. Wait here and remove your shirt."

Dean hurriedly stripped as Cas went to the bedroom. His heart sped up. He liked basic bondage and the idea of taking it up a notch, like they had with impact play, was appealing.

Castiel returned with two lengths, one blue and one black, of soft rope and a pair of scissors. "Stand up for me."

Dean obeyed, licking his lips in anticipation.

Cas looped the rope around Dean's ribs before tracing it up between his pecs. He repeated this on each side until a V fell between Dean's nipples with rope wrapping around his torso. Cas tied it off before running his fingers between the rope and Dean's skin.

"Wrap your arms behind your back and grasp each elbow." Cas reached for the next length of rope.

Dean furrowed his brow as he focused on placing his arms in the correct position. He didn't feel much yet in the way of arousal but a strange calm was thrumming in his veins.

Cas looped the rope around Dean's clasped arms.

When the knot was tied off, the arousal set in.

Dean was mostly immobile. He bit down on his bottom lip as he watched Cas walk a slow circle around him.

"How does that feel?" Cas murmured.

Dean swallowed hard. "It feels good."

Cas hummed. "On your knees."

Dean lowered himself, rocking slightly when he realized he didn't have his arms to steady his movements.

Cas ran a hand through Dean's hair, tugging his head back. "How about I put those pretty lips of yours to work?"

Dean whimpered in response.

Cas released his cock from his pants and pressed a thumb alongside Dean's lips. "You like that? All trussed up and helpless? You want to suck me, gorgeous boy?"

Dean nuzzled up Castiel's length. "Please," he whispered.

Cas rubbed the head of his dick along Dean's mouth, leaving a streak of precome behind. "Open."

Dean opened his mouth and tipped his head back slightly so Cas could begin to thrust inside. After every few thrusts, Cas would pull back enough for Dean to give the head of his cock a firm lick.

Dean groaned with each taste. His erection pounded behind his zipper and he whimpered with every move Cas made.

Cas pressed slowly into Dean's mouth, allowing Dean to swallow around him. He pulled out on a husky groan.

"Stand up," Cas directed. "Bend over the arm of the couch." He laid a few pillows down to make Dean more comfortable as he laid himself down.

Dean spread his legs as Cas pulled his jeans off. Cas knelt down and grasped each cheek with a hard squeeze, making Dean cry out as a lick of pain went straight to his dick.

Cas pulled Dean's cheeks apart and immediately licked hard on his exposed hole.

"Oh fuck," Dean exploded as he canted his hips back for more.

Cas nipped a sharp bite where ass met thigh before returning to working his tongue into Dean. He pressed a finger in alongside his tongue and pressed right on Dean's sweet spot.

Dean cried out, his breath coming in harsh pants. He wanted to reach back and hold himself apart or hold Castiel's hair. He wanted to fist his hands in the couch. But he was held immobile by the rope.

"Please, please, please," he begged.

Cas continued to stretch Dean, using lube he'd stashed in his pocket. He stood and slicked his cock.

There was no warning as he pushed into Dean's prepared body. Dean let out a low moan as he was filled with Castiel's hard, hot length.

Cas rolled his hips and ground against Dean's prostate. He gripped the ropes encompassing Dean's arms and used them to pull Dean back as he thrust forward.

"Can I come? Please? Oh fuck," Dean babbled.

"Do it," Cas ground out.

A few thrusts later had Dean coming with a loud shout. His legs shook as his cock pumped come onto the side of the couch.

Feeling Dean squeeze around him pushed Cas over the edge. He came buried deep inside of Dean.

The men stood and caught their breaths before Castiel undid the knots holding Dean's arms together. Dean stretched his arms out in front of him with a satisfied groan that quickly became a whimper as Cas pulled out. He ran his fingers across the marks tracing up and down his forearms.

Cas cleaned him off with a damp rag before helping him stand. Dean looked at the mess on the side of the couch. "Oops, dammit. That'll be a bitch to clean."

Cas chuckled. "We didn't plan ahead."

"You did a little," Dean answered. "Why the scissors?"

"Safety measure. Just in case I need to get you out faster than I can untie my knots."

Dean nodded as he curled up on the couch. Cas covered him with a blanket and went to get juice.

Dean drifted a bit, still aware of his surroundings but riding a slight endorphin high.

"Drink for me," Cas said as he sat down. He began untying the rope from Dean's chest.

"Is this the kind I can wear under my clothes?" Dean asked, indicating the chest harness.

"If you like." Cas nodded and coiled the ropes.

Dean sighed and snuggled into Castiel's embrace. "I like ropes."

Cas scratched light fingernails across the marks on Dean's arms. "What was your favorite part?"

"I like it when you're in control."

Cas kissed Dean's forehead. "There is no higher praise for a Dom. Thank you."

Dean tilted his head back. "Thank you for letting me try new things and for not judging me."

Cas licked across Dean's lips. "It's fun for me too."

Dean scrunched his face adorably. "So temperature play next?"

"That's what was on the list."

Dean bit the inside of his mouth. "Wax makes me nervous."

"You always have a safeword," Cas reminded him.

Dean felt a small wave of calm. "That's true."

Cas raked his fingers through Dean's hair. "Rest now. We don't have to worry about it yet."

Dean nodded and settled down into Castiel's lap. "I love you."

Cas smirked. "I know."