Warning: heavy M
After a night in of Chinese fried rice and chow mein, the boys left to do their own things, at first.
Castiel scurried upstairs and Dean watched that hypnotizing ass of his scuttle down the hall and turn the corner to take the stairs. He was left sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand, staring after the boy.
Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the TV and pressed the ON button. He decided on watching a horror film so that maybe Castiel would think twice about coming over again and snuggling in. Last time had been one thing, where Cas had rested his small fluffy head on Dean's bicep and let his hand rest over the blond man's inner thigh. The boy seemed to think nothing of it the whole time, gently squeezing and massaging the skin there.
A shiver ran down Dean's spine at the memory. In reality, he loved those small touches. He practically lived for the small shy glances from Castiel's direction and the slim fingers that would grasp Dean's larger ones to get his attention.
The film began and it was a typical slasher. It was a zombie infested old western. Hell yeah.
Just after the first small character role got killed off, Dean heard a small scampering of feet coming down the stairs. He turned his head instinctually to the noise and saw Castiel in another pair of boy short undies and now another one of Dean's over sized shirts.
Brows thrown up, Dean could not stress enough how good his clothes looked on Cas. Even though it was one of Dean's older, more worn tees, Castiel looked comfy and secure as he snuck in next to the blond man, snuggling under the red fluffy comforter.
"Cas—" Dean said in alarm, and the boy turned his gaze from the TV screen to Dean's face. And fuck if the man didn't just melt then and there. "This movie is a little scary; I don't know if you're going to be interested…"
The boy shrugged and smiled softly. "It's okay," he said simply. Cas was sticking to Dean like white on rice, and Dean couldn't help but kind of like it. His urge to boss the dark haired boy around waned as he slid in comfortably with the boy, watching the screen.
"You like horror?" Dean asked casually, trying not to acknowledge the soft hand on his lower belly.
"No, but I like you, so… I think I'll stay," he said sweetly, drawling circles over Dean's chest. Dean cocked a brow as he looked down at him but the boy only began giggling and curling in closer to the older man. About an hour into the film, Cas' hand had sneakily moved from the expanse from Dean's sternum to his crotch.
And of course, every movie has to have that uncomfortable sex scene.
Cas' hand found Dean's fingers and they interlaced, collecting his first two fingers around Castiel's fist and began pumping, almost absentmindedly.
The pumping went faster and then stopped at once. The two fingers slid into his mouth and he sucked hard. A low, throaty sound escaped Dean's mouth and Cas slid his eyes up to meet Dean's shocked ones as he sucked.
"Heh, you're really not as innocent as you look," Dean observed, slightly glaring at the boy who had ensnared his hand and now took another two fingers into his mouth, slobbering deliciously all over the four digits.
Castiel made his arousal known when he rubbed his boy short clad crotch against Dean's thigh and threw his head back, a high moan erupting from him.
Biting his lip as he placed a hand on Dean's lap to get their faces closer, Castiel licked his upper lip and whispered, "I'm kind of a slut, aren't I?" His wet mouth pressed against Dean's and the blond man could feel himself standing up to his utmost attention in his pants.
Dean's hot pink tongue slipped inside of Castiel's mouth and the younger boy moaned in happiness as he began to suck away at it, bobbing his head back and forth on the delicious thing.
"You're the dirtiest fucking slut," Dean told the dark haired boy who only smirked deviously in return, pressing their lips back together. He lifted Cas up and placed him on his lap, snarling into the kiss. "And you fucking know it, don't you?"
"Yes! Oh, yes," Castiel cried, feeling their erections rubbing together. The boy snaked his arms around Dean's neck and he pressed their chests together, raking his fingers through Dean's military short haircut.
"Will you do as I say?" Dean asks suddenly. Castiel hardly breaks the kiss to let out a feverish 'fuck yesss' to which Dean lifts his fingers into Cas' hair and yanks back harshly, pulling their lips apart.
Castiel snarls and it's the manliest thing Dean has ever seen on the boy. His thick pink lips drawl back and show the clenched pearly teeth. Castiel is eighteen after all. It turns Dean on to no end and he can't help but whisper, "You do not curse around me, got it boy?" He snarled then. "Once again and you'll get a nice, hard spanking."
The boy could only whimper in submission as the hold loosened and he went straight for Dean's neck only to bite and place wet kisses down his jugular.
"You want my cock?" Dean asked abruptly, hot breath hitting Cas' ear. The boy's head laden with fluffy black hair nodded. "I want you to suck me off, Cas," he spoke lower now, just a tone above being scratchy.
The boy scooted back on Dean's lap so that he was now hardly sitting on the man's knees and there was enough space for him to arch his back to press his face into Dean's crotch.
Hesitant fingers work Dean's button undone and then his zipper. Sliding the fabric briefs down with the jeans, the older man's large cock pops out, standing straight against his hard chest. A small patch of brown hair was cropped right above Dean's almost throbbing cock that Castiel noticed when he placed his hand around it carefully.
"Such a nice cock, Sir," Castiel said politely, although it was on the verge of this situation sounding like it was apart of some sort of office role-play. Not breaking their eye contact, he dipped his head down and flattened out his tongue on the underside of Dean's cock, licking from base to head and then enveloping the entire fat tip in his mouth. Dabbing his tongue out, Cas teased the slit, smirking slightly as he could see the effect he had on the man below him.
"Yeah, lick it like a lollipop," Dean encouraged, and Cas licked and sucked on the tip some more. "Mmmph, you ever done this before?"
Those deep azure eyes met Dean's and the boy slid his mouth down from the tip down the shaft, working as far as he could down his length before pulling back and letting the cock go with a small pop. "I've always had Dylan," Castiel said in that rough voice of his.
Dean's eyebrows furrowed and his fingers curled around Cas' neck and pushed him off. "Who the fuck is that?" Dean demanded and an upset (and hurt, but not like he would admit that) snarl formed on his lips.
Castiel's expression changed from that of fear to comical relief. "Dylan? Dean… Are you jealous?" he asked, licking his bottom lip.
"Tell me who the fuck he is and we'll see, Cas," Dean stated, his eyes practically slits.
A smirk formed on Cas' lips and he looked down. "Dylan is my dildo."
Dean visibly paled. He quickly covered himself by using the hand that was tight at Cas' throat and dragged him over back onto his cock, enjoying the sound of Castiel chocking slightly at the roughness of his mouth plunging on his dick. "Maybe I'll get to meet Dylan. See what he can do to you," Dean suggested, slipping his fingers down Castiel's crack and rubbing at the dry hole there.
One slick from saliva finger slipped inside and then vanished completely as Dean was up to his knuckle inside of Cas. The young man moaned heartily on the dick and only pushed down further and harder on Dean's cock.
"Fuck," Dean moaned. "Gotta get you nice and wet, boy," Dean murmured and Castiel moaned more at the harsh words.
"Please, Sir; fuck me with your fingers," Castiel said in a rough, fucked-out voice. A hard hand came down on the boy's ass in a loud slap, and Cas screamed as he jutted up, losing the cock from his mouth and ground his hips on Dean's thigh.
"What did I say about cursing?" the older man asked, leaning in and licking the shell of Castiel's ear and pressing in two more fingers at once. The boy only screamed out louder, the pain slowly seeping into pleasure as Dean's fingers fucked into him.
"S—sorry, sir," Castiel said, tears leaking from his eyes at the intense pain-pleasure imbalance.
"Why don't you sit on me now, Castiel?" Dean asked pleasantly, his hand letting go of the tight hold on the boy's neck, leaving bruises there no doubt.
Castiel pulled Dean's shirt over his head and stepped one foot out of his panties before he helped Dean slide his jeans down his thighs and rest them after his knees to allow them to sag to the floor
Dean's hands found Castiel's very prominent hips and cradled them with care, as if he were a precious antique doll. "Come on, right on my lap, Sweetheart," Dean guided the boy carefully. "So beautiful."
Castiel bit his lip as he positioned himself over Dean's dick. Their source of lube was limited to Dean's pre-cum and Castiel's spit, so it was expected to be slightly painful.
"This your first cock, Cas?" Dean asked snarkily. The boy above him blushed and didn't meet his eyes. Instead, Cas reached down and got a grasp on Dean's flushed cock and stroked it before leading it to his nicely stretched out hole.
As his head slipped in, Castiel's hand clasped on Dean shoulder and he squeezed tight. "A—auh! Dean!" he cried.
Slipping down further and further, Dean fell into a deep euphoria, the feeling of this kid clamped around his dick almost too much for him. "Better than Dylan?" Dean ground out.
"Dylan is a pencil in comparison, S—Sir! Oh fuuu—" Castiel said, catching himself and stopping. Dean was merciless with his attack. He slapped his hand hard over Castiel's left ass cheek. The boy yipped but it didn't stop there. Dean slapped him in exactly the same spot and more tears from shock and the pain of his ass getting practically ripped apart rolled out of the dark haired boy's eyes.
"Tell me in exact, vivid detail Cas. What do you want me to do?"
To Castiel, this question sounded kind of like a trick. How could he ask what he so heartily want to beg for but couldn't use any of the proper inappropriate words.
"Fucking speak, Cas," Dean growled, using his upper body strength to lift Castiel's plump ass up and down his length with no help.
"Har—harder," Castiel said squeakily.
"You try to trick people into believe you're this small, helpless, little fucking angel when you really are just a bitch in heat for my cock," Dean spoke dirtily. "Aren't you?" he asked, whispering directly into Cas' ear.
He shivered and nodded, biting his lip to keep himself from crying out obscenities and obnoxiously loud moans. "Yyyess," he groaned.
The hands on his hips started working harder and faster, slamming Castiel's ass down on his cock until he was fully sheathed. Dean pulled him all the way out and the dark haired boy whimpered, feeling so empty when the man decided to trade places with him, slamming him into the warm, comfy fabric of the sofa. "Gunna fuck you into this couch," he growled out, finding Castiel's hole again and forcefully pushing in.
Castiel cries out, drool now sloppily spraying from his lips. He lifts his hips to meet Dean's in unison, and soon enough, both boys and moaning or making their own sounds of pleasure.
"Going to make me cum, Cas? You want that?"
The boy moaned in response.
Dean slammed extra hard into him. "Speak, slut!"
"Y—yes, Dean!" he cried out as the pounding didn't end, but continued plowing did not cease. Cas lifted his arms up from behind his head to circle around Dean's neck and pull him down. Dean pressed a hard, hot kiss to the boy's lips before he lowered his lips to Castiel's nipple and tugged on the already blossomed nubs.
"I'm going to tell you when to cum, got it?" he growled out, lifting his mouth from Castiel's chest.
The younger boy nodded as if in terror. "Yes, please make me cum, Sir!"
This brought a smirk to Dean's lips and he leaned in and bit on Castiel's left nipple. The onslaught of ramming inside of him did not stop, but—if possible—increased.
Castiel slovenly allowed his tongue to escape his mouth, his breathing increased as it by double and he pushed his hips in to meet Dean's.
"I want you to cum, Castiel, now," Dean said, and his dick angled inside of him hit that special sweet spot that the boy had only achieved once or twice before. He screamed, screaming as loud as he could and didn't even need to touch his cock as it all rushed out of him and he was cumming over his naked chest.
"Shit," Dean groaned and the intense clenching of his ass made Dean cum inside of the boy.
Castiel was a hyperventilating mess over Dean's chest. His fingers scrabbled for purchase while he tried desperately to keep his eyes open.
They were both coming down from their highs, gazes locking and holding. For a long moment, Dean thought that he had forgotten to breathe. The older man didn't want to move, didn't want to do practically anything other than just watch the dark haired boy whimper and shake.
The tiredness in his electric blue eyes however broke Dean out of his trance and he saw that the boy was disoriented and exhausted.
Just looking as lost and adorable as he did in those moments, Dean wanted to tease him more.
"Time for bed, baby?" he asked, a small cocky smile on his lips.
The dark haired boy nodded, sliding off of Dean with a little wet pop. Both men moaned in unison as their slippery chests created a sweet friction.
Dean shuffled the small boy into his arms and walked him up the stairs, the both of them completely stark naked.
First things first, Dean couldn't let him go to bed all sticky and wet like he was. Naturally, the lighter haired man brought him into his bathroom with him and into his walk in shower. Castiel slumped to the tiled floor while Dean turned on the heavy spray.
"Don't fall asleep," the older reprimanded.
He stepped in only a moment later and hoisted Castiel up into his arms where he softly cradled him, willing the younger boy to stand while he cleaned him. Suds of soap filled almost every corner of the tall shower space, including each other's bodies.
Dean's tough hands guided Castiel out of the shower when the smaller boy refused to budge and turned back.
"Thank you for cleaning me, Sir," Castiel regarded politely.
The taller man sort of half smiled. "Cas, you know you don't have to—"
"Oh, but I insist," the boy said as innocently as he could as he slowly sank down to his knees before Dean, the insistent stream of water sprayed over his reddened shoulders.
Although he thought he wasn't up for it, Dean was once again surprised this evening when Castiel's lips wrapped tightly and hotly around his flushed head. Naturally, Dean tilted his skull back against the tiled wall and exhaled deeply. "Fuck, you little fucking tease…"
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