Dean tilted his head back and the succubus licked the spot it had bitten. "Dean." it moaned lustfully and rocked it's hips against Dean's. The friction drove a white hot spike through Dean and he moaned. "Cas. Oh god, Cas..." Dean felt the slightly chapped lips on his cheek, kissing, mouthing, and his jeans got tighter. "Dean... I can't wait to get you out of those clothes. I wanted this for so long, Dean." Breathing got harder and harder for Dean, as the fake Cas kept rolling his hips. "How close are you, Dean?" he whispered in Dean's ear, licking the lobe with a swift kittenlick. Dean had trouble thinking, Hell, he had trouble doing anything but feel and pant. "Cas..." he breathed. He could feel those lips pull into a smile against his neck. "Do you want to kiss me, Dean?" The very thought of those chapped lips on his made Dean groan desperately. "Yes.." he gasped. "Cas... kiss me..." Dean begged, turning his head to try and capture those pink lips.
The fake Cas let his lips trek softly from Dean's neck to his cheek and suddenly Dean felt the warm preassure of them on his own lips. He melted into the sensation and shivered when his bottom lip got caught between teeth. When he gasped, a tongue slipped between his lips and slowly curled around his own. The heat in his stomach got more intense and he felt his hands glide up to the neck of the fake Cas. He deepened the kiss and pulled the darkhaired head closer. The throaty moan that came from it, rumbled into Dean's mouth and he felt his knees go weak. "Mmmmm." Way back in his mind, Dean was shocked at the lustful moan he produced. Not the fact that he was moaning into the mouth of a monster that looked like his best friend, nor the fact that he was sporting a full-on boner for the same, but the fact he sounded like a true pornstar had Dean blush even deeper. The hands that had been holding his head suddenly let go, but the full body press kept Dean in place.
The slender fingers pulled his shirt out of his jeans and slid under, ghosting over his belly. Dean felt lightheaded and his stomach trembled under those warm fingers. The fake Cas was still going to town on his tongue and Dean had trouble trying to focus. He pulled his head back. "Cas..." he moaned. "Cas... don't stop, please." The blue eyes that filled his vision, were darkblue with lust and Dean felt like he was drowning in them. "I won't stop, Dean. I want this too." He rolled his hips again and Dean felt his cock rub against the black clad thigh. The firm muscles he could feel there, made him want to explore. He roughly pulled the white dress shirt from the black slacks and ran his hands up the warm back under it. He could feel the muscles roll on the lean frame and the rolling heat in his abdomen pulled tight. "I want to see you come, Dean. I think you would look beautiful, coming for me." the fake Cas cooed in his ear and Dean gasped, closing his eyes. He was so close... Suddenly the door swung open and Sam gasped. "Dean! What the Hell?!" Dean's eyes flew open and he stared at his brother like a deer caught in headlights. Just behind the giant frame of his baby brother, the real Cas stood, eyes wide open, mouth agape.