Sex chapter :)
Warnings: smut (obviously) wings, rimming, licking, sucking, fucking; all the good stuff
Dean was straddling Castiel's slim waist, canting his own hips backwards and forwards minutely as the angel bucked up into the movements. Their mouths were joined and dean was trying to multi-task by pushing the tan trench coat off of Cas' arms as well as kissing him and grinding into him. It was safe to say that he was failing, so the brunette took pity and shrugged it off. Then Dean set to work unbuttoning the white shirt his angel always wore, before pushing it and the suit jacket off onto the floor too.
With a smile the hunter's eyes raked over Castiel's chest. The scars from when he had carved an angel sigil into his chest still remained, shiny and pink and slightly raised against the tan skin. He looked up into Castiel's face at this point; he looked a little uncertain and afraid, as if awaiting a judgment.
"You're Beautiful." Dean murmured as he swooped back down and placed open mouthed kisses to Castiel's collar bone again. Dean felt the angel sigh and move his head back to show off more of his skin for his hunter to kiss. Ducking his head lower, ignoring Castiel's nipples completely even though they were raised up and inviting, Dean licked across the lines of the sigil-scar, earning a high pitched whine from the angel.
"Nngh ahh Dean, sensitive, please…ah st-stop." Castiel groaned out, his back arching off the cheap mattress as the hunter continued to tongue his way across the pink lines. Green eyes met blue as Dean lifted his head, an eyebrow raised in question.
"You really want me to stop? If you don't want this to happen I'll stop right away." Dean said seriously, sitting up straight and taking Castiel's face between his large hands. The angel shook his head.
"I didn't mean stop altogether. Just to stop licking the scars, it tickles. I don't want this to stop. Dean, please don't stop." Castiel whispered back, rearing up and kissing Dean hard on the mouth, while working his hands under the hoodie to remove it. The dark grey hoodie was tossed to the floor and the kissing resumed, still as heated and intense as before.
Dean moved to suck a love bite into the angel's neck, his full lips pressing and his sharp teeth almost biting the tender skin. The grey t-shirt Dean was wearing soon joined the other clothes that were strewn around the floor, revealing his own hardened nipples and heaving chest. While Dean was distracted licking the love bite he had just made, Castiel ran his hand down over the hunter's caramel happy trail and into his boxer shorts to cup his hard dick. Dean pulled back and looked down at Castiel, a smirk playing on his lips as he gave the angel a questioning look.
"You do not appreciate what I am doing?" Castiel asked in a husky voice. Dean wanted to throw his head back and laugh, but the way the angel's long delicate fingers stroked up his cock and over the slit was more than a little distracting.
"No, it's not that. I appreciate it very much. I just wouldn't expect you to move so quickly from kissing to groping me." Dean replied in a voice that was decidedly shaky. Castiel nodded in understanding, and extracted his other hand from where he had been toying with the vertebrae in Dean's lower back, putting it to the task of unleashing Dean's erection from the confines of the worn denim and cotton boxers. It was a little difficult to do one-handed, but he eventually managed to pop the button and unzip the fly. Castiel enjoyed the little grunts and groans Dean was emitting as the fabric that strained against his cock, and subsequently the hand wrapped around it, was eased. Castiel pulled his hand back from its welcome place around Dean's appendage and tugged the denim down over the fine ass and muscular thighs of the man above him, watching happily as Dean shimmied the rest of the way out of them and untied his boots, leaving him only in boxers.
Clothes were such a confusing idea to Castiel. Yes, humans wore them, many of them to be precise, but at moments like this one they just seemed to be a hindrance and a reason to delay more. He silently cursed his vessel Jimmy for wearing so many. In heaven the representations of the angels wore light, airy garments made from loose cotton and embroidered with golden thread. The outfits consisted of different tunics that draped across the body and were fastened with gold clasps and buckles; easy to remove and comfortable to wear. Nothing like the confining suit and coat and shoes and socks and ties and belts that humans wore. Castiel concerned himself with untying his shoe laces and removing his socks as Dean watched him hungrily from where he knelt a few feet away, bow legs spread wide and erection jutting out against his tan body, constrained by the black boxers he was wearing. Then Dean was between his splayed legs, pulling down the zipper and undoing the clasp on his stuffy suit trousers and tugging at the belt loops.
Castiel wasn't keen on giving up control that easily, so he flipped them over so that Dean was on his back with his legs spread wide, and he was the one looking down at the hunter, with lust-blown pupils and a slight blush peppering his cheekbones. Slowly dragging the black material down his thighs and over his ass, Castiel watched as Dean's eyes turned darker and his tongue peeked out to swipe across his suddenly-dry lips. Then the suit trousers were gone and they were both in their boxers. The angel lunged forwards then, kissing Dean hard on the mouth and tongue-fucking him within an inch of his life, his kisses hot and wet as his tongue darted around the human's gums and teeth and tongue and mouth.
Once he was carefully settled across Dean's jutting-out hip bones, Castiel sat back and reached into the hunter's boxer shorts again. He massaged Dean's balls with practiced ease, something that had the blonde wondering, with more than a little jealousy, how many times Castiel had done this before, and who the motherfucker was he'd done it all with. He didn't know whether to thank the other guy (or guys, but he hoped it wasn't guys plural) or to punch him square in the face. Then the finger's were around Dean's hard cock again, dragging him further and further from coherent thought, and just the steady thrum of pulse that beat through the angel's hand, and the thump of his own heart pumping the blood through his erection was all that crossed his mind.
Castiel ran his free hand up Dean's torso and over the tattoo of a pentagram surrounded by flames that lay over his left pectoral muscle, over his heart. With a seconds pause to clamp his tan fingers over the pink handprint on his human's bicep and feeling the beat of his own grace and Jimmy's heart echoing Dean's pleasantly, Castiel finally reached his destination; Dean's newly-blonde locks. He carded his hand through the hair, gripping it tightly every now and then to garner the reaction Dean gave. He settled with just entwining his hand within the soft hair and cupping the back of dean's head, smiling down at him.
"Need to see y-you; all of you, p-please Cas?" Dean murmured as Castiel's warm fingers slid leisurely up and over and down Dean's throbbing dick again. Again Dean was left wanting as those glorious fingers were withdrawn, in favour of removing the loose grey boxers that jimmy wore. Once gone, Dean stared down at them on the floor as if in disbelief, then the sight of his angel in his naked glory, laid completely bare for him brought him back to reality. Castiel's beautiful erection stood proud before him, tinted pinkish red from the rush of blood and larger than Dean had imagined it would be, not than he minded of course.
Dean reached out and placed his hands on Castiel's hips, pulling the angel back towards him to admire, but before Dean could make any movement to do so the angel's hands were upon his, halting them. Dark blue eyes, that Castiel was fighting to keep open against the lust and need that was thundering through him, were staring him down.
"I have shown you 'all of me', now you repay the favour?" Castiel asked in a small voice, still not breaking eye contact with Dean. All the hunter could do in response was nod, removing his boxers in a flash and falling back onto the mattress, a blush skittering across his cheeks and up his ears as the angel's steadfast gaze didn't waver once.
"You look almost ethereal lying there all spread out for me, especially with the blonde hair and tan skin." Castiel commented, standing at the foot of the bed, still raking his blue eyes over dean's beautiful body. Dean gave him a quizzical look, and wiggled his hips a little bit.
"That's a compliment, right? Ethereal is good?" the hunter asked, finally getting impatient at just being stared at as he grabbed Castiel's hands and pulled him onto the bed, where he sat between Dean's spread legs.
"Yes, ethereal is good, Dean." Castiel replied, lifting dean's legs so that they rested on the angel's shoulders. Dean tensed up a little and Castiel frowned down at him in concern.
"is this…do you want me to…have you ever?" the angel asked softly, stroking dean's hips softly and looking resolutely into those green eyes. The unasked questions hang in the air for a moment.
"Sorry Cas, I do want it, really. I haven't ever been in this position; I've never been the bottom. When I've been with guys in the past I was always on top." Dean replied in a very small voice, a dark blush flooding his cheeks as he ducked his head in embarrassment, trying to avoid the angel's gaze.
"Trust me, Dean. I won't do anything you don't consent to. Do you need a vow of faith from me?" Castiel said in a tender voice, reaching forward and stroking his finger's across Dean's cheek. The hunter just stared back at him, a slight frown marring his face. He watched as Castiel stepped back and rolled his shoulders. Dean sat up and shuffled forwards, reaching out to grab cas' hands, thinking he'd upset the angel and that he was going to flee. Castiel just squeezed Dean's hands and smiled tenderly at him. Apparently that was a reassuring gesture, as dean felt his insides unclench and he heaved a slight sigh.
"I need you to see this, Dean; you will be the only mortal to have seen them. I am going to trust you with it; perhaps you can repay the favour by trusting me with yourself?" Castiel spoke, looking into dean's eyes and trying to convey the seriousness and the genuine love and faith behind the statement. Dean nodded and came to sit at the edge of the motel bed, watching as Castiel hunched over forwards, ending up in a crouch, before beautiful pale grey feathered wings sprung from his shoulder blades. As the large wings stretched out, filling the small room with the soft feathers and the bones within them popping and creaking as though they hadn't been used in a while, all dean could do was gape at their beauty.
"Wow, cas. They're amazing. And no human's ever seen 'em before?" dean asked, his voice clouded with awe and adoration. Castiel stood, curling the wings back inwards until they were folded behind his back.
"You are the only person who has ever seen them. I am technically not supposed to reveal them to humans. But I will risk retribution if it portrays the way I feel about you, and that I trust you with the secret of my wings." Castiel said in a cautious voice.
"You can trust me all right; I'll take the secret to my grave. I want you, Cas. I want you inside me, please?" dean whispered the latter half of his response, watching Castiel stalk back over to him and wrap his arms tight around the hunter's torso. He kissed his way down dean's heaving chest and lightly sucked on each of his nipples, eliciting small gasps from the man beneath him. Then the angel was pushing dean onto the mattress and laying him out, spreading those bow legs far apart and ducking his head to dean's happy trail. Dean felt the angel's tongue tracing the triangular patch of hair, finally reaching his aching dick and placing a kiss on the tip. At this action dean threw his head back and let out a growling mewl, a moment that Castiel catalogued to remember forever.
"Ah, Cas, yeah. Oh Go- I mean, fuck! So good!" Dean whimpered out as Castiel started to lick up and down his shaft, swirling his tongue and placing kisses all over his dick. Then the mouth was removed and dean whined his protest, frowning and trying to buck his hips up back into the warmth of Castiel's hot mouth. Castiel's lips were currently placing kisses all around dean's erection, on his jutted hip bones, withing his sandy pubic hair, up and down his thighs and finally latched onto his straining balls. The feel of the angel tonguing him was almost unbearable, and dean started to groan and whimper in response. Was this going too slow for him? Normally by now the sex was done with and he'd be down the coffee shop getting a strong espresso, or down at the nearest bar drinking a victory beer, or possibly cuddling if the partner in question warranted it. But this was different than any other sex he'd had, this actually mean something and it was full of love and feelings, and concern for one another. Castiel worried about whether dean was okay, whether he might hurt him, and whether dean was enjoying himself. Other people he'd been with were more bothered about how quickly they could get their rocks off, rather than caring much about Dean and his orgasm. But the angel was dragging this out because it was essentially dean's first time, and he wanted the hunter to enjoy it as he was sure he himself would. Dean had never been treated so lovingly and with so much care before. He'd never known he'd been missing out on so much before being with Castiel.
Dean let out a yelp as he was brought back from his thoughts feeling Castiel's tongue swirl around his puckered entrance. The reaction apparently had no affect on the angel's actions, as the tongue between his ass cheeks continued to lick and kiss and stroke the tense muscles. The hunter had thought that it would feel alien and wrong to do this with another man, but it just felt so good those reservations were washed away as Castiel slipped his tongue past the ring of muscle. Dean was letting out a continual mewling whining noise and tried to control his harsh breathing as he was lightly penetrated by the warm appendage.
"Ah, Castiel, that feels so…oh yeah right there, more …need more, aah." Dean moaned as he wiggled his hips trying to feel more of Castiel's mouth on him and his tongue in him. That wasn't to say that the hunter didn't start quite a bit when he felt Castiel's fingertip snake itself inside him, pushing painfully until it was second knuckle deep. Dean scrunched his eyes tight shut and groaned through gritted teeth. Then Castiel was wiggling the finger and pushing it further inside until star exploded behind dean's eyelids and a wanton sound fell from his plump parted lips. The angel kissed those lips softly, continuing to stroke over whatever the hell it was within him that made him a quivering mess.
"K-keep doing that, Cas! Feels s-so amazing. More…please more of that." Dean said in a resolute voice that shivered with every stroke against his walls. Then a second finger was stretching its way inside of him, bringing with it a dull pain that rocketed down Dean's spine and burned for a moment. Castiel scissored his fingers, listening to the change in dean's breathing and relished in the fact that the groans of pain changed to those of pleasure and wanting.
"Can you take a third finger? Shall I proceed or do you wish to stop? Is this too much for you?" Castiel asked carefully, stilling the movement of his fingers as dean sat up and stared at him almost incredulously. Dean grabbed the now still wrist that lay between his splayed legs and pressed the fingers further inside him, groaning at the intrusion but enjoying the stretched feeling.
"I can take anything you throw at me from this point, don't stop, Castiel please never stop." Dean said genuinely, his voice a little marred by his gasping breathing.
"Anything you wish." The angel simply said, before adding a third finger and adding his heated mouth to the stretched entrance. Dean lay back down, panting hard and trying not to impale himself further on the three questing fingers already within him. When Castiel's tongue started to run wetly across his stretched entrance, soothing the pain a little and ramping up the pleasure dean felt he might just come there and then. Castiel seemed to read his thoughts and extracted his fingers and pulled his mouth away.
"Nngh uh ah fuck! What are you-" dean started to ask, but it was answered for him when Castiel appeared from the other side of the room, sliding a yellow condom over his hard dick and retrieved lube from dean's duffel bag. He squirted a liberal amount onto his hand and wiped it over himself. Then the cool liquid was being circled around and inside dean's stretched entrance too. Awaiting the dull blunt appendage to penetrate him dean snapped his green eyes shut and worried his lower lip between his teeth.
But it didn't happen; he felt Castiel move back between his legs but didn't make any other move other than cool, slightly most hands stroke up his sides and rest on either side of his head. Dean opened one eye and realised that Castiel was placing light kisses beneath his left ear, over the tattoo at his heart and then at the side of his mouth, soft feather light kisses that were barely there. Their cocks were stroking together deliciously, and then the angel's lips were fully on his own, a wet tongue peeking between them and tan fingers streaking through his blonde hair and running slightly across his scalp.
"I love you, Dean. You have been and will always be perfect to me. I especially back your decision to dye your hair blonde; it stirs something within me that I cannot fully comprehend. You are beautiful." Castiel whispered close to dean's ear. The hunter wrapped his arms around Castiel, fingers running up and down the wings and ruffling the feathers of his wings, and placed a kiss to his temple, carding his own hand through the inky brown hair.
"I love you too. I don't know about perfect though, or beautiful either. But it means a lot to me that you think so. You're everything I never knew I wanted, and all I could ever ask for. Castiel, make love to me, please?" Dean asked, knowing how chick-flick he sounded at that moment. But this was Castiel; he wouldn't laugh at him, or shoot him down or mock him for it. And it wasn't like he didn't mean every word more than anything he'd ever said. He did love Castiel; he did want him and need him and couldn't quite imagine living without him. He was Dean's everything.
"Anything you wish." The angel repeated, smiling genuinely and sliding into Dean in one languid thrust. The hunter clenched his muscles around Castiel, gasping in a breath and trying to acclimatise for the huge dick within him. Once the head of Castiel's erection brushed against Dean's prostate though, he found he didn't quite notice the pain any longer.
"Is this okay? Are you okay?" Castiel asked, as he held Dean close, lifting him from the mattress and whispering into his ear. He felt dean nod against his neck and place a small kiss there, so Castiel experimentally pulled out a small amount and thrust back in. dean's arms flailed for a second before grabbing Castiel's back, carding through the wings again and loving the way the angel shivered when dean's finger with silver ring included, ran underneath the place where the wings met shoulder blade. Apparently that was a sensitive spot.
"Mmm. Yeah, that's g-good, baby. N-never never stop." Dean ground out as Castiel started to speed up a little more, guiding his thrusts straight for Dean's prostate each time.
Moments later the thrusts were erratic, dean's hips bucking up to meet each downward movement from Cas. The angel made sure to keep whispering encouragement and loving sentiments into Dean's ear, as he ploughed into him at a fast pace.
Dean was tensing around Castiel's dick and Castiel moaned knowing that his human was close to orgasm. He himself wasn't far away so he sped up his thrusts, loving the little groans that dean let out when his dick rocketed again and again into the hunter's prostate.
"Fuck! Castiel, I'm…I'm gonna- baby I'm close to-" dean whined out, just as Castiel slipped his hand between them and started to stroke dean to completion, feeling his own orgasm start to coil in his stomach.
"aahh c-cas, yeah, fuck. CASTIEL!"
Then Dean's come splattered onto both their stomachs, and Castiel's own thrusting sped up and he was coming deep within his hunter. Just as he reached orgasm, his wings that had previously been curled tight to his back, sprang out to full length, glistening slightly in the small stream of moonlight that was pouring in through a gap in the curtains. They thrashed backwards and forwards, feathers brushing against the carpet and the tips touching the corners of the ceiling. It felt good for them to be free and stretched, as they were rarely used much nowadays. Castiel withdrew them then, making them disappear from sight knowing he would be lying in bed with Dean and there wasn't really enough room for the two of them, let alone two large feathery wings as well.
"D-DEAN." Castiel moaned against dean's forehead as he placed a stuttered kiss there and collapsed on top of Dean. The room was filled with their mingled panting as they both came down from their orgasms.
"Shit, Cas! That was so amazing. Perfect. I'm really glad I made the decision to dye my hair blonde if it got this reaction out of ya. Love you so much." Dean commented a few minutes later, once Castiel had pulled out and cleaned them up. He was lying on his back in the motel bed, Castiel cuddled into his side and the covers pulled up around their naked bodies, legs entwined and dean's hand absently stroking Castiel's dark hair. Castiel looked up at him through dark lashes and smiled against his chest.
"It was exceedingly beautiful sleeping with you Dean. I love you too. The blonde hair is beyond erotic for me, I do not know how I will control myself when we are not in a bedroom situation." Castiel replied in a whisper, placing a kiss to dean's chest before letting his eyes fall closed in exhaustion. Dean sighed happily and placed a kiss of his own to the crown of Castiel's head letting sleep claim him too.
Hope this is okay.
I went for Top!Cas and Bottom!Dean. Because although I am a fan of top!dean normally I thought I'd mix it up a bit. And I'm a firm believer of switching top and bottom positions so yeah.
This is the sex chapter that I promised. Hope it lives up to expectations :)