All in the Name of Pleasure

Thankfully Castiel lives close by or Dean doesn't think he would have made it. By the time he pulls up in front of Castiel's apartment he's already soaked through both pairs of underwear and his pants. His limbs have gone back to being sluggish and his mind is slowly starting to blank out. By now his inner omega has found its voice again screaming at him to hurry the fuck up and get to his alpha already.

He stumbles his way into the elevator ignoring the looks from others along the way. He doesn't need the extra attention. There's only one thing on repeat in his mind right now, and he just needs to get there.

Alpha. Mate. Home.

He gets off on the seventh floor; dragging himself down the hallway to the front of Castiel's door. He throws his whole body against it, because he really can't stay up much longer. Getting here was exhausting enough.

He brings his hand up with great effort to knock weakly on the door.

"Cas?...Alpha?"

Dean calls breathlessly. He wants to be annoyed with how needy he sounds, but he knows it's uncontrollable this far into his heat.

Dr. Novak had been right. It's a miracle he made it all the way to Castiel's apartment before the suppressants wore off. It was clear as day that somewhere on the seventh floor someone was going into a rut. The closer he'd gotten to Castiel's apartment the harder Castiel's natural scent hit him. At this point his omega senses are practically vibrating with excitement. His heart beating loud like drums directly into his ears.

It's only a few seconds later before the door flies open. The motion is so fast Dean falls straight inside with all his luggage. A giant thud sound hits the ground with him and Dean realizes he'd landed directly on top of his alpha. He gasps realizing Castiel feels hot, sturdy, and entirely naked underneath him.

...Jesus Christ…

Castiel thinks as he quite literally gets knocked to the floor with Dean tumbling ungracefully into his arms smelling so deliciously sweet. Cherries, apple pie, and old leather invades his nostrils causing his body to shudder. A moan slipping from his lips as his dick jumping in recognition of his omega.

"Dean?"

Cas's voice coming out thick, needy, and overused.

Fuck that's hot!

Dean thinks. He instantly has to refrain from touching himself after hearing his alpha's voice. Suddenly he feels Castiel's big hands come down to steady his restless body on top of him.

Dean pulls back to look at his alpha. Holding his breath and whimpering as he takes in his alpha's current state. Everything seems to move in slow motion when their eyes meet. Dean slowly trails his gaze over the alpha; cataloging every detail.

And holy crap-Dean's gonna have a fucking heart attack!

Everything he'd been thinking of to say to the alpha just flies straight out of his mind because Cas looks just like sex on legs.

His dark hair is in the most epic bedhead Dean has ever seen! His usual bright blue eyes are swallowed up by the darkness of his dilated pupils. His lips are chapped, his face is slightly flushed, and his breathing is labored. His eyes move from Castiel's face to his naked body. Scanning and tracing all the skin he can find. Miles of moonlight skin and toned muscles on display. His still covering most of his alpha, but he can still feel him...All of him. He definitely doesn't need his brain to know what's poking him in the ass right now.

"Oh my god-Cas!"

Dean feels a huge wave of desire pulse through his entire body causing him to rub his thighs together. It's a feeble attempt to keep his arousal for the alpha at bay, but he can't help it. His inner omega begging him to bend over the nearest sturdy surface and present.

Despite the outburst and current predicament, Dean's body refuses to move away. His instincts telling him to stay exactly where he is.

He bites his bottom lip as another wave of slick gushes from his ass. His body readily responding to the presence of his true alpha. Who's still underneath him butt-freakin'-naked, smelling absolutely amazing, and is staring up at him like he's some type of God. There's no way Russell (or anyone else) ever once provoked such a reaction from him.

"Omega."

Dean has Castiel nearly speechless. His eyes haven't left Dean's body since he fell on top of him. His inner alpha leering at his omega being in the same sexually frustrated state. He enjoys watching Dean's slimmer frame wiggle restlessly on top of him, because Dean's hips are only a few motions away from the right rhythm against where he needs it the most. His mind slowly going blank at the smell of his omega's arousal saturating the air.

Castiel grunts leaning forward to nip on Dean's ear.

Dean briefly enjoys watching Castiel's pupils dilate, before feeling his alpha's lips against his ear. He flushes deeper when Castiel suddenly takes a giant inhale against his neck. His nose skimming territorially alongside Dean's rapidly increasing pulse point. A small moan slips from Castiel's lips just as his eyelids flutter closed. His entire body shudders and Dean feels the massive alpha cock against the cleft of his ass jump once more in excitement.

Dean hums and licks his dry lips as he categorizes in his head how Castiel seems to respond to his own scent. It makes him briefly wonder what he smells like to his alpha to provoke such a strong reaction. He doesn't get to think about it for long though. By now that deliciously dark, musky and undeniable scent, that can only come from an alpha, is starting to infiltrate his own coherent thought.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Screams his inner omega as Castiel's rut scent practically attacks him now that the door has opened. Dean instantly takes in giant wiffs of the smell. His mouth falling open and his nostrils flaring desperately trying to breath in the smell of rainstorms mixed with smaller hints of vanilla. His mouth watering as multiple small whimpers emits from his throat.

"Oh god...Alpha."

Dean purrs snuggling his face deep into Castiel's neck where the scent is the strongest. Dean's inner omega preening; practically rolling over and purring. He can smell his alpha's increasing arousal. He can hear the harsh grunts and ragged panting. He can feel the throbbing against his swollen ass.

"Omega-Dean, what are you doing here?"

Castiel finally manages to ask after a moment of collecting himself. The words tumbling out fast and his voice is raw but Dean understands him anyway.

"Long story," Dean says briefly wondering why Dr. Novak never explained the situation to her son personally after he'd left the clinic. "We scent imprinted, Alpha."

Dean informs pulling back from Castiel's neck to look at his alpha's face. He has to hold his breath when he's met with stormy dark blue eyes staring back at him with an intensity that causes goosebumps to break out on his skin. He whimpers out of pure sexual frustration.

He wants him. He needs his alpha now! Because fuck-that predatory look forming in Castiel's eyes has Dean melting faster than a popsicle on a summer day.

His alpha looks feral. He looks ready. It's all just a matter of time before Dean can't take it anymore.

Castiel's deep blue eyes seem to sharpen their attention on him, like they always do when he's in Dean's presence. His nostrils flare and his fingers dig just a little more harshly into Dean's sides. Dean's inner omega mewling under the manhandling. His empty hole clenching and throbbing as if excited about getting a response from his alpha.

Castiel takes the moment to look away from Dean's full lips to actually process what he's said. Of course he'd already known about the scent imprinting from the phone call to his mother, but he doesn't know how Dean knows.

Does it matter? Mate him. Breed him. Own him. Now. His inner alpha says.

"W-what do you wanna do about it?"

The most important question falling from Castiel's lips almost automatically while in his haste to push away his territorial thoughts. He's growling watching Dean's green eyes darken to that emerald color he knows they get when he's aroused. He can feel Dean deliberately rocking his hips against his now in slow enticing little circles. A small pink tongue drags against Dean's lower lip as he stares down hungrily at his alpha.

That casual omega sensuality has Castiel's inner alpha reeling. Dean will never know just how much restraint it requires to hold himself back even on a daily basis, but this-this is a whole new level. It's on a level Castiel doesn't think he can actually win-and God help him because he's trying.

"Oh I'm sure we can think of something, Alpha."

Dean purrs glancing down at Castiel's chapped lips. All his omega brain can really think about is touching the alpha more. He needs to get closer. The relief of rubbing his hips against his alpha is only temporary. It's doing nothing to stop the itchiness of his skin or the emptiness he feels deep inside.

Castiel gulps. His throat dry as he faces the pure want in Dean's eyes. His inner alpha screaming at him to stop stalling and take him already.

Dean leans forward until his wet lips brush against Castiel's ear, reveling when the alpha punches out a puff of air.

"I need you to mate me, Alpha."

Dean whispers seductively, licking along the shell of Castiel's ear just as Castiel had done when he first greeted him at the door only moments ago. When Castiel's scent spikes Dean feels himself slowly surrendering to his inner omega's desires. The scent fogging up his head. He trails his left hand into Cas's messy hair tugging softly at the scalp like a message, as his right hand trails down Castiel's bare chest appreciatively.

Fuck. He's such a tease. Castiel thinks, shaking his head trying to clear his thoughts from the filthy things he's starting to think about. His body feels like its on fire. Dean easily igniting his inner desires. He feels so good! He smells so good! Everything about him in driving me insane: Castiel thinks biting his lower lip as he struggles not to succumb just yet.

Dean immediately shifts so he's straddling more of his alpha. They both grunt in unison when Dean's weight settles comfortably on top of Castiel's boner. The smell of both their arousal permeates the entire apartment. It feels stuffy as if the enclosed space of the apartment is suddenly way too small. They both can't resist it. They scent-imprinted after all. Dean knows this, yet he can see that small sliver of apprehension holding steady in Castiel's gaze. He's still hesitating.

Dean is about to question Cas's uncertainty when Castiel suddenly says:

"I-I can't do this!"

Castiel's voice full of panic. He can barely think, but he knows he can't allow himself to take advantage of Dean again. Not this time. He has to control himself. They needed to have an actual discussion before just jumping straight into a mating. It doesn't matter if they scent imprinted. It doesn't matter how long he's wanted this.

He'd be damned if he ended up biting Dean and taking his whole future away because of this one moment of lack of self-restraint. Bonding is for a lifetime. He can't be responsible for something like that! He'd tare himself apart with guilt if it turns out to not be what Dean truly wants by the end of this.

"Why the hell not?" Dean demands somewhat irritated given their predicament. "Actually- it doesn't matter." Dean mutters before reaching out to take hold of Castiel's shaft.

His alpha gasps as his entire body jolts to attention. His mouth falling open immediately.

"Ughh!''

Castiel hunches over shuddering. His body incredibly sensitive given his rut induced state. Being in the presence of his lifetime desires doesn't help either. His head falls weightlessly against Dean's shoulder as he seems to lose all strength in holding up his body.

"D-Dean..don't," Castiel stutters through gritted teeth.

"You don't understand how much I need you right now," Dean's tone is assertive and slightly offended as he speaks.

Castiel turns his head to look at Dean, dumbfounded, as if he's never seen Dean before. Dean doesn't stop. He refuses to do anything that would jeopardize the direction this is heading towards. He will go through with this mating if it's the last thing he'll ever do!

It's now or never- Dean thinks before taking a breath.

"I've run from this. I've hid my feelings my whole life for this. Hell, I've even tried replacing this," Dean states ignoring the level of emotion pouring out from him causing his voice to raise, "But nothing or no one comes close to whatever the fuck type of connection we have together, Cas. Can't you see that!? Can't you tell how much I want you, Alpha?" Dean asks searching Castiel's shocked face for his own answer.

What the hell?...A confession?...From Dean?

Castiel is stunned into silence. His mind is in overload. Too many things are happening at once. The pressure. The shock. His body still straining to simply focus as Dean doesn't stop talking nor does he stop moving his hand lazily against Castiel's erection. Just as he had done mercilessly the night before.

"...So about that confession I never said the other night…"

Dean continues suddenly turning bashful; glancing away from his alpha's face. He can smell that his alpha is still in shock by his confessions. It makes him feel slightly embarrassed and vulnerable to be under this type of attention, but Cas is the type of person where everything has to be completely spelled out for him to understand. It's a trait Dean always thought was annoying and secretly adorable (especially when he tilts his head or squints his eyes).

Castiel can smell Dean's nervousness. He's biting his lip to restrain form moaning at how good it feels to be back in Dean's hands again. He tries to focus on the adorable blush that covers the freckles on the bridge of his omega's nose as he continues to talk.

"Being friends with you isn't enough Cas," Dean finally whispers, falling closer towards the alpha until Dean's in his ear, "I've wanted more for a long time."

Castiel heart drops at the final confession. A million thoughts and emotions going through his mind as he tries to take in how Dean seems to have always felt about him. A great majority of him is simply relieved that Dean feels the same as he does. He's angry at himself for never trying to confess sooner. He's happy that the awkward situation from last night has brought them together. But most of all he's really fucking horny right now. Especially with Dean's smaller omega hand still gripping the base of his dick.

"Bedroom. Now." Castiel demands unintentionally using his alpha voice.

For a moment Dean doesn't register what he means, but when he does he's scrambling to get to his feet.

"Hell yes!"

Dean leans forward to capture Castiel's chapped pink lips. He needs something. Anything to take his focus away from the pulsing, needy, feeling low in his gut.

Castiel tilts his head effectively dominating the kiss while standing onto his feet. He quickly gathers the omega back into his arms so that Dean can wrap his legs around his solid hips. His hands situate onto the back of Dean's thighs as he kicks the front door of his apartment closed.

On the way to Cas's bedroom they both tug at Dean's clothing in between kisses. They bump and knock over multiple items, but don't stop in their pursuit of the bedroom. Dean's down to only his underwear when they get in front of Castiel's room. Castiel sets Dean down on the bed before closing the bedroom door.

It's designed in an contemporary modern fashion like Dean's own dorm room. The decent sized room is a complete mess inside. Stacks of paper are everywhere. Sheets are thrown onto the floor and clothes liter the ground in piles. The room is completely dark from the drawn curtains and the space is completely encased with Castiel's scent. Dean whimpers at the overwhelming smell as a huge cramp hits his stomach. He dubs over ungracefully as he holds onto his stomach.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Cas asks worriedly rushing over to his omega.

Dean grunts as the painful wave passes. With his alpha standing directly in front of him; he realizes that he can fully examine his alpha now.

Castiel has broad shoulders, visible pecs, and chiseled abs from years of soccer and track practice. Dean's eyes trail lower following the happy trail of dark hair leading to Castiel's carefully pronounced pelvic bones. His alpha cock standing straight up, proud, and angry red. It's the biggest Dean has ever seen-if he's comparing it to porn-but most importantly it's all his. He bites his lips watching the cock twitch; no doubt from his attention to it.

God, he wants that. He wants it in his mouth. He wants it inside. It doesn't fucking matter-he wants it everywhere.

"It's nothing," Dean mutters pulling a still worried Castiel onto the bed with him, until he's hovering over him. "Come here, Alpha."

Castiel glances down at Dean before leaning for a kiss. Dean meets him halfway just as eager. He shimmies out of his remaining boxers and Castiel throws them off somewhere already forgotten inside the room.

His alpha pulls back panting. Dean licks his lips as his stormy blue eyes skim over his newly nude frame.

Dean is better than any fantasy he's ever had. Vulnerable green eyes, messy dirty blond hair, smooth hairless skin layered in sweat, narrow hips, and slim muscled thighs and calves. His eyes stray to the smaller omega cock leaking and straining for attention. He groans at the enticing display before leaning forward and capturing the appendage into his mouth. The need to taste his omega simply overwhelming him now after waiting so long.

"Uhh! Alpha-"

Dean moans throwing his head back as the sudden sensation of his cock in his alphas mouth washes over him.

Castiel feels Dean's hands lock into the strands of his hair as Dean's thighs do the same to his head. He hums around the throbbing appendage before licking long stripes against the weeping slit enjoying the breathless sounds emmitting from his omega.

"Oh god-Cas!"

Dean tosses and turns his head repeatedly trying to bury his mouth into the nearby pillows. His small shaking hands tugging insistently at Cas's hair as the vibrations from his alpha's mouth make him lose his mind. The familiar coiling feeling stirs deep in his gut as Dean tries not to bite his bottom lip off.

Good. So good.

He's waited so long already- his body feeling burdened with the need to surrender itself entirely to this feeling. His thighs begin to quake as Castiel holds down his bucking hips before swallowing deeper around his dick. His alpha's throat constricting as his giant hands pet Dean's sensitive inner thighs as if softly encouraging him to go over the edge.

"Alpha!"

Dean nearly screams when he feels his alpha's fingers slide from his smooth, wet thighs to his puckered rim; already loose and swollen with need. Castiel lets Dean's shaft fall from between his lips with a lewd popping sound. Drool trailing the swollen pink mouth as he slowly parts Dean's legs further; spreading both cheeks.

Dean had never felt so comfortable being this exposed, but his thoughts go out window when Castiel replaces his fingers with his tongue.

"You taste just as good as you smell," Castiel comments against Dean causing the omega to slick straight on his tongue.

"God, Cas-stop talking!"

Dean flushes not really meaning it. The roughness of his alpha's voice only turning him on more.

Castiel looks up from his position in between Dean's spread legs. A predatory twinkle shines brightly in his eyes as a slow grin spreads across his handsome face. Dean gulps because its almost as if he knows what that voice does to him. The return of that predatory look n his alpha has the smaller hairs on his body sticking up.

"Is that how you talk to your alpha?"

Cas asks playfully. Before Dean can respond, Castiel grabs hold of Dean's dick, pumping expertly. Twisting at the base and running the pad of his thumb against the slit. Dean yelps squirming against the pleasure, his body thrown into a slow burn-but Castiel doesn't let him get away.

"Cum for me, beautiful."

Castiel mutters before diving back in with more vigor; greedily licking up all Dean's erupting slick until he cums harshly on his alpha's tongue.

"...Holy shit..."

Dean mutters throwing an arm over his face. He's panting with sweat coating every inch of his body. His limbs feel numb as the orgasm only leaves him craving for more.

"Turn over."

Castiel instructs ushering Dean into position. He's still dizzy from the orgasm. He moves lethargically. His body not yet coming down from it's elated state.

Next thing Dean knows he's face down into the mattress with his ass up on full display. The perfect presenting position. Anticipation coursing through both their veins. They both know what's coming next. They both want it.

Castiel takes a moment to appreciate Dean's body underneath him. His dick throbbing with the need to be inside already. His head is pounding. He succumbs to his inner desires as he hungrily watches Dean's slick slide down his parted thighs. His mouth watering at the sight and the sweetness of the smell. His alpha knot starting to fill out at the image.

Beautiful. There's nothing Castiel doesn't love about Dean. Nothing he would ever dream of changing. It's like Dean was handcrafted just for him. He knows he'd never need anything more than this.

Dean huffs and gives a little impatient wiggle of his ass. Castiel smiles fondly even though Dean can't see it. He gets into position behind him as Dean reaches back to swipe a hand to capture his own lubricate. He then grabs hold of Castiel's throbbing shaft coating his entire essence with it before guiding it to his leaking entrance.

"Take me already, alpha" Dean whispers looking back over his shoulders into stormy blue eyes. Castiel feels his heart skip as his hips twitch forward.

Castiel doesn't need to be told twice! He places small kisses against Dean's skin before plunging into Dean's warmth.

"Sonofabitch!"

Dean groans, because he's stretched. Castiel is as big as he looks. He whines as Castiel pushes into him stretching his insides around his alpha cock until he bottoms out.

"Oh God, Dean." Castiel mutters brokenly behind him, his voice wrecked and hoarse. "You're so-" Dean smirks as he cuts off his alpha's train of thought when he tests his inner muscles around his length. Castiel grunts harshly and Dean glances back to to see his alpha is hunched over him with one hand gripping harshly at his ass as the other is pressed against the bedroom wall. His alpha's face scrunched in deep concentration.

The sight makes Dean want to cum. Again.

The feeling of finally being one is indescribable. They both take a moment to compose themselves before Castiel pulls back out to thrust forward.

Dean reaches a hand out to find purchase against the ruined bed sheets. He stuffs his face with it because he can still smell his alpha's previous spend on it from before he came knocking on his door. The remaining aroma making his body automatically relax. He lets himself go; humming and moaning in approval.

Castiel feels like he's been electrocuted. He can feel the blood leaving his head to start the raging fire deep in his loins. Dean's dripping hole gripping him tighter and tighter as if restricting him from pulling all the way out. His dick completely soaked in Dean's slick. The pleasure having him nearly incoherent. Dean's lush body in his hands as his takes handfuls of blond strands and pulls Dean's head back to silence his omega's cries with loud kisses.

Wet sounds and slapping skin can be heard in the room along with a heavy odor of sex in the air. "Oh god", "harder" and grunting emits from both their mouths as they move together like one body possessed.

Dean lets his alpha's cock slip out only to push Castiel down on the mattress and straddles his hips. He stares passionately into Cas's eyes as he sinks back on his alpha's cock. His walls giving way to his alpha's size willingly. Dean throws his head back easily overwhelmed by the deeper angle.

"f-fuck, Cas. You're so big…"

"I-Ahhh!"

Castiel's mouth drops open as Dean's hips begin to move once more. His toes curling as the sensations take over his body. His sweaty palms digging into Dean's thighs to guide the fluid movements of Dean's hips. Both of them canting their hips forward at just the right angle.

"Please, Cas! Don't stop!"

Castiel thrusts upwards, plunging deeper and deeper inside of Dean as Dean's pace picks up desperately. He can feel his alpha's knot forming each time he takes Cas back inside. Both of their balls drawing up from increased sexual tension. Their interlocked hands squeezing together as their ragged pants get louder, the air gets heavier, and the sweat drips down their skin.

"Oh God, Alpha. Touch me," Dean begs tossing his head back against the pleasure. Dick throbbing as it's rubbed between their moving bodies.

"N-Not yet. I'll come," Cas huffs before capturing Dean's lips into a series of filthy open mouth kisses. The tongues sliding together in their mouths.

Slick pouring out of Dean's ass making lubrication and movement between them easy. He whines sliding a hand down to touch himself. Cas pulls back from their kisses; eyes glinting and a small devious grin on his lips. Dean bites his lip staring at his extremely sexy alpha with pleading eyes. Castiel easily smacks Dean's wandering hand away before it can reach where he needs it the most. Then his alpha flips them into a new position.

Dean groans in frustration as his body bends to his alpha's will. His legs are easily thrown over Castiel's shoulders to achieve the ultimate depth. His alpha is so deep he can feel the tip of his alpha's cock kissing the inside of his womb.

Castiel takes Dean's hands pulling them above his head as he continues pumping his hips, angling right on Dean's prostate.

"Cas! Cas!"

Dean feels it coming like a avalanche in his gut. His head tossing from side to side as his hands squeeze in Castiel's grip. His ass clenching around the hardened length inside of him.

Castiel leans into Dean's neck dosing up on Dean's aroused scent. He can feel Dean's walls coaxing the precum out of him.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Goes through Castiel's head as his hips continue jerking and grinding harder into Dean. He licks and hums in satisfaction against his omega's skin.

Before Dean knows it one of Castiel's hand wraps around his hot twitching dick and it's like his body fires off. Multiple things happen at once. His back bows as his jaw drops into the perfect 'o' shape. Cum splattering between both their chests. His nails dig into Castiel's skin. His toes curl and his eyes rolling back as his body ruptures. Everything's exploding in white light and he feels weightless like he's floating on air. A ringing sound loud in his ears.

"Nnugh-Dean!"

Castiel feels his body lockup as Dean cums around him. His heart nearly jumping out of chest as he watches Dean cum. He feels Dean's walls convulsing around him' pulling him back inside. His knot instantly popping into place as his omega's hot slick smears onto him.

Dean's legs lock around his waist as his alpha canines grow to full length. Underneath him his omega instinctively presents his neck to take the mating mark. Castiel dips his head to bite at the skin. He forces himself not to break Dean's scent gland just yet. Instead he leaves a bright red hickey where his mate mark would have gone.

Dean cries out as Castiel's teeth pierce his skin. The pleasure throwing him into a second orgasm. His arms wrapped around his alphas neck as he tries to hang on.

Castiel huffs afterwards; maneuvering them into a more comfortable position. Neither one of them saying a word as a blissful silence becomes them. Dean is moved until he's back on top of his alpha. His cum still splattered on both their chests. His alpha still inside him with his knot firmly in place.

Dean swipes a hand in his own cum until it coats his fingers before raising it to his alpha's lips. Cas parts his lips to suck greedily on his omega's fingertips, licking obscenely trying to get every last drop. Dean lazily slides his other hand down until he gently cups Castiel's sensitive drawn up balls. The touch sparking another orgasm from his alpha immediately.

"Dean!"

"Yes Cas?"

Dean asks mostly playfully as he slides his gaze from Cas's lips to his eyes. Castiel blinks lazily. Dean grins down at his alpha's blissed-out face. He can completely relate.

"I know you confessed to me, but what does this all mean, Dean?" Castiel asks nervously after a moment of silence. He wants to be proud that he hadn't given in to biting Dean's scent gland and mating them for life, but he also wants Dean to be sure of his feelings for him.

"It means I'm yours, Cas" Dean says poking at Castiel's chest. "And you're definitely mine."

Castiel blushes. He bites his lip to try to keep a goofy smile from appearing on his face. He couldn't be happier. Dean grins knowingly before dipping down to lick against Castiel's scent gland.

"You were supposed to bite me, alpha."

"Is that what you want?"

Castiel asks skimming Dean's face for any signs of disingenuous. Dean frowns crossing his arms defensively over his chest.

"Yes Cas. I thought I made myself clear."

"Oh you did. I was waiting for a little more enthusiasm," Castiel smirks rubbing lovingly at Dean's thighs comfortably straddling his hips. That predatory grin returning onto his alpha's handsome face. Dean rolls his eyes fondly knowing Cas is playing with him now.

"You're not getting any more than that outta me."

"Oh I beg to differ, Dean."

Castiel grins thrusting upwards into Dean relishing in the sharp gasp that emits from his omega's throat.

"Dammit Cas! Stop cheating."

Castiel just grins flipping them over and ravishes Dean all over again. This time biting his neck when Dean orgasms on his dick, begging and completely untouched.

Fin.