Three days had passed since their big incident. Cas spent them walking on eggshells around Dean.
And it was pissing Dean off.
"Dude, you've got to knock this shit off." Dean violently mashed the mute button on the remote.
"What are you talking about?" Cas asked carefully.
Dean growled. "That right there. The tip-toeing around me like I'm made of goddamn glass. I fell in love with the asshole that shut off the wifi because I wouldn't do the damn dishes."
Cas winced. "Maybe I have been a bit easy with you."
"You're handling me with fucking kid gloves and it's pissing me the hell off."
Cas raised an eyebrow. "Language, Dean."
Dean leaned forward until their noses were nearly touching. "Fuck. You."
Castiel's hand shot out and gripped Dean's chin. "That was quite rude. See, I've been attempting to be nice and ease you back into our relationship but I can see that was the wrong decision. Now, I want you prepped and kneeling on my bed in the next five minutes or you don't get to come tonight." He watched as Dean's pupils dilated when the instructions registered. "What do you say to me?"
"Yes, sir," Dean breathed.
Cas released his grip and leaned back enough for Dean to scamper off the couch and out of the room.
He took the moment to breathe and focus his thoughts. He hadn't meant to be irritatingly gentle with Dean but he was afraid of repeating the bad experience. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face as he heard Dean's door shut while the man got ready. Cas really was totally in love with Dean Winchester and he was terrified he would fuck it up.
Dean skipped to his bed and settled on his back with plug and lube in hand. He popped the lid and slicked up his fingers before shoving two inside. The burn was more intense than he'd been expecting and he had to back off to one. He had to slow down or he'd hurt himself and the night would be a bust before anything actually got started.
When his hips started to move in time with his hand, he knew he was ready for more. Two fingers scissored in and out of his hole, catching on the rim every so often and making him bite his lip. He frantically checked the clock and realized he only had a couple of minutes left.
He lubed the plug and pushed it in slowly, unable to help the low moan that left his mouth as he was filled. He whimpered lightly when he rolled off the bed and made his way to the dresser to grab something from his ever-growing panty collection.
Castiel hardened instantly when Dean's luscious moan rippled through the silent apartment. Fuck, his boy was so good for him. He hadn't really been timing even though he'd put a limit on Dean's prep. As much fun as orgasm denial was, Cas couldn't resist the sounds Dean made when he came.
He heard Dean beat feet down the hall and into Castiel's room. Cas waited a few seconds before standing to follow.
Dean knelt in the middle of the bed clad in nothing but a pair of white lace panties. The head of his hard cock poked up through the top of the material and Cas could see the tension in his muscles as he fought the urge to move so the lace would drag across it.
"Stand up and lay over the bed," Cas instructed.
Dean scrambled to obey. He lay so his upper body was on the mattress with his feet on the floor, cock trapped against the side of the bed. He felt Cas spread his arms wide and secure them to the head and foot restraints. A whimper left his mouth as he spread his legs in anticipation.
Cas skimmed his fingertips across Dean's shoulders and down the muscles of his back. "What should I do with you?"
He continued to barely touch until Dean writhed and arched.
"Safewords," Cas demanded.
"Red to stop. Yellow to slow down." Dean panted.
The was no warning when Castiel's hand cracked down on the swell of Dean's ass. Dean yelped in shock before dissolving into a moan that melted into the mattress. Cas smacked the other side with just as much force, watching the hints of red skin peek out through the weave of the lace.
That would never do. He had the urge to watch Dean's tan skin pinken and brighten under the assault. He guided the material down just enough to bare Dean's skin, biting his lip when he saw the base of the plug nestled in between Dean's cheeks.
Cas spanked Dean, alternating cheeks and varying the location of each blow, until the man was a teary-eyed mess.
He rubbed a hand over the hot skin. "When you almost came from this it was while wearing a plug, correct?"
Dean made an affirmative noise and rubbed his wet eyes across the sheet.
Cas scratched his blunt nails over the red skin. "Do you want to try again?"
"Fuck," Dean exploded before groaning in frustration. "No."
Can stopped. "No?"
Dean panted a few times as he caught his breath. "I want you inside me when I come. I want to come on your cock. Can I? Please?"
Cas swallowed hard as his eyes fluttered shut. "You're amazing, Dean. Truly wonderful. Yes, of course."
Cas climbed off the bed and stood behind Dean. "Are you comfortable?"
Dean nodded frantically. "Yes. Cas. Please. Fuck me."
Cas tapped his fingers lightly against the plug in Dean's ass. Smirking when Dean jerked and canted his hips up for more. "I don't know, you were pretty rude earlier."
"Please. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Please please please please..." Dean dissolved into muttering pleases over and over into the sheet. His body shook with unattended arousal.
"You're so good, Dean. So good for me." Cas smoothed a hand up and down Dean's back until the man relaxed and stilled beneath his touch.
He pulled the plug out and twirled it before gently pushing it back in. Dean keened and thrust his hips, chasing whatever friction he could find.
Cas twisted the plug left and right as he worked it out of Dean's ass, biting his lip as he watched his submissive stretching around it. Dean whined when he was empty and canted his hips back, begging to be filled once more.
Cas lubed his cock and pressed in hard, reveling in the rush of breath that knocked out of Dean. Dean immediately started rolling his hips to encourage Cas to move.
Castiel smirked as he recalled the torture Dean had bestowed upon him during their last lovemaking and pulled out a couple of inches before slowly pushing back in.
Dean growled. "Payback?"
Cas made a small "mmhmm" sound as he languidly thrust in and out, barely moving each time. He purposefully avoided Dean's prostate for a majority of the time, choose to thrust against it every third pass or so.
Dean bucked and pulled on the restraints. "Please, I can't. Please."
Cas smacked a hand down on Dean's ass as he thrust inside with force. Dean cried out and gripped the side of the bed to brace himself.
Cas pulled out before laying another spank as he thrust again. He gripped Dean's hips and set a moderate pace, hitting Dean's prostate nearly every time.
Dean could feel the orgasm building. He'd been so frustrated over the last few days he hadn't even jacked off in the shower, so there was a lot of tension coiled and ready to blow.
"Close," he gasped out.
He barely registered the sound of vibration before he felt the wand press to his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside.
He came screaming Castiel's name into the mattress. He continued making little punched out sounds as Cas pounded into his ass with passion.
Cas threw back his head and hissed Dean's name as he climaxed. When he withdrew, he took a moment to watch the come seep out of Dean's ass. He wanted to rim him but knew he had to get him unstrapped and out of the soaked panties. Damn. Another time maybe.
Cas released Dean from the restraints and pulled the soiled material from his body before using a stray shirt to wipe up the majority of the mess. He grabbed a bottle of Gatorade he'd stowed under the bed and handed it to Dean.
The men climbed under the blankets and curled around each other. Cas ran his fingers across Dean's scalp and smiled when the man basically purred.
"Feeling better?" Cas asked.
Dean hummed and snuggled closer. "Yes. Thank you." He reached up to touch Castiel's lips and then his own. "What about you?"
Cas thought for a moment. "I feel more at ease. I was afraid something in our relationship had changed and didn't want to damage it. I see I went about it the wrong way." He touched Dean's lips and kissed his own fingertips.
"I love you," Dean whispered, tilting his head back.
"I love you, too." Cas leaned down to press their lips together. He sighed into the kiss, feeling complete for the first time in several days.