Chapter 5: You're my Dream, Dean.

Without hesitation, Dean closed his mouth and the space between them. Their tongue danced as wild hands explored every inch of their toned bodies. Between their eager kisses, Cas' hand trailed down Dean's neck and lingered on his shoulder. Dean felt his skin thrumming with electricity as thin fingers nudged the neck of his bathrobe down, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of the flannel shirt; revealing a new expanse of smooth, pale skin for him to playfully dance his kisses over. Castiel brushed his perfect teeth purposely against Dean's skin and he shivered, aroused. His kisses trailed lower, just above the other man's collarbone.

"Your touch feels heavenly." Dean chuckles at his pun as he leans his head back and laces his fingers within Cas' hair.

"You have no idea." He murmured against the warm flushed skin.

With that, Dean felt Castiel's light fingers trail over to his knee a started up beneath the soft material of the bathrobe. In the process, he tickled Dean's leg's bare skin in a sensual way. Each touch is filled with attraction, filled with power, filled with disarming magic. Dean felt like a pile of goo in his arms.

He slowly moved forward on the bed and lifted his arms obediently. The robe and shirt came off helplessly over his shoulders and fell freely to the floor. Castiel's warm gaze dropped to the tattoo on Dean's chest down his abs and down the happy trail where lingered for several seconds. "That's beautiful," he said, huskily. And their eyes met again.

"You see something you like?" Dean breathed and closed in, already missing the softness of Castiel's lips on his body. Oh all those things I want to do to him.

"Yes, you're absolutely right." His eyes stared hungrily at Dean's features, as if he's really seeing them for the first time. Dean quite enjoyed seeing Castiel like this: wild, untamed and not a controlled robot like he's always been. As if he could read minds, Dean ran one of his hands down Castiel's fitting hospital gown and slid it across his crotch and the other untying it and sliding it off. Beneath the gown is just a plain t-shirt and his underwear. The light blue fabric fell to the floor like a leaf as Dean bit his bottom lip teasingly. Castiel's eyes bulged in interest. And it wasn't the only thing bulging.

"You're so sexy…" Dean said in a pained voice. And he finally moved forward and laid a sensual kiss on the nape of Castiel's neck. Cas moaned softly at the lovely sensations and splayed his fingers onto Dean's bare back. Sliding to his hips, then to his thighs, where he stroked them eagerly.

Dean separated himself from Cas and grasped at the hem of Cas' white tee. "Off—now," He demanded. Castiel grinned and released Dean's legs to pull his shirt off over his head. Holy shit. He flung it off the side of the couch and bent to hold Dean by his face, lying gentle kisses everywhere.

Dean moaned into the kiss. "Mm..."

"Maybe you should get rid of those slippers." Cas suggested.

He kicked off his shoes.

Castiel felt the bed dip as Dean straddled him and slid his hands up his bare chest, grasped him behind the neck, and pulling him in. Their lips clashed in a heated, chaotic kiss, involving tongue, loving bites and ragged breathing. Dean pinched Castiel's hardened nipples and he felt any of his leftover self-control slip away.

Cas hooked his fingers in Dean's waistband. His jeans, which hung low on his waist, came unbuttoned beneath his quick fingers. He laughed low in his throat as Cas urgently tugged them down, pushing them off his legs with his feet. Naked but for black boxers that made him look alluring.

Dean pushed Castiel roughly onto the bed they flattened themselves in yet another loving kiss. Castiel sighed, drunk on the intoxicating scent of his aftershave.

"Dean….."

"Angel, shh, you have no idea what you're dealing with here." he murmured into Cas' hair—it sounded like a warning. Cas felt him grin against his neck, and his underwear was ripped off and quickly tossed over the edge of the bed.

"I was actually quite fond of those boxers!" Cas protested through kisses.

"Well be prepared," Dean growled. "I sense a lot of boxer-ripping in your future."

Dean pushed Cas' dark hair out of his blue eyes and kissed him again. His index finger trailing a line of rippling pleasure between his pecs , down the abs, and to Cas' crotch. He felt his hand closing tightly around his already hard member and began stroking in slow motion. Cas melted right there, in Dean's arms. He thrusted his hips into Dean's large warm hand, and moaned softly to fuel his desire. When Cas opened his eyes, blue ringed irises burning with a lust. Bingo, Dean thought, and snapped forward to capture his lips in a hot, heavy kiss.

Biting his bottom lip, Cas tugged Dean's boxers down and pushed them off, not even bothering to ask for permission—they knew they were both feeling the same urgent desire, and they'd missed so many good chances, no way are they going to let this precious moment slip again. Once more, Dean grabbed hold of his member and slid his hand up and down the shaft. Cas released a growl deep in his throat, and smiled against his lips.

Panting heavily, Dean asked him to sit on the edge of the bed while he kneeled in front.

"Be prepared." Dean said as he looked through his lashes and lowered his mouth, just inches away from his member. And gently blew on it.

"My God…" Dean heard him whimper under his breath. And carefully, he began circling the head with the tip of his tongue, and then took him in completely, hands pumping the parts he couldn't reach with his mouth. Dean's got to admit it: he's goddamn big.

"Oh…my god…Dean…" Castiel growled through gritted teeth and leaned his head back, rocking his hips back and forth. "You're…. perfect."

Dean sucked on it even harder, around and around his tongue circled and was well rewarded when Castiel's member twitched under his hot touches. Dean could feel the wetness began to gather on the tip of his member.

Then suddenly something pulled Dean up, taking him out of his mouth. To Dean's surprise, it was Castiel, his eyes burning with lust, panting, he roughly threw Dean onto the bed and crashed on top of him. Dean could feel their erected members slipping against each other as they grasped wildly for one another.

"Oh, I've waited for this moment." Castiel looked awed as he admired Dean beneath the dim lamplight.

They aligned themselves, and slowly, Cas submersed himself in Dean, their bodies heaving simultaneously. Dean buried his head into Cas' shoulder to keep from yelling out, and he gave a low groan, reacting to the blissful feeling of finally having Cas inside him. Their bodies fitted perfectly together like two pieces of puzzle. There was pain but that was soon flooded over by waves of pleasure, ecstasy as they began grinding together.

"Dean…" Cas moaned, tightening his grip. His arms threaded under Dean's and hooked around his shoulders—a hold on him that satisfied the control Cas wanted over his body. Sex with Dean had been a trial and error experience at first, as they worked together to find the perfect way. And soon, the strange feeling turned into pure, pure pleasure and Cas again and again thrusted deep inside. Desire to feel pleasure overrode Dean's senses as his sweet spot was hit perfectly with each rhythmic movement.

He held Dean with one arm, the other braced against the pillow as he hovered over, clear eyes slicing into Dean's. Dean struggled for eye contact, for every one of his nerve endings was screaming in ecstasy. He buried his head inside the soft pillow and gripped the clean bed sheet for support. He'd love to be tipping his head back, closing his eyes, and feel the rough yet ecstatic sensation of Castiel's expert moves. But he knew Cas would enjoy it more if he could see Dean's eyes.

Dean bit his lip as he held Cas' gaze, a whimper forcing itself out between his teeth. He was good, and he knew it especially when went in for a victory kiss, intensifying their passion.

"Baby…you…are…amazing…" Cas panted against him as their dance quickened even more.

Dean's legs tightened around Cas' waist at the peak of his pleasure as he felt this incredible fullness in his member. He could barely hold it back. The bed rocked into the wall, and Dean realized that he'd thrusted an arm out, grasping for something to curl his fingers around. Unfortunately he'd misjudged his place on the bed, and instead of grasping the bedpost, his hand hit the nightstand, knocking the lamp onto the floor. Dean's fingers groped around wildly and brushed against the cool leather cover of his book as white stars exploded behind his eyelids, and he screamed Cas' name a final time before his body went limp beneath his. Cas soon followed, collapsing on top as their stomach heaved in unison.

The world spun around them as they lied together in silence, bodies intertwined. And Castiel leaned over and whispered dreamily against Dean's ear, "Don't ever change."

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