Sam is aware that Castiel is his luxury but sometimes he wonders what exactly he is to Castiel. Because Cas has called him many things, an abomination, the boy with the demon blood, a friend and a few select things when it's just the two of them, bodies pressed together in a dark cramped space. Sam prefers those words but not as much as he enjoys when Cas addresses him as Sam. It's not really the word it's the way he says it.
When Sam runs his fingers over the tight skin of Castiel's sternum the angel breaths his name out in a soft tone almost as if he's swooning. When Sam's head is buried between Castiel's thighs Sam's name is punctured out of Castiel's throat as if the angels choking on the word. When Castiel has Sam splayed out before him legs spread wide Cas says his name thoughtfully and slowly coaxing Sam to punch his hips up to meet each one of Castiel's pressure filled thrusts. When their activities have exhausted Sam and the hunter can do no more than sleep Castiel runs a hand through his hair and says his name quietly and affectionately, his lips barely parting as he speaks Sam's name.
But Castiel has never spoken his name as he is now. His voice is trembling, the deep baritone quivering along with his body as he parts his legs exposing his naked body to Sam. His hands are bound together at the wrists by a piece of rope that has Enochian sigils pressed into them. The rope then tied around the headboard. Every section of his body is hard, his nipples, his erection, his muscles but his body is lose, plaint and just ready to be well and truly utterly fucked apart. Sam's willing to indulge him just not yet. The rope was Cas's idea, it weakens the angel, stops him from healing which Sam takes full advantage of. He marks Castiel with his teeth and nails leaving long red scratch marks and blossomed pink hickeys. Each one of Sam's movements are slow and deliberate.
The hunter rolls the sleeves of his plaid shirt up before he kneels between Castiel's legs, a substantial amount of lube coating his fingers. Sam leans forward, places one hand against the headboard beside Castiel's, his other hand skittering down the angel's body leaving a glob of lubricant on Castiel's abdomen before he reaches down and past the angel's throbbing erection. He doesn't tease, just presses one finger slowly in feeling the drag of skin against that digit as he pushes it in as far as it will go. Castiel's breathe hitches, his whole chest seizing tight as he turns his face into the side of Sam's neck. Sam adds a second finger and the sounds Castiel makes are delicious, are so fucking hot it's out of this world.
"Sam...please." Cas's fingers twist around the rope binding his hands, the rough material chaffing his wrists.
"Not yet." Sam mumbles as he turns his head pressing a hard short kiss to Castiel's lips.
Sam feels his cock stiffening against his boxers and jeans, his erection a hot insistent pressure against his thigh. He presses his crotch down into Castiel's leg the denim burning against the others naked skin.
Cas needs it, needs it so terribly he's done with begging. He accentuates his quiet quick moans, breathing them right into Sam's ear. However Sam doesn't relent he simply adds another finger and quickens the pace in which he's pushing them into Castiel.
"Hmph." Cas makes a noise, a stunted little thing before he moans and the next moment his teeth have bitten into the soft flesh of Sam's neck. Ah. Just got his prostate. Sam fucks his fingers into Cas, the three large digits brushing over sensitive nerve endings. He does it faster and harder until the angel's breath comes out in short sharp stabs. And that's when the words start a confession of filthy things that cause a surge of heat to run up Cas's spine.
"Gonna fuck you hard...push your legs so far up over your head your knees'll hit the fucking headboard." Sam promises his fingers pressing and rubbing into Castiel, the angels erection dribbling thick amounts of pre come. Sam pushes his crotch into Castiel more, needing to feel that friction that he's been seeking. Even though Sam's said worse things to Castiel he still blushes cause Cas is a damn angel. But angel or not Cas prefers these words to the ones that were spoken to him when Sam was soulless. Prefers them to the flippant way Dean addresses him.
Soon enough Cas is a sweaty mess of testosterone. His breathing heavy and his cock so painfully hard he feels as if he won't survive unless he reaches orgasm.
"I want to touch you." He whispers against Sam's lips as the hunter's fingers slow. Castiel's hole feels well and truly battered from the quick movements of the others fingers but he knows he can take more, won't be happy until he gets it. He needs something thicker and hotter inside him and Sam's cock is perfect for that.
"Okay." Sam agrees removing his fingers before brushing them against the duvet, getting off all the excess lube before he removes the rope from the headboard however leaves Cas's wrists bound his hands criss-crossed over the other. Sam strips soon after his clothes dismissively thrown to the floor.
Hands still bound Castiel puts his arms over Sam's head his forearms brushing the sides of Sam's neck before he kisses him. All tongue teeth and no finesse.
Sam lays Castiel on his back using the creases of his elbows to push at Cas's inner knees, raising them up, his hands curling over the other knees before his fingers press into the others thighs. Like this Cas can't move much can only count on Sam to move for him. The pink rounded tip of Sam's cock teases up Cas's crevice before he stills, his cock barely breaching the other.
"Sam." Castiel growls impatiently causing the hunter to laugh breathlessly and damn it, it sounded more like a giggle but there's something amusing about Cas when he's gagging for it.
"Okay, okay." Sam laughs again and he's sure Castiel's about to scowl at him but before he gets the chance Sam pushes in, lets his green eyes lower so he can watch himself enter Castiel. Watch how inch by inch he's encased, stares in rapture as Castiel's entrance stretches around him. Hot and wet inside. Sam's head lowers to Castiel's chest when he's all the way inside cause ...fuck that feels good. Castiel's cock pulses against Sam's chest and remembering where he is Sam lifts his head, pulls out, catches Cas's eyes then fucks into him hard.
Castiel screams his pleasure.
After this it's a mess of tangled limbs and grabby hands.
Sam throws Castiel onto his side, moves one of the angels legs up to his shoulder where his calf rests over Sam's back. Sam fits himself between Castiel's spread legs, his cock finding the others entrance before he fucks into him again the smell of pre come overwhelming in the cheap motel room.
Cas's bound hands grip the sheets, his eyes clenched shut and his cheek pressed into the bedding. Sam kisses Castiel's knee between gasps of breath. With a slight fumbling of his hand Sam manages to grab hold of Castiel's erection giving rough sharp tugs which are completely out of sync with his thrusts but he couldn't care less. He's not sure who comes first but when he can concentrate again his thighs and groin are a mess and so is Castiel, the angel lying debauched and gasping on the bed.
Sam pulls out of him slowly, his hand gently running over Castiel's temple and through his hair before he leans over the bed reaches into his jeans pocket and locates his small knife. With swift easy movements he cuts the rope binding Castiel's hand together, watching in interest as the sigils glow a deep orange before greying over. Almost instantly all the marks Sam applied to the others body disappear. Sam doesn't pretend he's not disappointed. The marks around his wrists take a little longer to heal and Sam's not entirely sure why he does it but he leans over Cas's body and presses his lips to the inside of either wrist.
When they're both dressed Sam buttoning the last few buttons of his shirt he turns to face Cas.
"How are things in heaven?" The hunter finds himself asking because more often than not he forgets Castiel's situation entirely.
"Better." Cas replies as he looks down and fuck him if he isn't a bad liar.
"You know if you ever need our help all you gotta do is ask right?"
"Of course."
Lying again. It seems that's become a regular occurrence with Castiel but he's still terrible at it.
"I mean it. Without your help a lot of stuff could have gone to crap. The apocalypse. Trying to get me re-in-souled." Sam declares as he moves closer.
For a moment he's sure he sees something in Castiel's eyes. Guilt. Regret. Vulnerability. Fear.
"Sam I...there's something I need to tell you but I'm not entirely sure if you'd understand -."
The sound of a phone ringing cuts Cas short. It takes Sam a few seconds to realise it's his before he rushes over to retrieve it from the bedside table.
"Hello." He answers breathlessly.
Castiel exhales non too steadily, his vessels heart beating painfully because he was about to tell Sam everything was about to confess to his business with Sam's soul and purgatory and Crowley because he feels so lonely it's unbearable. He can't trust anyone and if he knew that free will and chance would have given him this he would have preferred to stay dead. But now's not the time for thoughts like that. Castiel can't think like that. Because people need him. Sam and Dean need him and as long as they do he can't think about wrong or right. He can only think about winning. No matter the cost.
Sam has an almost cheeky smile on his face as he turns to face Cas.
"Yeah sorry Dean just out getting pizza."
"It takes you a damn hour to get pizza." Castiel hears Dean's exasperated voice from the other end of the phone.
"Uhh.. yeah sorry dude."
Dean sighs before he replies.
"Whatever just be quick will ya and bring me some damn pie whiles your out." Dean hangs up and Sam says. "Sure gotta remember the pie." To himself before he pockets his phone.
Whatever slice of emotion Sam saw in Castiel's eyes is gone.
"I have to go." Castiel informs him before he disappears in a flutter of wings.
Sam blinks, grabs his coat from the bed then exits the motel room for once not bothered about the mess himself and Castiel left behind.
On the walk back from the pizzeria the only thing he can think about is that look on Cas's face. That resigned exhaustion. It was a look he'd seen in the mirror many a time before. But maybe he was just reading too much into it. I mean Cas would tell them if something was wrong... wouldn't he?
A/N - So yeah. I didn't actually intend for this fic to be more than a one shot but then my porny brain was like hey go write some smut - so i did. I don't actually know if I'm going to continue this or not or make it about something more then sex lol. Anyway review please. hope you enjoyed it.
Dolorous Doll x