Stepping out of the bathroom, Cas ties his towel around his waist a little tighter. He pops his head out the door first, briefly checking in either direction for Sam. Cas has been desperately trying to avoid him lately, cautious of the way he has been acting. Sam wouldn't do anything to hurt his brother, but finding Dean in bed with Cas really seems to have riled him. And Cas doesn't want to hear what's going through Sam's head. Instead, the angel is enjoying the eerie silence the youngest hunter is giving him.
Satisfied that Sam is nowhere to be seen, Cas lets out a little sigh of relief. He begins to stroll down the hallway, his mind still distracted. He cant stop thinking about Dean and him in the kitchen earlier. What was that? Why did that happen? How did that happen?
But that was the problem, there wasn't really any thinking involved. It was just… a natural reaction to the situation. But that makes no sense either.
His mind muddled, Cas soon arrives at his bedroom. The door barely open fully, and he comes to a holt - shocked to see Dean perched on the edge of the bed.
"Dean?" he mumbled, confused. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk, man," Dean requests, as he gets up from the bed.
The hunter slowly heads over to the angel, keeping his eyes locked on that enticing torso of his. He can feel his own breathing getting more shallow, as he watches the angel frozen still, assessing Dean's every move. Reaching him finally, Dean stands barely a milimetre away from Cas. He leans over his shoulder, whispering in his ear.
"I can still taste you, Cas," he suggestively purrs.
Cas can feel goosebumps rising fast up his back, as he nervously tightens the grip of his towel around his waist. Dean seductively scans the angel's neck, almost brushing his lips up against it. Cas sighs a little, his eyes falling shut, as he revels in the feel of Dean's breath against his skin.
But then Dean steps away, subconsciously biting his lip in anticipation. Giving Cas that irresistible smirk, he walks past the angel, and pushes shut the door. He takes a moment to hide the huge grin that has spread across his face, as he checks the door is shut fully.
Left begging for more after the intense passionate kiss in the kitchen, along with Dean's inviting look when sat on his bed, Castiel's own lust took over. As the hunter turned to face the room again, the angel thrusts himself towards him. Their lips lock instantly, as Dean smiles through their kiss. Cas is quick to find his way inside Dean's shirt, and begins stroking his hands up the hunter's chest. He traces them all across the hunter's torso, and around to his back, pulling him in closer. Finally he brings his hands back out in the open, only to help lift off Dean's shirt. The Winchester eagerly helps him, tossing his shirt to the floor. He pushes the angel forward, moving them both away from the door, arms still locked tightly around one another.
But Castiel soon picks up on this, and spins them both around. He hurls Dean onto the bed, as the hunter lets out a little laugh. He likes this side of Cas! The hunter watches on in glee, as Castiel whips off his towel, sure to memorise every little bit of the angel. Cas smirks at him, as he gets on his knees, pressing himself up against the bed. He grabs Dean's ankles, and pulls the hunter down the bed, towards him. A little surprised at the angel's strength, Dean sits himself up, resting backwards on his elbows, as he watches Cas unbutton his trousers. Those dreamy blue eyes stare right up at Dean, as the angel pulls off his trousers, quickly followed by his boxers.
Cas can't help but grin at the sight of Dean's already rock-hard cock, right in front of him. He pushes the hunter's torso flat onto the bed, as he gladly wraps his lips around it, smiling as he hears Dean moan almost instantly. Cas finds himself running his spare hand up and down the hunter's torso, as his other hand slides up and down alongside his mouth. Dean's moaning gets louder, and a few cuss words are coming out now.
"What? Does that feel good?" Cas teases, as he takes a breather for just a second.
Dean pants a little, struggling to talk with sheer pleasure. He tries to sit up a little to get a good view of the angel, but Cas pushes him back down. Castiel can see Dean's hand's begin to clutch at the duvet, as he speeds up his work. The hunter's words of pleasure become less and less recognisable, as he naturally thrusts his groin into the angel's mouth a little.
"What happens if I do this?"
Castiel twists his hand a little, as he continues to moisten his grasp with his tongue. He still can't help himself grabbing at Dean's torso as he only gets more and more turned on himself.
The hunter can't even speak. He is gripping the bedding hard around him now, biting his bottom lip, and writhing around, completely submissive to Castiel's every touch. Watching Dean's reaction, Cas can see his body beginning to shake.
"You're trembling," Castiel smirks, as he slows himself back down a little.
Dean takes a few deep breaths, as he can feel the angel's pace lessen.
"Dont… Stop…" he finally manages to mutter.
But Cas does exactly that. He slides his mouth up and down the hunter's throbbing cock one last time, slowing right down. The angel clambers onto the bed, right on top of Dean, sure to brush his hand over his slippery hard-on along the way.
"What was that?" he smiles coyly, as he holds himself a few inches from the hunter's face.
"Don't stop," Dean begs, panting.
And Castiel takes a leaf out of Dean's book, and leans a little over the hunter's shoulder.
"I'm just getting started," he whispers into Dean's ear.