Castiel made breakfast as he waited for Balthazar to wake up and come down. Sean had already left for school, and it was the nurse's day off, so Castiel didn't expect him down early.

When he did come out of the bedroom, stretching his back and yawning, Cas set out the breakfast spread.

Baltahzar ran a hand through his hair as he sat down. "It looks delicious, darling."

he sat down and picked up his cup of coffee. "yeah, thanks. Figured…"

he glanced sideways as he added several teaspoons of sugar to his tea. "Well, I appreciate it." he said simply, not pushing at the intentions.

"any plans for the day?"

He stirred his tea. "I doubt it. Perhaps go back to bed." he smirked. "Perhaps some snogging."

Cas nodded, frowning in thought.

Balthazar took a long swig of tea and then set the cup down to pick up his buttered toast. "Has something come up with Sean?"

"What? no."

"Mm...is it Eve then?"

"No? Why would it be eve?"

"You have something on your mind, and unless you want me to call Meg and have her get it out of you…"

"I want to have sex with you."

Balthazar inhaled sharply and promptly choked on his bite of toast. He set the rest of the slice down as he started coughing.

Castiel winced and reached over to pound his boyfriend on his back.

He waved him off and finally managed to clear his lungs. He sat back, wiping the tears from his eyes. "...alright. Not that I'm not flattered by the proposition, darling – but you told me you were asexual." it was half a question and half a statement.

"I am. I think. Maybe grey ace? I don't know – ive been doing some reading…" he admitted, a little pink.

"Reading is good." Balthazar said sincerely, reaching over and taking Cas' hand.

"But you aren't ace."

"No. I'm not. But I can also take care of myself." he said firmly. "Sex does not necessarily make or break a relationship."

Cas frowned. "I know that. But…"

"I'm not Eve. We can never have sex and I will still love you." he promised.

"I know. And….and im not sure I want you to touch me but...I'd really like to touch you." he sighed and scrubbed his free hand over his face. "I want….I want to please you – I like doing that. And….you don't touch me. I just-" he glanced over at Balthazar and realised his boyfriend was very, very interested in the proposition.

Balthazar chuckled. "So you just want me to lie back and think of England?" he kissed Cas' hand. "I think I can manage that. In fact…" he got up and left the kitchen for a moment.

Castiel blinked when he came back with a pair of padded handcuffs. "What are those-"

"Call it a hunch but….I think you would like me tied down and at your mercy." he set the cuffs on the table and sat down to eat again.

"I do not want you at my mercy – I want to please you."

"Oh trust me. This would please me very much." he looked at Cas with eyes darkened with arousal.

He nodded slowly and picked up the cuffs to look them over curiously. "So...we need a safeword then?"

"It would be a good idea. For both of us. I have always used the colour system – if something isn't broken don't fix it."

"Colour system – red for stop, yellow for slow, green for enthusiastic consent." he recited.

"Someone has been reading." he smirked.

He blushed again.

"Did you have anything in mind?"

"I just want to touch you. I….read up on anal play and wanted to try fingering."

"You're cute when you're embarrassed." Balthazar leaned over and kissed him. "I am at your disposal whenever you are ready."

"….after breakfast?"

He breathed in with anticipation. "if I eat faster…."

"Don't choke." he said, sipping his coffee.

He chuckled again, and settled back in his chair to eat.

When breakfast was done and the table cleared, Castiel opened the dishwasher. "Go get on the bed." he told Balthazar. "keep your clothes on."

he nodded and tried not to look too eager as he left the kitchen.

Castiel took his time rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. He was nervous. This was his first time with a man, and also the first time in charge. He belatedly wondered if he should have Balthazar uncuffed so when he was aroused enough he could take charge like Eve did. That was the way it had always gone...what if Balthazar didn't like what Cas did?

He breathed in and closed the dishwasher. It was the same type of body as his own – if anything, it should be easier to please him than it had been to please Eve.

And Balthazar certainly looked excited.

He left the kitchen, wandering down the hall to the bedroom.

Balthazar had already cuffed himself to the headboard and was lying on the bed. He was still fully dressed, and he lifted his head to look at Cas when he entered the room. He didn't say anything, just arched an eyebrow.

Cas stepped out of his slippers and came to sit on the bed beside his boyfriend. His slid his hand over the soft t shirt Balthazar wore, and felt his stomach rise and fall with quickened breaths. He slid his hand up his chest until he felt nipples under the fabric.

Balthazar was breathing quickly, and he kept his eyes on Castiel.

Castiel glanced up quickly, and went back to following his hands as they traced lightly over the soft fabric. He rolled a hard nipple inbetween his fingers and Balthazar's breathing stuttered. Cas glanced up at the sound of the cuffs rattling against the headboard, but his boyfriend had only twisted his hands around to clutch at the bars. "Yellow?" he guessed.

"Green. Green." he said in a rough voice.

"Oh." he nodded and reached down. He pulled the hem of the t-shirt up, rolling it until it sat under Balthazar's chin. He looked over the expanse of white skin, and ran light fingers down over the hair leading down into his sweats.

Balthazar shivered and tensed.

"Good?"

"Still green." he got out.

Castiel studied Balthazar's chest. He traced over the few scars on the skin, and probed the lines of defined muscles. He traced the lines of the navel until they reached the waistband of the sweats, and noted with some satisfaction that there was a growing bulge under the cover of the trousers.

Trailing his hands back up his torso, he traced little circles around Balthazar's hard nipples. He rolled one in between his fingers, and leaned down to suck the other into his mouth.

Balthazar gasped and arched up involuntarily.

Cas frowned. "Stay still." he said without thinking.

He whined, falling flat back on the bed.

He'd already fucked up. "Oh, oh I'm sorry – I didn't mean-" He reached for the cuffs, to undo them – to maybe try another day.

"Green - green." Balthazar promised in an almost shaking voice.

Castiel looked up in surprise, and met his boyfriend's almost black eyes. "Eve wouldn't…"

"I'm not eve. And she's an idiot anyway." he huffed, getting himself slightly under control.

"Oh."

"And I'd rather we not talk about your cheating ex-wife when you're doing your best to render me satisfied...so if we can get back to the foreplay?" he asked hopefully, wriggling a little.

Castiel half smiled before bending over and licking a circle around the closer nipple. He let his teeth gently scrape across the pebbled surface, and listened to Balthazar pant above him. He flicked the other nipple with his nail and Balthazar whined again.

He didn't move though, and Castiel could feel him almost trembling with the effort to not arch up into his mouth.

"Such a good boy." he said, feeling a little awkward, and expecting Balthazar to laugh at his attempt. Instead, his boyfriend just moaned and twisted his hands in their cuffs.

"Thank you sir." Balthazar murmured, looking more than a little dazed.

The look in his boyfriend's face, and that little honorific left a growing pool of heat in Castiel's own stomach. This was….Balthazar was right as usual: he definitely liked this. He got up, ignoring Balthazar's whimper of disappointment as he stopped touching him; and he swung his leg over his boyfriends, straddling his hips.

Balthazar was nearly shaking with the effort it to to not buck his hips up into Cas' and chase an orgasm.

Cas slid a hand up his chest and leaned down. Shifting his weight, he could feel Balthazar's hard cock beneath him, and his boyfriend moaned long. Cas kissed him, swallowing the sound.

Balthazar's kiss was more hesitant than usual. In normal circumstances, he was more than willing to take the lead in snogging – but here? Now the circumstances were different and he was very very obviously willing to let Castiel lead.

Cas bit at his lip and kissed him hard enough to bruise. Reaching down, he started twisting and pulling at a nipple again as he started sucking a hickey into Balthazar's throat.

"Oh god…." he moaned. "Please…."

"Please?"

Balthazar couldn't seem to think. His pupils were blown almost all of the way out with lust, and he couldn't seem to figure out what he wanted. He whined again, pulling on the cuffs.

Cas hesitated, and then shifted his weight again, purposefully grinding against Balt's cock. "This?"

His breathing stuttered. "What-whatever you want. Sir."

Oh. Oh that was going to be addicting. "I might never let you out of bed after this." He murmured, sliding down to bite at the nipple he had been playing with. "Might just keep you tied up so I can play with you whenever I want."

He whimpered. "Please."

"You make such pretty noises." No wonder Eve had always topped: this was the best kind of drug. He nipped at the skin around the nipple, and Balthazar made a strangled sound.

"….still good?"

It took a moment, but Balthazar was able to answer: "Still green. Please…"

Castiel was surprised at how into this his boyfriend was. He had always assumed he'd be a top – had assumed that he would be the same in bed as he was during making out. Hed be all 'darling' and flirting and promises of more, but this… Castiel wasn't even undressed for this. He didn't have to do anything he didn't want to – had the suspicion this would only work as long as he didn't do anything he didn't want to. He knew he needed to read more. He knew he wanted to do this again. Watching Balthazar be so undone and yet so trusting….

Balthazar was panting in between moans, and he tossed his head back and forth as Castiel took turns playing with and worrying his nipples.

"So hot, Balthazar...so perfect."

"Please, please-"

"Please what?"

"I don't...I don't know. I don't…"

Cas would have to ask him later when he was coherent if there was something he could do better, but for now… He ground his hips down on Balthazar's erection again and was rewarded with the sound of his name being sobbed out.

He dug his blunt nails into Balt's shoulder and dragged it down his chest, leaving four red lines in the white skin. He gently traced the red lines and then made a matching set down the other side of his chest. "You're so good." Cas praised, and watched him nearly melt into a puddle. He laughed a little, relaxing himself and kneading Balthazar's pecs. He shifted his weight to stretch out a cramp in his calf, and Balthazar tensed with the effort not to move.

"Oh god. Gods please….whatever – whatever you want, please." he begged with a whimper.

Cas leaned down to bite at his lip and kiss him deeply, shifting his weight on purpose.

He got off Balthazar, who keened in need and disappointment. "Hush. Im just trying something else." He grabbed the waistband of Balthazar's sweats and boxers, and pulled them down. His boyfriend tried to help by moving his legs to pull them out of the clothes, but he was disoriented and more of a hindrance than a help.

Balthazars erection sprang free of the waistband as it was pulled down, and it bobbed in the air, red and throbbing.

When Castiel got the trousers off, he came back to the bed and nudged his boyfriends legs open. He knelt between them, reaching out to trace the thick vein that ran on the underside of his shaft.

His hips bucked before he could control himself. "Sorry – I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Castiel promised. "You're perfect." he said, on a hunch.

As expected, Balthazar's cock jumped at the praise, and he melted into the bed again.

He smiled and traced the veins on the shaft experimentally. Balthazar whimpered at each touch, and kept twisting his hands in the cuffs that held him to the bed. Castiel slid one hand down to lift and stroke Balthazar's balls, while the other kneaded the closest thigh.

Precum leaked out of the cock, and Castiel dipped a finger in it.

Balthazar shuddered. "Anything, please – just...please-"

Cas dipped his head and sucked the liquid off the head of Balt's cock.

He keened and arched a little up to follow Cas' mouth as he pulled back in distaste.

"That was gross…" he muttered.

"Please. I can't. Please." he stuttered.

He reached out and wrapped a hand around the cock, stroking it experimentally.

Balthazar's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned with pleasure. "Oh gods yes...yes please….thank you...god sir!"

Castiel suddenly pulled his hand back. "Oh fuck, I almost forgot…"

He whimpered and opened his eyes to look for Cas. "What-?"

he shifted and leaned down to look at the angle for Balt's hole. He shifted a leg, and then the other; and his boyfriend whined as he ignored the weeping cock.

After a moment of looking and muttering, Balthazar got a hold of himself to ask a properly worded question. "hey. What do you need, darling?" his voice was rough as if he had been screaming in pleasure.

"Uh…" he was pink and he scratched his head. "I wanted to finger you but...the logistics…"

Balthazar blinked as it took a moment to understand what the problem was. He chuckled fondly. "You could have just asked - I put the lube on the bedside table." He winced as he closed his legs and rolled over onto his stomach. He crossed his hands at the wrists so the cuffs didn't have to be undone, and he got his knees under him. He presented his ass to Castiel and wiggled with anticipation and invitation. "Well. Get on with it, darling." he rested his head on his forearms and tried to ignore his still heavy erection swinging under his stomach.

Castiel frowned at his wording and rested a hand on his lower back. "hey. We can stop if you need to, if this isn't good – I mean, I barely know what I'm doing anyway-"

"What?!" he twisted his head to look back at Cas, his eyes still glazed with lust. "No. No please – unless you-? What's your colour? We can stop if you need to." He started to roll back onto his back.

"No, I'm fine – I'm green." he amended. "You're...really enjoying this?"

Balthazar frowned slightly. "Castiel Novak. I admit I don't know how you are in the bedroom outside of this experience but I am not a masochist. If I don't like something, I will not push myself through it. Please. Believe me when I say that I am enthusiastically enjoying this. Now. You mentioned fingering. If you aren't tired of getting nothing back, I am very much looking forward to it."

Castiel relaxed again. "I'm getting plenty out of this." he promised, reaching between Balthazar's legs to give his cock a few quick tugs.

The reaction was almost immediate as he moaned loud with pleasure and bucked helplessly into Cas' hand.

He reached for the lube bottle and poured some over his other hand. He poured some down over Balthazar's crack and reached out to swirl some of the liquid over the rim of his ass.

Balthazar shivered, torn between pulling away and pushing back into the touch.

He carefully pressed one finger into his ass, surprised at how easily it slid in.

he moaned. "Gods please...more, please. Anything. Please." he kept a steady litany of disjointed pleas.

Castiel twisted his finger inside Balthazar, being extra careful to slowly stretch out his ass. As he moved his finger around, he felt inside for something – not sure what it would feel like. He had tried to find it in himself, but the angle had been too difficult and he had gotten grossed out. He had to admit it was a completely different situation with someone so vocally enjoying his touch.

He knew he found the prostate when Balthazar's whole body seized up and he whined in that high sound Castiel realised was just pure pleasure that was almost too much for him to handle. He kept stretching out his ass, making sure to make regular passes over that bundle of nerves that was making Balthazar moan loud enough to generate noise complaints for the landlord.

He lubed up a second finger, to make sure it would slide in easily, and pressed it in beside the first.

Balthazar sobbed and clutched his pillow, and castiel stilled. "Still good?"

he nodded when he processed the words. "y-yeah. Green. Please. More."

He rubbed balthazar's thigh as he pressed the two fingers in up to the knuckle. "You're so good for me. So perfect."

His cock jumped again, and Castiel grimaced as he realised there was quickly becoming a puddle underneath Balthazar. Curious, he ran a hand down the back of the shaft as he pressed against the prostate from the inside.

Balthazar gave a strangled scream.

"Can you cum without your dick being touched?" he asked, curious as he scissored his fingers in his ass.

"I don't...i haven't before sir. Please. Its so good. I don't."

"Okay. Just feel, let me handle it." he said gently. He didn't touch Balthazar's cock again, just pressed against his prostate and massaged it.

"good...oh god." he moaned. "so good. Please. Please sir I need...i need…"

"You're so good for me." Castiel watched as his cock throbbed. "You're so good. You beg so prettily." he praised, pressing down on Balthazar's back to hold him still as he tried to pull away from the persistant pressure against his prostate.

Balthazar was sobbing in a high wail from the pleasure rushing through him. He submitted to Castiel's touch, letting himself be pushed further.

"You're so pretty like this, so debauched." he said softly, still pressing against his prostate. "I should just keep you like this, on edge forever. I should just keep you like this – maybe get a vibe and press it against this little bundle of nerves."

Balthazar's cock was jumping with each sentence, and he grasped for anything to clutch onto with his hands. His body was tightening as his orgasm got closer. "Please, I can't I-"

"Just feel. You will cum. You will do as you are told and be a good boy-" he broke off as Balthazar came with a strangled scream, convulsing beneath his hands. Castiel kept massaging his prostate until his cock softened and he started pulling away and whimpering in pain rather than pleasure.

He pulled his fingers out of his ass and gently let him fall over onto his side. Balthazar was red with fading arousal, and tears leaked out of his eyes. Small spasms still ran through his body, but he was limp on the bed.

Cas got up and went to the bathroom to get a washcloth and a glass of water. He came back and set the water on the bedside table. "Hey. Still good?" he asked gently, starting to undo the cuffs.

Balthazar just whined and reached for him.

"give me a moment – I've got to clean you up." he rolled Balthazar onto his back and started wiping his skin down, wiping away the cum and lube.

Balthazar winced in overstimulation. "ow…." he mumbled, sounding dazed still. He pried open an eye and tried to sit up.

"Here." he lifted the water. "Drink some, then I'll get you under the blankets."

"Stay?" he asked, almost as if he expected to be turned down.

"Of course. You were better than I could have ever expected." He said again, brushing Balthazar's hair back from his face.

He smiled softly. "you too?"

"Yeah, I'm good." he tugged the dirty coverlet out from beneath Balthazar and threw it on the ground. He got another blanket from the closet and threw it over Balthazar before climbing into the bed beside him and pulling him close.

"I can suck you off." Balthazar offered sleepily.

"No." he said firmly. "I'm good, thanks."