"I'm right here, Dean," Castiel muttered as Dean pressed his lips to the angel's neck.
"No...," Dean all but growled the word, hands curling into Castiel's back like fists. "Not like that...Like this...I want you...I want...all of you."
The way he said it.
Dean's breath came out heated and strong, hotter than dragon's fire, breathing into Castiel's throat where he felt it seep through the layers of his armor. There was a hunger in his eyes that Castiel had never seen before. A desire. It consumed him, suited him perfectly for a hunter holding his prey. Dean lifted him off his feet, crushed the angel to his body and Castiel could feel his heat everywhere now. His kiss was primal and hard, his tongue battling for control and dominance, not even giving Castiel pause to react.
"Dean," He managed to breathe in a gasp when the demon finally gave him some air. He hadn't intended for this to be much more than a kiss but when he felt Dean's hand slip underneath the armor plate on his back, a sharp intake of breath froze him. Dean balled up the thin sheet of cloth under the metal and pulled. The sensation sent a tingling shock wave over his body and things got out of control. Blood began to rush through his body in an unfamiliar way with a surge of pleasure that he couldn't restrain.
"Don't you know, angel? I'll always come for you," Next to his ear, Dean's voice resonated against him in a thrum, driving him crazy.
Without a word, Dean spun them around and tossed Castiel onto the bed as though he was light as a feather. He bounced and stared at Dean as he crawled onto from the end like a predator closing in.
"Dean...We can't...Not here. Not...now,"
"Why not, angel?" Dean got to his knees between Castiel's legs, stripped off his tank top and unbuttoned his jeans, not taking his eyes off him. Castiel got a look at his body for the first time, saw the marks that touched his body where battle had overwhelmed him. Dean mesmerized him, but behind those eyes was an enigmatic demon too complicated to understand in a lifetime.
On the outside, he was a young demon without a care in the world, with a smile to release all the tension and brush it aside. The one to make you feel at ease even in the worst situation. He had seen him kill with the same passion he could see now. He'd adapted to this world like he had his own. A king among peasants, having the world kneel before him. It was a truth Castiel could never admit out loud that he wanted to understand, but never would.
Dean's fingers traveled under Castiel's bare thigh where his grip caught under Castiel's knee and he raised it up to his lips to press his lips to the hard flesh: fire on ice.
"Why not, angel?" He asked again, his voice lower. Castiel's rapid breathing filled the quiet vacuum of the room, mingling with his. As Dean released his leg and finished unzipping his jeans, he kept talking to him. "I want you, angel...More than anything."
He reached under Castiel's armor, his large hands gripped Castiel's hips and lingering.
"Tell me you want me, angel. Tell me you do too,"
Dean had always enjoyed pushing Castiel to his limit for the short time he had to experience his company. Whether that was patience or not. And now, looking into those smoldering green eyes...Every new experience put Dean's mark on him, and he knew it too.
Despite all of his minds protests...The only thing that came to mind was that it was all so fleeting. Love. Yes, he could finally admit what he felt for Dean was love. He could admit to himself that it was love that made him save this demon from certain death. He could admit that it was love that pulled him from the fire. And it was different from that inbred love he was made to give to his brothers. Much stronger. Much more meaningful.
And if this was his final moments on the planet, he wanted to spend it with him.
"I want this...I want you," He reached up to kiss him, but Dean only shook his head, dragging himself off the bed until he was off it, standing again. For a second, he thought he had disinterested him with the statement, but Dean only stood to the side of the bed, a finger pressed to his lip.
"Take it off. Everything."
Castiel's cheeks flushed with heat as he looked down at his garments. Then he met Dean's gaze with a question that clearly asked 'Can't you?'
Dean flashed a crooked smile. "You're quite a catch wearing your armor, angel. I would hate to break it in any way. Besides...It gives me future reference on the best way to remove it without permanent...damage."
And Castiel could see by the look in Dean's eyes that he would damage it in his haste to get it off. He couldn't help a faint smile himself.
Driven to the point beyond caring, Castiel didn't take long to make up his mind. Piece by piece, he removed his armor and boots, letting each plate and boot fall to the sides of the bed with soft thuds as Dean watched. He didn't tear his gaze away from Dean, not wanting to break their connection. With every garment he removed, the hunger in Dean's eyes intensified.
Now he laid bare before Dean, consciously aware of how vulnerable a position he had been put in. He had always been a warrior, and his armor was everything, he had never had the need to be completely nude. Never.
For the longest time, Dean only watched him, drinking in the sight of his body in full. Embarrassed, Castiel's cheeks flushed again and he wanted to look away if only to make Dean do the same, but he found he couldn't. Dean removed his loose jeans fully, letting them pool around his feet where he kicked them off and slipped out of his shoes.
He retook his position between Castiel's knees, slowly spreading his legs to position himself further. Castiel felt another hot tingle wherever Dean touched. "I take it you've never done this before."
"No," Castiel's answer came in a quick pant.
A smile curved Dean's lips and he crawled on top of Castiel, hands finding a place in the sheets beside Castiel's shoulders as the demon came down to press his lips against the shell of his ear. "Softly."
He kissed down Castiel's chest, teasing with a warm tongue and finding purchase on Castiel's nipple where he suckled and bit, eliciting a gasp from Castiel's lips. He found his own hand trace Dean's shoulder to his hair where he took a handful and pulled so the demon could meet his gaze. He saw what he knew to expect, that beguiling smile.
The demon winked and returned his attentions to Castiel's body, tongue flicking over the other nipple until it too was hard. Castiel arched his back as the demon trailed lower and lower, planting kisses here and there. He forced Castiel's legs apart with his head and shoulders and waited, waited for Castiel's breaths to calm.
Dean was still smiling when they looked at one another. He pressed a finger to his lips as if to quiet him. He kissed on each hipbone just as he raised Castiel's knees to rest on both of Dean's shoulders. Castiel opened his mouth to say something but his words were swallowed with a sharp gasp when Dean lips encapsulated him fully. Heat throbbed around him and he stifled a cry of pleasure into the sheets by grabbing a handful and pressing it to his mouth.
His warm tongue felt so hot and wet as it ran down the length of him. He teased, circling his tongue around him as he came up again. Castiel made a noise, grabbing onto the iron headboard behind him, indenting his body further into the bed. His fingers found Dean's hair again and he pulled, hard. Dean smiled, opening his mouth wide and engulfing the tip.
Dean's lips teased, receiving plenty of assurance from Castiel. He moaned Dean's name, giving plenty of reason to go further. He pressed his mouth further into him, taking in his entirety the best he could. Castiel moaned again, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead as he pressed himself into the pillow. Dean pulled back, only to run along his length once more.
A hand clenched around his waist, digging his fingernails into Castiel's back. Castiel arched his hips further into him and Dean was more than happy to oblige. He circled his tongue around him with each swoop, teasing him with the slightest graze of his teeth. Castiel bucked and moaned, a spasm of pleasure shooting up his body. His breathing was more than ragged and he could feel how his chest was rising and falling at a fast rate. Dean swallowed as much of him as he could before pulling back once more. The rate in which he did was increasing, and the effect it had on Castiel was obvious. A string of incoherent words left his lips.
Castiel tried to muster out Dean's name a few times, but it never came out clearly.
"Come on, angel," Dean murmured, running his tongue down his length again. And Castiel felt it coming for the first time. But before he could even dare, Dean pulled away fully and took a hold of him with an iron grip that had his skin flush red from how tight he held.
"Not yet," The demon commanded.
Castiel's arms remained curled in the pillow where he knew he was in danger of ripping it to pieces. He gasped when Dean held him, preventing his release. Curiously, Dean's thumb ran over the tip, speculating. Castiel shivered when he touched the slit and he nearly glowered at Dean in defiance.
"What?" Dean tilted his head, that infuriating smile forming yet again. "What about me?"
"What-?"
Dean spread his legs and pulled up so their bodies flushed; Castiel panting in the face of the demon who pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and cut off his protests. He wanted more, begged for more, chased his kiss as Dean pulled away and watched as he placed two fingers into his own mouth and suckled until they were slick with saliva.
Caught unaware of what was coming next, Castiel watched Dean's hand disappeared between them. The next thing he knew was a sharp sting in his entrance. He gasped and cried out, but Dean covered his mouth with a kiss as the demon scissored his fingers inside, slicking him slowly and carefully. Another spasm left Castiel and he closed his eyes from the pain until gradually it faded into a dull ache and his body relaxed, returning Dean's kiss with equal enthusiasm, gripping his shoulders to keep him there.
When Dean pulled away, his lips bruised from the abuse, he locked eyed with Castiel. "Trust me?"
"I..."
"Don't hesitate, angel,"
"I...I do,"
Dean smiled, pulling away and hitching Castiel's legs around his waist for better access. His hands were tight on Castiel's hips and he gave the angel a small nod. Dean slowly slid inside with a single but forceful thrust. Castiel cried out, louder then ever before. He shut his eyes and felt moisture form, tears forming behind closed lids. Dean freed a hand to take a hold of his face, thumb brushing underneath his lower lip.
"Shh...Shh...," Dean soothed him. "It's all right, angel."
"Ahh...," Castiel groaned ,taking a hold of Dean's wrist just as Dean gave another thrust, pushing himself further until he was fully sheathed inside. Castiel gasped, wanting more. He could feel Dean's rising heat when Dean began to move, hips finding a slow but building rhythm of thrusts.
Dean released all of Castiel so they were only connected through his penetration. Perspiration began to form on Dean's body, rolled off his chest when he drew close, inches away, fists balled into the sheets again to keep himself steady and adjusted.
Castiel's hips began to move with Dean.
"Faster," Castiel gasped.
"Heheh," Dean chuckled, reaching down to capture Castiel's lips in a bruising kiss.
Castiel's free hand found Dean's other wrist and he growled the word in his own demand. "More."
A guttural, predatory snarl left Dean at the command. He took a hold of Castiel's hips, momentarily pausing mid-thrust. He positioned himself higher, on his knees, nearly bending Castiel's entire body in half. Faster and faster. Castiel felt like he was going to pounded into pieces. He pushed himself down just slightly, his forehead just barely brushing the pillows. A shuddering gasp left him when he felt Dean brush against his prostate.
The only sound that came between them was the low, hissing pants of the demon as he mercilessly thrust harder, faster into Castiel upon request. Castiel could feel his release, the one Dean prevented before. As if reading his mind, the demon caught Castiel in a tight grip, making the angel shudder and gasp and whine. Damned. Cruel. Demon.
Harsh gasps and soft moans left Castiel's lips. Against the sweat soaked bed, he whispered. "Please..."
"Please what," Dean growled through his teeth.
"Please, Dean," Castiel pleaded between breaths. "I can't...I ...I can't..." It was enough to push Castiel over the edge himself and come against Dean's stomach.
Dean's hands traveled up to around Castiel's ribs where he pulled Castiel forward so he was wrapped around Dean, looking down on him. Automatically his arms wrapped around Dean's neck. Dean's hands lowered and he guided Castiel's body down to meet his continuous thrusts.
With each thrust, came a word, spoken in a husky growl he had never heard from Dean before except in threat. "Give.. Me... A. ..Reason... To...Fuck-"
He cut off, releasing inside Castiel. Warm, sticky fluid leaked out from his entrance around Dean. Dean's face was a show of ecstasy and pleasure as he rocked Castiel backwards and lay on top of him, still sheathed comfortably inside.
He pressed his lips warmly, almost lazily to Castiel's. Dean broke the kiss to look between them, fingers twining around Castiel once more to slowly wipe him clean with a thumb and forefinger. Castiel lay panting and sweating until Dean, giving a faint, crooked smile, collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily.