Author's note: I know I usually update on Saturdays, but I wanted to surprise you all, not just with an early chapter, but also with a fact that there will be a chapter on Satuday too. Enjoy and thank you for reading. Drop a review, tell me how it was.
That night, when they finally got home, and funny how Cas never saw the penthouse as home until he found someone to share the space with, they were both smiling happily, looking back on a perfect day, but also filled with anticipation of a perfect evening. Because Dean said he would tell him what he wanted tonight. What Castiel didn't know is that Dean wanted to tell him everything, but driven by the constant arousal of the whole day, he would choose the physical intimacy first.
"So... Are you going to tell me what you would want? You promised..." Castiel teased, even if he knew that if Dean chose not to say a thing, he would still be happy. But his smile grew as he saw Dean bite down on his lower lip in uncertainty, and he just knew that if he did this right, he might just see Dean come out of his bubble a little bit more. Not that he wasn't impressed by his strength and willingness and how much he had already progressed, but he just wanted to see that careless smile and hear that carefree laughter some more.
"How about I promise that, if you tell me, tell me what you would like, I promise we will do it. Tonight. Whatever it is. Anything... Anything at all." He could hear Dean's breath hitch, but he knew he hit the mark when Dean's eyes widened and he visibly shivered in excitement, his lips curving into a semi smile.
"I... Iwn t c you strp." Dean whispered, and screwed his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. Before Cas could even ask what was it that he said, Dean repeated his words loud and clear. "I want to see you strip. For me. I want to lay here and watch you dance for me. And then I want you to lay beside me..." Dean said in one breath and it seemed like he wanted to say more, but he ran out of breath and was probably discouraged by the setback to have the bravery to say more right now.
But that was okay, because Cas was smiling wide, pleasantly surprised and when Dean wouldn't meet the approval and the growing desire in his eyes, Castiel chose to ask "Any musical preference?"
It brought him back to the first night Dean came to his penthouse and he shoved away those memories of a frightened broken man, because that wasn't Dean, not anymore. When Dean shook his head No, Castiel put something on that he hoped wouldn't bring any bad memories and would also maybe draw a laugh out of Dean. It wasn't anything ridiculous like 'Too sexy for this shirt' or 'Do ya think I'm sexy', or any other cheesy thing like that. No, he went with another song, a little less shabby and hopefully a little more seductive.
And as the dark room filled with slow sound of a guitar, he couldn't help but smile at Dean's reaction as the green-eyed man sucked in a breath and looked amused and aroused at the same time.
"Santana?" Dean asked and smiled widely as Tito started singing 'After dark', the sexiest slow dance song ever written.
"Heard it in a movie." Cas replied as he slowly started pulling his shirt over his head, swaying his hips left and right and making his stomach move a bit too. The collar of the shirt went over his head, messing up his hair completely and making it stand out in each and every direction and Dean just kept his wide smile, watching the Castiel's every move.
What seemed like teasing but was actually Cas being unable to undo the stubborn button of his jeans fit perfectly into the song, the success of the act aligning perfectly with the change of melody. He let the jeans pool around his ankles and he showed off the bulk in his underwear that was all too eager to come out and play. As he seductively lifted his leg to step out of the jeans, his toes caught up on the material and he stumbled and fell face down with a loud thud.
"Oh, shit Cas, are you okay?" Dean was by his side in an instant, helping him up and watched as the man started to blush like crazy.
"The only thing I hurt was my pride, thank you."
"Come on..." Dean said pulling him towards the bed.
"No, I said I would make it happen, and I stick to my word." Castiel protested and Dean looked at him for a moment. Castiel cussed internally at himself and letting anger prevail over something as insignificant as this, but he really wanted to give Dean what the handsome man desired. And then Dean went and said something that completely stunned him, not just because expressed his wants, but because he showed bravery and stood up to Castiel in a way.
"What if I told you I would now rather have you in the bed beside me, kissing you?"
That. That right there was why he fell in love with Dean. He could be so strong when he wanted to, especially if he was fighting for the comfort of others, of people Dean cared for, or at least Cas hoped Dean it was the case. He just had to push him, and hopefully see some more of the real Dean under those layers of self-loathing and guilt.
"What else? What else would you want me to do?"
Dean paused for a moment again, and then suddenly jerked Cas onto the bed. Cas fell on his face for the second time that night, but at least it was on the soft mattress this time and he turned around just in time to see Dean fall onto the bed beside him, giggling. Castiel smiled and leaned in to kiss Dean, but when he tried to pull back, Dean's hands shot up to cup his face and hold him in place as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues swirled together and for once Dean didn't let him lead, instead battled him. It seemed like he enjoyed the clash for the dominance, the battle rather than the dominance itself, so Cas gave him what he wanted.
The kiss was getting pretty heated and Cas was so into it, he had no idea when Dean managed to get rid of all his clothes and Castiel's briefs too, and suddenly they were lying on the bed, butt naked, facing each other, their erections so close, so freaking close if Cas just scooted an inch...
Dean suddenly broke the kiss and waited for the clouds in Castiel's head to clear before he spoke. "I want you."
"Wwwhat?" Castiel said not catching on and Dean took a deep breath, overcoming his inner opsticle once again and speaking up.
"I want you. I want to feel you. I want to... Connect, to... To feel you inside of me." Dean hid his eyes, his freckles turning red along with his skin as he blushed like crazy. Cas stared at him, his expression one of shock and disbelief. "I... I just want... More." Dean added shyly, lowering his head. Finally Castiel snapped out of his shock, reached and cupped Dean's face lifting it up to meet his gaze.
"Dean, I... I couldn't be happier that you want more, but you do know you don't have to do this. I am completely fine with what we have and I care too much about you to let..."
"I care about you too." Dean interrupted with such adoration in his eyes. "And I know I don't have to do this, I want to... I want to. Because I have never felt like this and it feels so damn good, I want more. I know... I know I might be a bit selfish, but I just... I want to connect to someone... No... No, not someone, I want... I want to connect to you, to, oh God... I want to deepen what we have here and I... I... " Dean was starting to panic a bit, his breath quickening. It was his first time to verbally express his own desires like this and having to talk this much he was starting to drive himself into a frenzy. But Cas must have seen it, because he leaned in and captured Dean's lips into a soft, tender kiss. He didn't let his tongue wonder about, instead choosing to use his lips and to just caress Dean, to sooth him.
He could feel Dean slowly relax and only then did he let his hand slip from his cheek to his neck, just gently gliding down, to his shoulder. He let it sit there, offering whatever comfort Dean could draw from it and broke the kiss, their eyes meeting once again.
"I want to... Connect to you too. And I am... Really glad you want to do this, but I have to ask, I have to make sure... You are doing this because you want to? Not because of me? Not because you think you owe me or..." Castiel asked gazing deep into those incredibly green eyes that widened at Castiel's suggestion.
"No, Cas, no... I would never do that to you. I know... I know you are so much different than all of them, and I... God, this is..." Dean was getting nervous again, and it only then hit Castiel of how open Dean was. He hasn't said anything, he was struggling to show what he liked and disliked and now he is talking, actually talking, and it was amazing that he has been able to be so upfront with what he wanted. And he was clearly struggling as it was, and then Castiel had to go and push him to talk more. There was a sudden tightness in his chest and all Castiel wanted to do was to stop harassing Dean and just follow his own instincts on this - they haven't failed him yet.
So he leaned in and captured Dean's lips once more, and just let him enjoy the softness and the tenderness of the kiss. He lazily caught the lower lip and only barely grazed it with his teeth and he could tell by the small whimper that Dean enjoyed that too. So he pulled it a bit more, sucked it between his teeth and ran his tongue over it. Dean released another silent moan and finally reached for Castiel. He set his hand on the man's bare arm and slowly traced it down, then up to his shoulder, over his collarbone and to his chest. Castiel's own hand mimicked Dean's motions and the moment he laid his hand on Dean's chest he could feel his heartbeat, slightly faster, but strong and almost determined.
Only for a moment, an image flashed in his mind. An image of Dean pushing him down and straddling him. An image of Dean on top of him, so hot and beautiful. He felt his cock jolt playfully at that thought and he set the image aside, hoping that one day, if this thing between them grows, that they would play around and explore more. But for now, Dean wanted him, he needed him, and Castiel's heart was so full, because he knew just how much trust Dean put into him, into all of this. And he would be damned if he would do anything to betray that trust.
Castiel lifted himself up a bit, never breaking that dizzying kiss and Dean followed, immediately realizing that Castiel wanted for them to reposition, lie properly on the bed. The moment his head hit the pillow, Castiel was moving on top of him, and he gasped not just at the feeling of a warm body covering him like a blanket, but the feel of Castiel's erection slotting next his. He didn't know when he closed his eyes, but when he managed to peel them open he saw Castiel's careful expression monitoring him.
"That... Feels so... Good." He manged between breaths, this whole thing was already getting to him, making him so aroused and so dizzy at the same time. Castiel smiled and leaned to kiss him, slowly staring to rut against him. Dean felt his breaths grew more heavy, pure arousal washing over him in waves as Castiel moved against him and he let his hands wander all over Castiel's back, subconsciously learning every curve of every muscle. He wanted to go lower, debated it for a moment, but didn't let his old self prevail. Show what you want, tell what you want. Express what you want. So he did.
He let his hands slip lower, over the swell of Castiel's perfect ass, caressed to the right position and then squeezed and pulled him even closer, making Castiel gasp this time. He broke the kiss and looked down at Dean with an amused, but happy smile and Dean bit his lip as he stared back, a tad bit of defiance in his forest greens and Dean squeezed and pulled close again. Castiel's lips parted, sucking in a deep breath as Dean's actions caused that sweet friction that had his mind clouding up and his entire body to shiver. Dean's lips twirled in a semi-smirk, gone faster then it came and he pulled Castiel in for another deep, needy kiss.
They stayed like that for a while, kissing, their legs intertwined, their hands roaming the other's body, both getting drunk with the feeling of another so close and so willing. Castiel's lips parted, but didn't go far as the man continued to trail hot kisses over his jaw and then slowly down the neck. He could hear Dean's deep rugged breaths and could actually feel the goosebumps that started to crawl on Dean's skin and he knew Dean was really enjoying this. His lips traced lower, over Dean's chest and down to his nipple and he just brushed over it with his wet lower lip and then ghosted over it, letting his breath affect the hardness of the bud. Dean whimpered at that and Castiel glanced at him only to see his lips parted and even though his eyes were closed, it was still obvious how good he felt.
Castiel slowly moved and captured the other nipple between his lips, wetting it, then teased it with his tongue delighted at the sounds Dean was making. They were quiet, barely there, but the more Castiel played, the more vocal Dean got and by the time the man reached the lower belly, plastering kisses and small nibbles all over the soft skin, Dean was humming his pleasure, filled with sweet anticipation.
Dean could feel it all, even when Castiel's hand silently reached and opened the drawer of the nightstand, probably to find lube. He huffed a smile as Castiel continued to kiss him, planting his wet lips on his hips and back at his stomach, going lower and lower. There was a small pause and just as if Dean knew it was what Castiel needed, he finally opened his eyes and looked down at the mad between his legs. He saw the same look in those ocean blues as he did that first night, only this time it was laced with adoration and, dared he think? - pride, and he could only hope that his eyes were giving out just as much excitement as Cas's were. He didn't know just how much fear they bore on that first night and how relieved Cas was not to see that ounce of fear in them now. Cas's expression seemed to soften and he kept his gaze upon Dean just for a moment longer, then parted his mouth as if he was trying to say something, probably to ask Dean if he was still okay, but did get a chance to as Dean spread his legs wider for him. Cas's eyes snapped down to follow the motion and were back on Dean's within a second, and he kept that gaze as his hand slowly moved up Dean's inner thigh, slowly reaching his groin.
The back of Castiel's hand brushed over Dean's balls and his thumb pressed and slid just within the leg's juncture and Dean's breathing picked up, and still there was nothing but anticipation in Dean's eyes as his fingers traveled closer to his hole, circling, teasing.
"Cas... Please..." Dean whispered and the man's eyes widened at the plea that tugged at his heart stings and at the same time sent a wave of arousal coursing through his entire body. He ceased his play and moved closer, setting his finger against Dean's entrance. "Pplease..." Dean whimpered and Castiel slowly pushed the finger within him, instantly closing his eyes and both savoring the feeling of the immense warmth and shoving it away to ease on his own arousal. Not wanting to play with Dean, he started moving it and was hit with another wave of that intoxicating feeling when Dean started moaning silently. And the more he moved the more Dean let himself go and the more sweet sounds he made.
With ease, Castiel added another lubed finger and Dean arched his back, forcing himself down on those fingers just a bit. His mind was swimming and he thought this part would be unpleasant, but he just so badly wanted to feel Castiel, wanted to feel just how different it would be with him so gentle and caring, but he had no idea that even this part would be so... Freakin' hot.
Castiel's hand slowly crept up his thigh and just as he started pumping those two fingers , his hand clasped over Dean's cock and started stroking lazily. His fingers twirled up inside, and Dean let out such a loud dirty moan that he immediately blushed and closed his eyes ashamed, his hands coming up to cover his face. It was so strange how even this part felt that good, with Cas going so slow, dragging it all out making Dean more and more lost in that subspace between awake and total bliss.
It took a few moments for his mind to clear up and for him to realize he was actually enjoying this so much more than he thought he would and that he wanted... "Mmm... Mo... More..." And Castiel added another finger and curled them as he pushed them all the way in, and once more Dean's back arched as he pushed himself down on those thick fingers.
"Oh, God, Dean..." Castiel let out and only then did Dean notice the dilated pupils, the drooling mouth and the heavy breaths, bit to mention the throbbing cock that were so eager for him, but holding back and making sure he was all good and stretched and prepared for this whole thing to be the least painful out of all his experiences.
"Cas... Oh, Jesus. That... Stop..." Dean said and Castiel instantly obeyed, starting to pull his fingers out. "No, stop... This. Not. That." Dean said as his hand reached for Castiel's that was stroking him and steadied it. "Stop or I'll... Just... Keep doing... Keep going..." And Castiel obeyed pushing all three fingers back inside, as deep as they would go. "Ooohh... Jesus Christ..."
Castiel took a chance and started moving just a bit faster, making Dean gasp and moan, shouting out his name along with "Jesus, oh, Lord, dear God, Christ. Oh, Cas..." Then suddenly, Dean jerked himself up, reaching for Castiel and closing his breath-dry lips over his, kissing him with such urgency and hunger that Castiel's mind fogged over and then next thing he knew he was in top of Dean, slowly pushing his way inside of him.
The warmth and tightness was so immense, Castiel felt like something was stuck in his throat and wouldn't allow anything but a choked off sounds to come out. At the same time, Dean was moaning so loudly in his ear, as he held onto him, held onto his biceps, held on for dear life. Finally, a few OHs slipped out and with them his breath. The new intake of air had him thinking more clearly and realize he might have moved without permission, and that he might have hurt Dean, so his focus was instantly on the man, his questioning and worried gaze searching Dean's expression and those vibrant green eyes.
"Ooh, just... Just a... Little... Mmmore..." Dean said feeling all different then ever before and when Castiel didn't move, he reached down, grabbed his ass and pushed him further in, and even thought it burnt slightly, hitting his prostate in just the right way was all it took for Dean to completely disregard the discomfort. "Oooohhohi... Oh, dear Lord, fuck... That's... " He uttered and completely missed the string of curses Castiel whispered as he was buried deeper inside that sweet hole.
They both paused right there, catching their breaths and as Castiel finally lifted his head that was buried in the crook of Dean's neck and met those fearful green eyes, the world around him started to crash. That is until Dean spoke. "I... I am sorry, I didn't mean... I didn't mean to... I just... I never felt anyone... This was... So much different."
"Oh, Dean... Don't... - cue a small grunt - don't ever apologize for this. Don't ever apologize for reaching and taking what you want, not to me." Another small grunt parted his lips and Dean turned slightly to the side, and kissed him so tenderly, so lovingly, Castiel thought his heart might explode from the sensation. While trapped in that amazing kiss, Castiel felt Dean wiggle underneath him just a bit and he slowly pulled out, grabbed a pillow and actually lifted Dean to set it under his lower back. And then... slowly, he pushed back in. His mouth vibrated as he swallowed down Dean's moan, and he broke the kiss to once again look at the man underneath him. It wasn't so much that he needed to make sure Dean was alright, it was that he just couldn't get enough of looking at the gorgeous man, and he felt so damn lucky to have met someone like him.
Even if happens that this thing doesn't last, he will always cherish each moment spent with Dean.
"Mmore... Moove... Please..." Dean moaned and God! how good it felt to hear that plea, to know Dean wanted more of him, in each and every way. He let his eager cock slowly slip out and he immediately pushed back in, setting a slow, torturous pace that had Dean whining and sweat breaking over both of them. He moved, gentle and caring, each long-drawn-out thrust lifting them both up to those incredible heights and by God! it has never felt like this for either of them. Castiel wanted to maintain these leisurely motions because not only was this building up to be the best intercourse he has ever had, but because he was, with each thrust, becoming more assured that this is what it felt like to 'make love' to somebody.
And he couldn't imagine doing it with anyone but with Dean.
Dean seemed to be enjoying this relaxed and unrushed built-up, if the sounds he was making were any indication, and not just that. The way he would move just a bit to meet each thrust, deliberately arching his back whenever Cas would bury himself in, biting down on his lower lip, the look of complete ecstasy in his eyes was so erotic, Castiel felt nearing that edge faster than he ever thought he could. Usually so proud of his stamina, it was mind-blowing how Dean is able to make him all hot and bothered in an instant, and this time it isn't any different.
"Dddean, oh, Dean..." Castiel moaned his name as he parted his lips once more, this gradual escalation so intense, his orgasm crept up on him so fast, his head was spinning. It only then occured to him, that even if Dean was actually enjoying this, he needed to take care of him too and while keeping up with the slow and steady thrusts, his hand gipped Dean's hip, then slowly started to move closer to his achingly throbbing cock. He only managed to reach the base, his fingers brushing his V line when he heard Dean's breath hitch and fuck if those emeralds didn't shine as they made contact with Castiel's eyes, so filled with amazement and hell, was that love?!
The pupils dilated and Dean's mouth dropped open as he sucked in a breath, and suddenly moaned so loudly, so dirty it would put all those porn stars to shame. Before Castiel could even figure out what was happening, Dean's cock started shooting rope after rope of cum all over himself and all of his muscles tightened and spasmed, including the ones around his tight hole. Dean unconsciously clenched up around Castiel's member and the sensation was so unbelievably amazing, Castiel tumbled over that proverbial edge and came with a strangled cry, unable to pull out because Dean constricted so much around him, he feared he might hurt him.
Barely holding himself upright above Dean he met his gaze once again, and just basked in it as he tried to catch his breath. Dean reached and pulled him in, making Castiel slump over him without a hitch in his breath and once more Castiel found himself astounded by Dean's strength. Their lips met in a slow, lazy kiss, the one that showed just how much they both feel wonderful, and how happy they are.
"I... I can't believe..." Dean whispered in Castiel's lips, huffing a smile, but his voice filled with a certain dose of misbelief.
"Dean?"
"I came... And you didn't even... You didn't even touch me..." And it was true, because Castiel was reaching, but never made it to the destination. He made him come untouched and if Dean's words were any indication, this is another first. Another first Castiel managed to be a crucial part of.
"I take it that has never happened before?" He asked, just to make sure and Dean shook his head, smiling, his eyes closed in slight embarrassment as his cheeks reddened. Castiel leaned back and kissed the redness off, as he carefully pulled out. "You hurt?" He asked concerned after Dean hissed at the motion.
"Nah... I'm good. In need of a shower, but... - another loving look, another kind smile - I am good. So good." Castiel managed to lift himself up and get out of the bed, and Dean moved with a small groan and huffed another smile. "I'm not racing you to the shower this time, you'll definitely win, you got the advantage here..." Advantage of the lack of a sore ass, not that I'm complaining. Dean's mind supplied. Castiel leaned down to Dean's ear, bending so that his ass was sticking out and he actually wiggled it as he whispered something that made Dean's eyes grow wide, that made him gasp and gawk at Castiel with a dumbstruck expression on his face.
"How about next time, you take the advantage?"