As the day stretched into night, Eros vacated the room with a promise to return in the morning, and Sam excused himself to be alone with Gabriel.
"If we aren't getting exactly what we want like Eros said, or if things go wrong and…if this is the last night we are together, I want to have a drink or two with my friend," he said with a smile, and then he was gone with the flap of a wing. Dean wasn't ever going to get used to that flying thing, and he didn't even want to ponder how Sam could be drinking with his mental angel buddy.
Suddenly alone in the room, the two men's eyes met. Blue to green. And Dean's stomach lurched. Butterflies? Really?
"Dean…I'm sorry this evening was so…emotional for me. I know you aren't very fond of that," Cas said and Dean shook his head, trying to not feel so awkward. Part of him wanted to pick up where they left off on that kiss, and the other part of him wanted to avoid the whiplash that was bound to follow.
"Cas is there anything else you need to tell me about all of this? Any other dirty angel secrets I might not be too happy to hear down the road?" Castiel moved towards Dean, closing the space between them.
"No, Dean. I am so sorry I wasn't more frank with you. I shouldn't have doubted your bond to me. I was feeling…insecure with…well my performance lately has been…" Dean brushed a thumb over Castiel's lips.
"Shh," he said softly, and drew Cas closer. He kissed his angel slowly. Took his time. No need getting carried away. The problem with Dean was that he always got carried away. He was very quick to jump in feet first and just fuck until he was spent. Really, it wasn't all Castiel's fault that he was struggling with this sex thing. Dean was pummeling him with hot and heavy sex feelings every time their bodies touched. But not this time. Dean was going to take things nice and slow. Real slow. Agonizingly slow.
Drawing the kiss deeper, Dean's tongue played along Castiel's lips which parted to receive him. Feeling the way his body churned the cool fire forming in his chest, Dean pulled away again. Couldn't heat things up already between them.
"Dean," Cas breathed and the want in his voice went right to Dean's cock. Fuck, but he was making this hard.
"Lay on the bed, Cas," Dean responded calmly and his angel obeyed. Pulling off his jacket, Cas loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes as he walked; making a track of discarded clothing leading Dean to where he laid waiting for him.
Dean smiled to himself, enjoying the way Cas always instantly did what he asked of him. Even now, lying on the bed, looking ever the casual business man, Castiel watched Dean approach and waited to see what Dean wanted him to do.
Dean let his eyes dance over Cas, but made no effort to join him. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, and slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head. The length of tan skin underneath shivered a bit in the chill of the air-conditioned room, and Dean sucked a slow breath through his teeth.
His eyes never left Castiel's while he undid the fly of his jeans and shimmied them down his legs. Cas licked his lips, drawing the bottom one into a soft bite of his teeth while he watched.
Casually, Dean slipped the boxers down to follow the jeans and kicked the whole mass of clothing to the side so that he stood bare in front of the other man. He enjoyed Cas's eyes on him. He saw his angel's gaze drop to his half-hard cock, and then creep up to his face again.
It was luscious. It was exotic. It was amazingly arousing, but all the while, Dean was able to keep himself in check. He refused to fall into that tempting spell of lustful thoughtless passion because that obviously was too overwhelming for Castiel. No, he was going to keep things nice and cool. And slow. Painfully, rousingly slow.
Moving his hand down his body, Dean took up the length of his shaft and started to stroke it. Castiel gasped, and then blushed furiously as his eyes tried to take in everything at once.
"Dean…please let me do that," he said in his low I-am-angel-hear-me-roar voice. His breath hitched in a way that was far more arousing than what Dean was doing to himself. His dick came to full attention.
"No, Cas. I got this covered. Take your clothes off." Again, his angel responded immediately. Perhaps this was the Soul-binding that Sam had talked about. Dean didn't care anymore. It meant that Cas trusted him completely and that was enough to keep Dean well in the game. Castiel lifted his hips in the air and slid his pants and boxers off in unison. His socks followed and he tossed it all to the floor. His hands went to the buttons on his shirt as his eyes locked with Deans.
"Keep the tie," Dean said softly, and Castiel hesitantly smiled. Working his shirt over his shoulders, he sat up to remove it completely, and then lifted his arms to reach out for Dean. It was then that Dean could feel it. A soft wisp of heat working over his mind, trying to connect with his soul. Castiel's grace looking for nurturing; yearning for Dean's desire. Remembering how Eros had instructed him, Dean let his mind slip into that cold place where he hid his emotions inside his soul instead of broadcasting them on the outside. He didn't turn his emotions off completely; not like before, but pulled them back just a little bit so as not to rush things along.
Castiel fell back on the bed with a whimper and closed his eyes. His body writhed against the sheets, longing for friction, and the sight was almost enough to tip Dean over the edge. He stilled the hand on his cock. Nice and slow. Very slow.
Dean realized that things went from embers to raging infernos with Cas and him because he never was really this emotionally and sexually attached to any person like this before. Not any single woman. Not Lisa certainly. Not even that porn star he banged could do it for him like Cas could.
"Dean," Cas breathed as he slid his hips back and forth; rubbing his skin against the bed. His eyes remained closed but his face fell into a look of such longing, Dean could only stare. "Touch me, Dean." His angel was the pure embodiment of sex. Dean swallowed hard and struggled against the powerful lust that was pushing at the confines of his soul. Damn him if Cas wasn't trying to get them both Grace whipped.
"How's the Grace meter looking there, Cas," Dean asked and Castiel opened his eyes to peer down the length of his body at the hunter standing at his feet.
"It is well Dean," he said sternly. "But I am not. I need you to touch me before I fall apart from wanting you so much." Dean closed his eyes as heat bloomed across his chest. Cas was making this so very fucking hard. Bending, Dean placed one knee on the bed; then another. Slowly making his way crawling up Castiel's body.
"You look amazing, angel," Dean said, his voice raspy and low. He leaned and trailed his tongue along the length of Cas's shaft causing him to lurch from the bed into the sensation. Dean moved higher, bringing soft lips to the divot in Cas's hip. The curve of his ribs. The perk of his chilled nipple. Licking and tasting and kissing, Dean explored Cas's body as he arched and writhed and moaned beneath him.
"Oh Dean, this is…" his breath caught and he tried again. "This is beyond com… comparison!" Dean smiled around his kisses and trailed the tip of his tongue against Cas's collarbone. Lifting his head, Dean pulled at Castiel's arms, bringing them above the angel's head, and pinning them there. Their eyes met, blue to green, and Dean took Castiel in a slow drawing kiss. Castiel groaned in his mouth. His hips danced and his cock, dripping from neglect, brushed against Dean's causing him to moan as well. Castiel watched Dean as he lifted his hips again and brushed his shaft against the hunters. Dean shuddered from the slight contact and his head dropped as his eyes slipped shut.
"Dean…touch me, please. Dean…" Castiel whispered into his ear, and Dean was lost to him. He just couldn't hold out anymore. Settling his weight, Dean thrust against Castiel's hip and both men groaned from the contact. Longing and desire leaked from Dean and he could feel Castiel's Grace sucking everything up. Dean was right on the edge, but so was his angel, and what they had already accomplished far surpassed any previous attempts at sex. With restraint crumbling around him, Dean let himself go.
Emotions flooded over Cas like a wave of heat, and sex, and unimaginable pleasure, and he gasped loudly from the assault. Dean rutting against him, his body naked and tense on top of Cas's. Dean moaning and panting in his ear as he trembled on the brink. Dean's emotions, lust, desire, longing, love; all comingling and transforming into a beacon that burned inside Castiel in ways he never thought possible.
Cas's hands came free of Deans grip and he dug fingers into Dean's back like an anchor in the tidal wave he was surfing. His breath burst out of him in erratic spurts and with each exhalation he offered up a name like a revelation. Like a prayer.
"Dean…Dean…Dean…Dean…"
"Fuck, Cas," Dean breathed against his neck and Castiel's grip tightened. To feel the weight of the hunter against him; to feel the heat and friction against his cock; to feel the ragged wrecked breath of Dean in his ear; it was all he could take. Castiel's orgasm exploded out of him as he arched and groaned, utterly blissed, into the night. Dean was just behind him, being sent over the edge by Cas going first. Their semen spread hot like molten to pool on Cas's stomach.
Instantly, Cas grew defensive. He strained his reach, grappling for his Grace, only to open his eyes in surprise to realize that his grace hadn't escaped him. He was able to keep it contained.
"You ok, Cas?" Dean asked and he lifted himself onto his elbows to look at Cas more closely.
"I am amazing," was the response Cas could think of, and he broke into an huge smile. Dean returned the smile, relieved, and leaned in to kiss him. Sweet and slow with much less intensity than before. After a moment, he pulled away from Cas to out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Cas whined, his face distraught.
"I need a shower," Dean announced and made his way towards the bathroom. With a mix of longing and a feeling of forlorn, Castiel watched him from behind. His contentment suddenly jaded in Dean's absence. It scared him a little to realize how desperately he needed to be by Dean's side. He was infinitely, euphorically, and eternally Deans.
At the door to the bathroom, Dean flicked on the light and turned to look back at his spent lover. In Cas's eyes, he looked holy.
"You coming, Cas?" He offered and with wry smile. Castiel immediately hopped out of bed.