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Warnings: Bottom Castiel, Rimming, Rough Sex. Spanking. Sex Toys, Dirty Talk, Slurs, Light Dom/sub, Submissive Castiel, Dominant Dean, Barebacking, Bottoming from the Top, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex
Hands in his hair, messing it even further than it normally was, Castiel watched his laptop screen for the umpteenth time in the past week. Two weeks. Two weeks was all it took for Dean Winchester to break out of prison after leaving Castiel's office when he had told him he would be "out soon". Castiel wished he had listened to him and believed what Dean was actually capable of because now he was staring down the barrel of termination all because Dean Winchester managed to walk out of his prison. A prison that had a reputation of no breakouts in its term of operation that was now ruined thanks to one Dean Winchester.
Castiel growled as he watched the footage one more time, pissed at his guards for being so careless and ignorant, pissed at Dean Winchester for being so arrogant and cunning but most of all, he was pissed at himself. He was the one that would cop the blame for letting an inmate escape and rightly so. If it hadn't been for him, Dean Winchester would have been in a maximum security prison weeks ago but he had let his feelings get in the way and he had been beating himself up over it ever since he got the phone call Dean had escaped. Dean had manipulated him like he had everyone else in his life. He had used Castiel's weakness against him to ensure he could stay at Castiel's prison long enough that he could plan and execute his escape. The Warden slapped himself on the forehead once again for the millionth for being so fucking stupid in letting Dean do this to him. He fought back the tears in his eyes as he watched again for any clues as to how Dean had outwitted them all.
It was obvious Dean had planned it out weeks in advance given how he was wearing a guard's uniform he had stashed in a hidden compartment in his cell. How he had got the uniform was a mystery in itself but in prison there were ways of getting just about anything as long as you had the leverage. Dean was feared in the prison by just about everyone leaving him in the position to demand whatever he liked.
Castiel forced himself to watch the screen in front of him as Dean waltzed out of the prison as if he belonged there. Not one guard had suspected a thing as Dean walked past them, pickpocketing a new guard, by the name of Inias, for his key card. What had stumped him the most was that the guards had not recognised him. Sure Dean had disguised his face with a fake beard but it was glaringly obvious it was Dean, or maybe it was because Castiel had spent so much time with Dean, that whatever state of appearance he was in, he would recognise him in an instant.
The Warden sighed and buried his face in his hands, berating himself for being so stupid. Tears burned in his eyes at the prospect of losing everything he had worked for and for what? A prisoner who ended up using and manipulating him into escaping, consequently leaving him broken and possibly unemployed?
When a knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts, Castiel wiped away his unshed tears and called out for them to enter.
"Balthazar," Castiel greeted his Head Guard and most trusted employee, "What is it?"
"I just came to see how you're doing. No one has seen or heard from you since it happened."
"I'm just going over the footage again to see if there's anything we missed," Castiel replied as he looked at his screen again, distracting himself from the conversation. The last thing he needed was for his Head Guard to notice how badly it was affecting him.
"Cassie," Balthazar whispered, "This isn't good for you. You need to let it go and allow the authorities do their job. If there's something that we need to know they will tell us."
"Let it go?" Castiel growled. "An inmate escaped on my watch! How am I expected to let that go? My job is on the line here all because this bastard managed to outwit everyone and waltzed out of here like he owned the place!"
Balthazar was by his side in an instant and pulled him out of his chair. His hands were strong where they gripped at his biceps as he searched Castiel's face to force eye contact.
"This is not your fault," he reasoned. "This was the work of a criminal that should have never been sent to our prison in the first place. Now, what you're going to do is go home and sleep. I don't want to see you again until you've had at least eight hours sleep."
"Balthazar, I can't just leave," he started to protest only to be cut off.
"You can and you will. Now go." Balthazar turned him and pushed him towards the door without another word. Castiel tried to turn and look back but Balthazar's grip was strong and he lost the will to fight. He grabbed his coat, slipped it on his shoulders and headed to his car where he drove home in a daze, his mind on nothing but Dean.
When he finally pulled into his driveway, he had no recollection of the drive. He knew it was extremely dangerous being so distracted but he thanked the powers that be that nothing disastrous occurred and that no one was hurt by his unfocused mind. Castiel sighed as he climbed out of his car, shutting the door behind him and trudged up the path to his front door. He hated his house. It was cold and unwelcoming with no one else but him living there. He dreamed of the day when he would come home to the smell of dinner cooking wafting through the house and the sounds of squealing and giggling children echoing the halls. One day, when he arrived home, his kids would meet him at the door hugging his legs as they peered up at him with huge happy faces that their papa was home. He would pick them up and hug them close, kissing the tops of their heads as he listened to their adventures, interacting with them with as much enthusiasm that they had, as they told him about their days. It was a farfetched dream but he wished that he could have that with Dean. Even though the man was a criminal, Castiel knew he would be the perfect father and lover.
Once he finally entered his house, Castiel hung up his coat on the hook by the door and placed his keys in the bowl. He ran his hand through his hair as he moved through the house towards his kitchen not bothering to turn on the lights. When he reached the kitchen, he headed straight to the fridge to inspect what he had inside. Of course after hardly spending anytime at home in the past few weeks Castiel had nothing in his fridge but a six pack of beer and left over cartons of Chinese food. When he sniffed the cartons, his nose crinkled in disgust forcing him to throw out the old food. His hand ran through his hair with a sigh reaching for a beer as he decided he wasn't that hungry anyway.
He popped the cap and threw it in the general vicinity of the trash can before he took a long drag. It hit the spot and he let out a satisfied 'ah' as he stepped away from the fridge and shut the door. As he turned, a shadow caught the corner of his eye and he whipped around with speed to investigate.
"Hello?" he called out as he stepped toward the kitchen counter, put his beer down and picked up a knife from the wooden block. He didn't want to take any chances. "Is someone there?"
When he was greeted with nothing but silence, Castiel stepped carefully towards the direction of the shadow, the knife in his hand hidden behind his back. Castiel approached the door that headed into the hallway with hesitance his hand gripped to the knife as tight as he could. He reached the archway and placed his hand on the wooden jamb before he slowly leant out and peered down the empty hallway. "Hello?" he called out again but was once again not greeted with a reply. He stepped into the hallway and headed towards his bedroom where he saw something move behind the cracked door. His heart was beating hard in his chest and he could hear nothing but the blood pumping through his ears as he inched closer and closer to the door.
With a shaky hand, Castiel reached for the door and pushed it open so he could see inside. Before he could react, someone pulled him inside and spun him so he was pressed up against the wall of his bedroom, their grip painful on the arm that was holding the knife.
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice spoke, "What do we have here, Warden?" Castiel could do nothing but relent his grip on the knife when his arm was wrenched painfully, letting it fall to the floor. With the knife gone, the intruder let Castiel go and stepped away from him. Castiel took a deep breath and turned as he rubbed his arm the man had assaulted. His suspicions as to who the stranger was were confirmed as he raised his gaze to the person before him.
"What-How-Why," he stuttered unable to express all the thoughts that were racing through his mind. Before any of them actually came to mind, he was overtaken by anger as he looked at Dean; the man who had been the source of all the misery he had experienced in the last week after his escape. It had been an emotional roller-coaster to say the least and now that Dean was in front of him, he felt a surge of anger flow through him.
He launched at Dean, pounding his fists into his solid chest. "You fucking asshole!" he shouted as he continued to hit him. "You used me, manipulated me into getting what you wanted! You fucking escaped my prison making me look like a fucking buffoon and now you have the nerve to come into my house! Fuck you, you fucking asshole!" he shouted as he continued to hit Dean. It took him a while, but he eventually noticed Dean was making no attempt to stop him only letting him continue to hit him before Castiel's arms grew too tired to continue. His fists rested on Dean's chest as he panted and it was then that Castiel realised he was crying. Tears streamed down his face as he buried his face into Dean's t-shirt crying his eyes out but still calling him an asshole through the sobs.
Dean's arms wrapped around him as he continued to sob and for that brief moment of time, Castiel forgot about his responsibilities to turn this man in, forgot about how this man had used him for his own gain and just took comfort in the strong, warm arms that were wrapped around him.
"Shh, Sweetheart. I know, I know," Dean soothed with a hand in his hair and a kiss to the crown of his head. "Just let it out baby."
The words brought Castiel out of his trance and he pushed against Dean's chest trying to get the man away from him.
"No!" he screamed, "You do not get to just come in here and act like everything is okay! It's not Dean! My job is on the line because of you! I have the authorities breathing down my neck watching me to see if I made a single mistake that led to you escaping. How long do you think it will be before they look in to how many times you caused trouble and I did nothing but send you to the hole when really I should've called for your transfer?" Castiel wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt as he backed away from Dean shaking his head. "I can't do this Dean. You need to leave because if you stay I will call the authorities and you will be dragged off back to prison. I've already put my career in enough jeopardy without adding 'harbouring a fugitive' to the list." Castiel pulled out his cellphone from his slacks as he pointed to the door. He dialled the number of the FBI agent that had taken the case but before he could press call, Dean's hand was gripped onto his wrist.
"Now, now, Cas," Dean cooed, "You think I'm going to risk my freedom for just anybody?" Castiel looked at Dean with hard eyes not believing a word that was coming out of Dean's mouth. "You and I both know that you are not going to be calling anybody. You need me just as much as I need you."
Castiel shook his head at Dean's words not wanting to believe him. He didn't need Dean. Dean was a manipulator and couldn't be trusted. But even though his mind was adamant, his body betrayed him. Dean's hand removed the cellphone from his grasp, turned it off, and put it on the dresser nearby. He stepped back into Castiel's personal space before he leant in and nosed at his neck. Castiel couldn't stop the shiver at the touch. He had dreamt of this moment on the lonely nights he spent in bed. Of Dean being in his bedroom taking him apart like he had done in his office so many times before.
"Dean," he breathed as Dean's hands came up to his waist and untucked his shirt from his slacks. Calloused hands played with the skin under his shirt and Castiel couldn't stop himself from leaning into the touch. He hated how Dean could do this to him. Leave him wanting and needing to be touched, to be held by this man, to be taken apart and put back together. It drove him crazy how he had grown addicted to their meetings when Dean had caused trouble and it was true he had stood and watched Dean in the yard and thought of ways he could have Dean in his office whenever he wanted him to. Castiel's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Dean started to press kisses into his neck while his hands moved to unbutton his shirt. He couldn't put up a fight to stop him even if he tried because he wanted it, needed it.
"I've missed you, baby," Dean breathed into his skin as he undid the final button and slipped his shirt off his shoulders to let it fall to the floor. "Three weeks is far too long."
Castiel could do nothing but nod helpless as Dean kissed down his torso, stopping at his nipples to work them over with his teeth and tongue. He sighed into the sensation and pushed his torso towards Dean's mouth, eager for more. He could feel Dean smirk against his skin as he shifted to the other side while his hands worked at the fly of Castiel's slacks. With his pants undone, Dean dropped to his knees and pulled the offending clothing down his legs letting his erection bob free. Castiel hissed as the cool air hit his heated member but was soon distracted by Dean guiding him out of his shoes and socks before he removed his pants and boxers from his legs. It wasn't the first time Castiel was stood completely bare to a fully clothed Dean but it was the first time he didn't feel afraid of someone walking in at any moment.
When he finally reopened his eyes, it was to look down at Dean who was staring at his body unashamed of his staring as if he was committing every inch of Castiel's body to memory. His hands were gentle as they reached out to slowly trace his hip bones, his ribs, his thighs. It was torture to have the man on his knees in front of him, touching him everywhere but where he wanted him to touch.
"Do you have any idea how perfect you are? God Cas, you're so fucking sexy. You have no idea what you do to me." Dean's words washed over Castiel and made him feel tingly all over. He wasn't ashamed at how Dean's words left him proud of his body and weak at the knees. "Always so responsive," Dean teased as he leant forward and kissed at the part where thigh met groin.
"Please," Castiel begged, his hands helpless at his sides, knowing he wasn't allowed to touch but itching to reach out and run his hands through Dean's soft locks.
Dean grinned up at him and it had sparks shooting through Castiel at the sight. "Yeah Cas, I know. Come on, on the bed baby," Dean instructed with a smack to his bare ass. Castiel whined at the order but obeyed as he pulled away from Dean and moved towards the bed. He laid himself out with his head in the pillows and spread his legs in invitation for Dean to settle between them. "Such a good little slut," Dean purred from where he was stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes devouring the sight before him hungrily. Castiel shivered under the gaze wanting nothing more than the man before him to cover him with his body and fuck him into tomorrow. Just for tonight, he would forget about his responsibilities and give himself over to Dean. He would give Dean a head start tomorrow but he would call the authorities. He didn't want to be in more trouble than he already was by letting this man stay in his home.
After too long a time, Dean crawled onto the bed and up Castiel's body so they were face to face. Dean was so close to him and it took everything within him to not surge up and take Dean's lips between his own and kiss him with everything he had. Dean must have seen his want in his eyes because he did it for him. Dean's lips were upon his own in a moment kissing him like his life depended on it. His tongue entered Castiel's mouth when he opened up to him, eagerly letting Dean do as he pleased. Castiel sucked on Dean's tongue when he could, twisting his own around the invading muscle never wanting the kiss to end.
Blindly, Castiel reached for the bedside drawers where he kept his supply of lube for the lonely nights when all he had for company were the memories of Dean's hands, tongue, and cock. Dean pulled away at the sound of the drawer opening and Castiel wasn't ashamed of the sound he let out the loss. He watched as Dean looked curiously over at what he was doing before he smirked when Castiel pulled the bottle of lube free.
"Well this has to be a first," Dean said his voice husky and utterly sexy. "In a bed and we have lube. Maybe I should have escaped sooner," he joked. Castiel glared up at Dean when he looked back at his face and stopped smiling immediately. "Too soon?" he asked. Castiel rolled his eyes at the question and Dean knew to just let it drop. When Dean inspected the bottle and noticed it half empty, Castiel couldn't help but blush. "You been playing with yourself, baby?" Dean purred as he nosed at Castiel's neck before he nibbled at his ear lobe. "All alone in this big bed of yours with only your toys and your hand for company? Do you think about me when you do it? How hard I fucked you over your desk? Mmm I bet you do. Get yourself all worked up and teetering over the edge just thinking about me fucking you." Castiel let out a loud groan at Dean's words unable to stop his hips as they bucked up into Dean.
"Please, Dean," he begged. "I need it. Need you to fuck me."
"I know baby, I know," Dean soothed as he shifted himself to kneel between Castiel's legs. Castiel watched through half lidded eyes as Dean clicked open the cap of the lube and coated his hands in the gooey substance. He spread his legs wider for Dean before he decided to move again, putting his hands under his knees and bringing them to his chest, unashamed at how exposed he was. "Fuck," Dean cursed once Castiel was settled, "Now you really are spread out like whore."
"Dean," Castiel whined fed up with all the teasing.
"Alright, alright," Dean lulled. "I'll give you what you need baby."
When slick fingers slid between his cheeks, Castiel couldn't hold back the gasp that morphed into a chocked moan as a thick finger slipped inside. He held on tight to his legs as he tried not to fuck down on the intruding digit. It was torturous how slow Dean was working him over completely different to how they had previously done it. Normally it was rushed and hurried with the prospect of time over their heads but here, they could take their time and he just knew Dean was going to do just that.
Dean's body covered his own, pushing his legs closer into his chest. If Castiel hadn't have been flexible, it would have no doubt been painful. But like this, Castiel could see Dean's face as he fucked him with one of his digits. It wasn't enough, it was never enough until Dean's cock was buried balls deep inside of him but he knew soon that would be the reality and the thought of Dean being inside him would tie him over.
When another digit joined the first, Castiel sighed at the familiar feeling. He loved how deep Dean's fingers could get. How right they felt inside him filling him up and stretching him wide. He panted through his teeth as the urge to fuck down became unbearable but he couldn't take more of Dean's teasing and he knew Dean wouldn't like it if he started to fuck back. Instead, he let himself enjoy what Dean was giving him, the feeling of Dean's digits stroking his inner walls getting deeper than his own ever could.
A spark up his spine jolted Castiel's body when Dean's fingers touched the bundle of nerves inside him and he couldn't stop himself from arching his back and crying out in ecstasy. Dean continued his massaging of his prostate and Castiel was on the verge of tears at the sensation. His cock made its need known pulsing between his legs and spurting pre-cum over his abdomen. It took everything within him to hold himself from orgasm and he ached to just let himself go but once again he knew Dean wouldn't like that. He gritted his teeth as tears streamed down his face, his whole body tense from the ministrations of Dean's fingers. It was ecstasy and agony all at once as Dean's fingers continued to drive him wild. Castiel's own hands gripped tighter to his legs trying and failing to keep himself still.
Suddenly, Dean's fingers were gone and Castiel let out a low whine at the loss. His eyes sprung open to search out Dean and the reason why he stopped. He hadn't realised Dean's face had been so close to his, too caught up in the pleasure that was crawling under his skin but now, with his eyes open, he could see right into Dean's beautiful green eyes, see the desire and arousal deep inside them as he gazed down at Castiel.
"Where's your toys?" Dean rumbled clearly affected by what was happening as much as Castiel was.
Confused for a moment, Castiel stared up at Dean's face for answers before he realised and rasped out a reply, his voice hoarse from his cries, "The drawer."
Dean moved as soon as the words left Castiel's lips searching through Castiel's toy drawer for something. If it had been anyone else, Castiel would have been embarrassed but after telling Dean on one of his 'visits' to the Warden's office about his vast collection of dildos, vibrators, plugs, and some other toys, he wasn't. Dean had told him how he loved the idea of Castiel at home playing with himself using a bunch of toys, fantasising about him and asked him to bring his favourite ones into work with him so Dean could play with him. It had been nerve wracking to say the least but it fuelled his spank bank for a lifetime having Dean use his own toys on him.
An agonisingly long time later, Dean returned and covered Castiel's body with his own once more and kissed him hard. Castiel was so caught up in the kiss that he didn't notice where Dean's hands were before he felt a pressure at the base of his cock. He pulled away with a gasp and looked down his body only to see his suspicions confirmed. Dean had put a cock ring on him. When he returned his gaze to Dean's face it was to see him smirking down at him.
"Can't have you coming early now can we baby?" Dean smiled at him. Castiel shook his head in reply. "Good boy," Dean praised sending warmth through Castiel's body. "Now, where were we?" Dean said before his two fingers slid back inside Castiel's body, jabbing his prostate in the process. Castiel's head threw back into the pillows as Dean continued before his eyes flung open at the feeling of wet heat enclosing over his cock. He glanced down only to groan at the sight of Dean looking up at him, his lips wrapped around Castiel's cock, all the while, his fingers fucking Castiel vigorously.
"Oh God, Dean," Castiel cried out. "Please Dean, I need- I need you to-" He was cut off by a loud keen as Dean sunk down lower on his cock until his head was hitting the back of Dean's throat. "Fuck," Castiel cried out unable to process what feeling was better, the fingers in his ass punishing his prostate or the tongue and lips working over his cock. When a third finger slipped inside his ass, Castiel was nigh on losing it. His body was wound so tight with pleasure as Dean took him apart that he knew if Dean hadn't have put the cock ring on, he would have come at least twice already.
With a wet pop, Dean popped off his cock, his fingers slipping free as he moved away from Castiel. Castiel stared at him in confusion before he realised that Dean was still fully clothed. It was weird to see Dean in clothes other than the standard orange jumpsuit but now that he had laid eyes on Dean in civilian clothes, he didn't want to see him in anything else. Dean was utterly irresistible in tight jeans that hugged his bow legs and a black tee that hugged his muscles. During his three year prison stint, Dean had spent a great deal amount of his recreation time working out and Castiel couldn't help but admire the sight. When Dean removed his shirt, Castiel licked his lips at Dean's naked, toned torso. It was all hard lines covered in a variety of tattoos but the one that caught his attention the most of the one on his left pectoral. Dean had explained how he and his brother had matching ones and Castiel couldn't help his curiosity as to why they got them. It was torture being able to see but not touch and Castiel couldn't help but whine as Dean slowly divested himself of his jeans and boxers. Once naked, Dean took himself in hand and slowly stroked himself as he gazed at Castiel.
"You have no fucking clue how hot you look right now. God Cas, do you see what you do to me?" Dean said as he held his dick out for Castiel to look at. His mouth watered at the sight of Dean's hard cock leaking as he stroked it. "How bad do you want it baby?" Dean purred. Castiel so badly wanted to just fling himself at Dean, push him to the ground and take what he wanted but Dean was bigger than him and would be able to overpower him before he made his life hell so instead he played Dean's game.
"Dean, I-please, just fuck me. I want it so bad Dean. It's all I think about when I'm here at night. I use my toys but they're not the same, Dean. Dean please, God fuck me hard. Just fuck my ass until I can't breathe anymore. Use me Dean, please I need it so bad." Castiel tried to present himself from his position, curling around more to show Dean his stretched hole. He knew he had done a good job when he heard Dean's groan.
The mattress shifted under Dean's weight as he crawled up the bed and touched Castiel's thighs. Castiel shivered in anticipation once again as Dean leant forward and pressed his cock against his hole. One hard thrust later, Dean was buried balls deep inside Castiel, leaving the man breathless by the surprise entry.
"Mmm feels good don't it baby," Dean purred as he shifted his hips minutely so Castiel could feel every inch of him. His eyelids fluttered at the sensation. Dean was gifted in his girth and length and Castiel had always been grateful for it, being the size queen that he was. Dean's hands were on his legs forcing them to wrap around his waist which left Castiel's hands free to grip the sheets.
With Dean's hands on his hips, Dean started his thrusts, slow and deep. The pace started agonisingly slow and pleas for Dean to fuck him harder fell from Castiel's lips but they fell on deaf ears. Dean continued to do his own thing oblivious to how Castiel wanted to be fucked and it drove him crazy. He wanted to be used, left completely wrecked but Dean wasn't going to let him off so easy.
"Love you like this Cas, begging to be fucked. Look so fucking good. If I had it my way, I'd have you hanging off my cock every damn day." Castiel groaned at the thought of being like this every day. He knew it was just a pipe dream, that it could never be a reality, but how he wanted it so badly.
Dean's pace increased, fucking him hard enough that Castiel was finally gasping for air. His thrusts were brutal, his grip on his hips tight, and Castiel couldn't get enough of it. His cock was begging for release, enough so that it had turned painful but he didn't care, he just never wanted Dean to stop fucking him.
Abruptly, Dean pulled out of him and Castiel sobbed at the loss. Dean's hands forced him to unravel his legs from his waist before he gripped him by the hips and flipped him over.
"Hands and knees," Dean instructed and Castiel scrambled to comply. Once settled, Dean slapped him on the ass, hard enough for Castiel to let out a hiss which earned him another slap to the other side. Six more slaps were dealt to his ass which caused further tears to fall from his eyes. His cock was aching between his legs and he took a glance at it to see it turning purple, needing release.
"Dean, please," he pleaded.
"Okay baby," Dean said before he pulled Castiel's cheeks apart and slid back inside him. "Let me hear you, Cas."
"Oh fuck," Castiel cried out as Dean slid deeper than he was before, the new angle meaning his prostate was brushed every thrust. "God Dean, I can't- I need- Please." He was a writhing mess under Dean unable to form any coherent thoughts as Dean continued to pound into him. The only sounds that came out from that moment on were grunts and cries for more. All he could think of was Dean's thick cock in his ass and how it was driving him to the edge of insanity with the need to come. Castiel was almost at the point where he was going to rip the cock ring off himself and come, when Dean pulled out of him once again. "No, Dean, please, I need you to-"
"Shh," Dean shushed. "You're gonna ride me now, Cas so I can see you come apart above me. Show me how much you want it."
As soon as Dean was on his back, Castiel was straddling his lap and sinking down on his cock. Dean was smirking up at him the entire time but Castiel didn't care, all he cared about was his need to come. He braced his hands on Dean's chest, dug his nails in hard to his pectorals which earned a hiss from Dean. Dean's hands gripped his ass as he started to move. He rocked his hips minutely to test out the movement before he decided to really move. He raised himself up on his knees before he slammed back down onto Dean's cock with a groan. He moved his hands off of Dean and gripped the headboard for leverage as he continued to rise and impale himself on Dean.
"Fuck yeah, Cas," Dean breathed beneath him. "Ride that cock baby."
Castiel threw his head back as he moved completely overwhelmed before he remembered he couldn't come. He opened his eyes and looked down at Dean with what he hoped was his best pleading look.
"Dean, I need to come. Please, uh, please, ah, let me, oh, come."
In reply, Dean gripped Castiel's cock hard at the base. "If I take this off, you still don't come until I say, got it?" Castiel hurriedly nodded as he continued to ride Dean, grateful Dean was listening to him finally. It was a relief when Dean finally pulled off the ring but at the same time, it wasn't. He still had to starve off his orgasm and now without the help of the ring, it was nigh on impossible to hold back.
Dean's hips started to meet him thrust for thrust and once again, Castiel was a panting, writhing mess of Dean's name and 'ah, ah, ah's.
"You're gonna make me come, Cas. Come on, make me come." Dean growled. Castiel readily obeyed, clenching hard on Dean's cock whenever he could as he picked up the pace. His whole body shook with pleasure and his thighs ached from the movement but he couldn't stop even if he tried. "You want it?" Dean asked to which Castiel nodded. "Beg for it."
"Oh Dean," he cried out. "Please come in my ass, oh fuck, please Dean. Need you to fill me up, paint me with your cum. Oh Jesus Christ, come in my ass Dean so you can lick me clean. Please baby, I want it so fucking bad." Castiel wasn't ashamed as he begged and pleaded for Dean to come. It was what he wanted and when Dean flipped them once again, fucking him as hard as he could so that the headboard knocked the wall with a bang on every thrust, he could see nothing but stars the entire time up until Dean came deep inside him with a shout.
"Come," was all Dean panted into his ear as he came down from his high and Castiel came so hard that his whole body shook, his muscles seized, toes curled, back arched as his vision went completely black before he collapsed to the bed, limp. He panted through the aftershocks while his body twitched as the last dregs of his orgasm passed through him, a tingly feeling taking over.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Dean panted as he fell on top of him. "That was the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen. You got cum on your chin for God sakes." Castiel grinned lazily at Dean's words still unable to open his eyes from the intensity of his orgasm. He giggled slightly when he felt Dean's tongue lapping at his chin no doubt cleaning him up. Dean continued his path down Castiel's body licking and sucking as he went and Castiel was in no position to do anything but lay there and let him work.
When Dean reached his cock, he gasped at the contact before he whined at how sensitive he was. Dean lightly licked him clean before he shifted lower and started to lap at his hole. Dean was gentle in his touches to his sensitive rim for which Castiel was grateful. He didn't think he could stand anything more intense.
"I don't know what tastes better," Dean said as he pulled away, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, "Your ass or my cum in your ass." He grinned down at Castiel who had finally opened his eyes and Castiel grinned back before he reached up with a heavy arm to pull at Dean. Dean came willingly and kissed Castiel sharing the flavour inside Dean's mouth with him. Castiel let Dean control the kiss, too tired to do much else.
Dean pulled away with a grin, "Damn, I really fucked you stupid didn't I?"
"Best sex I've ever had," Castiel grinned lethargically, his eyelids drooped and his vision began to blur.
"Go to sleep, baby. I'll deal with the clean-up." Castiel was in no position to protest so instead nodded and curled to his side. He was dimly aware of Dean tucking him under the covers but he was out like a light in a heartbeat.
When he awoke the next day from the sun streaming through the window, it was to an empty house.
Thanks so much for reading. I have no idea when the next update will be or what it will entail. Does anyone have objection to MPreg?