Dean was lost in the moment as he sang and danced with Castiel and next thing he knew, leant in and planted his lips against Castiel's. Castiel's chapped lips were rough against his own and Dean couldn't help but want more. He pulled Castiel incredibly closer by his hips while sliding in tongue slowly across Castiel's bottom lip seeking for permission to enter. And when the man gave in and opened his mouth, Dean couldn't stop himself. Castiel tasted incredible and Dean just needed more of that taste that was all Castiel. That sweet taste of the salmon he'd eaten for dinner but there was more. The more he explored Castiel's mouth with his tongue feeling every crook and cranny of the other man's mouth, the more he tasted something sweet like honey as well as something indescribable that was just Castiel.
God, the sounds Castiel was making as they moved their tongues in a dance just like their bodies had just moments earlier were truly pornographic. The keens in the back of his throat while Dean's tongue explored turned Dean on to no end. Dean felt one of Castiel's hands move from around his neck to the small of his back to pull him in closer so their bodies were pressed against each other while his other hand threaded through the hairs on the nape of his neck. With their bodies pressed together, Dean could feel Castiel's hardness against his thigh and there was no doubt Castiel would be able to feel Dean's equal desire. They needed to get out of here and to his apartment as soon as possible.
Reluctantly, Dean pulled back panting for air to fill his lungs again. He opened his eyes not knowing when he'd closed them, to see the flush on Castiel's cheeks and his plump red lips, kiss swollen and if Dean hadn't been impossibly hard or ready, that image alone would peak his interest. Dean tried to find his voice after he regained his somewhat steady breaths seeing Castiel with the same problem. Finally his he found his words as Castiel opened his eyes seeing them glazed over with lust.
"How 'bout we take this back to my place?" The grin he got in reply was all the confirmation Dean needed.
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They were barely able to keep their hands off each other the entire way back but as they itched closer to Dean's apartment, Castiel's nerves grew. He hadn't been with anyone in a long time – eight months to be exact. He had the right to be nervous but the excitement of what was about to happen won out and he let himself be wrapped in the moment which was him and Dean and nothing else mattered.
When they reached Dean's apartment, Dean hastily unlocked the door and dragged Castiel inside by his hand like he had to the band rotunda earlier except this time, Castiel knew exactly what Dean wanted. They were barely inside the door before Castiel is slammed back against the door as Dean devoured his lips with passion. Castiel can't help but moan into Dean's mouth as he needed more of Dean. Everything Dean was just so empowering; his smell, his taste and God that tongue; the things that tongue could do were just sinful. Castiel was just putty in Dean's hands ever since the band rotunda when Dean's tongue had sought out permission to enter Castiel's mouth.
And as soon as Dean's mouth had landed on his, it was gone but before Castiel had time to ask why Dean had stopped his exploration he was on his knees undoing Castiel's belt to his slacks. Dean fumbled for a moment with shaky hands before he finally removed Castiel's belt and threw it over his shoulder into the room forgotten. The anticipation of what was to come had Castiel weak at the knees. Dean must have sensed Castiel's predicament as a warm hand gripped Castiel's hip as the other made work with undoing Castiel's slacks. Said slacks were now pooled around his ankles and Dean looked up and locked eyes with Castiel with a wicked grin on his face before he leant forward and mouthed Castiel's erection through his boxers. Castiel's hips bucked forward involuntary before Dean's hands held his hips in place as his thumbs slipped under the waistband of his boxers.
"Dean…" Castiel keened "Fuck your mouth" He moaned unable to keep the noise down. Castiel's head fell back against the door as Dean pulled his boxers down which sprang his erection free to the cool air. Castiel hissed at the released tension looking down just in time to see Dean wrap his lips around the head of his cock and slid down as far as he could. It took everything within Castiel to not just come then as the tight wet heat of Dean's mouth enclosed over his dick. Castiel moved one of his hands that were pressed against the door to brace him upright and carded it through Dean's hair and pulled lightly at the short tusks of hair that slid between his fingers which earned a soft groan from the man on his knees. The sensation sent shocks up Castiel's spine as the man swallowed around him trying to send Castiel over the edge into bliss. Castiel however didn't want the night to be over just yet, he didn't want to let go just yet but the way Dean sucked him down made it harder than ever to no just blow his load down Dean's throat.
Castiel felt the wet heat disappear as he heard a distant wet pop before he realised Dean had shifted back slightly away. Castiel looked down to see Dean staring up at him with wide, lust blown eyes "Just let go baby" Dean spoke voice raspy from having a dick down his throat.
Castiel shook his head before being able to find his words "I-I don't want to" he stuttered his breathing so rough it was hard to get the words out "Don't want to finish this so soon"
Dean let out a small laugh an honest to God laugh "Don't worry sweetheart, tonight is far from over" Dean spoke softly before he slid his tongue up the underside of Castiel's member. Dean slid his mouth back over the head and hollowed his checks as he sucked hard trying to pull Castiel over the edge. Castiel's head fell with a thud back against the door again lost in the sensation. There was no going back now.
One of Dean's hands slid from Castiel's hips down to Castiel's balls to massage them lightly as Dean's head bobbed up and down the shaft. Castiel lost all train of thought any stubbornness he had to hold out on his orgasm was gone as he felt his balls tighten and the heat pool in the base of his spine. Castiel's hand in Dean's hair pulled tightly on the strands in warning as the feeling overpowered him and he blew his load down Dean's throat.
As he came back to himself, panting as if he had just run a marathon, he was vaguely aware of the fact he was now on the floor still leant against the door with Dean still grinning at him with lust blown eyes. Castiel grabbed Dean by the collar and pulled him forward to plant his lips on Dean's before he slid his tongue in tasting himself and groaned. He pulled back slightly to whisper across Dean's lips "That was fucking amazing" before he pulled him in again for another deep kiss.
Dean pulled his lips off Castiel's and moved to whisper in his ear "I'm not done with you yet" The words sent a shiver down Castiel's spine and if he hadn't just had a mind numbing orgasm, he'd be hard. "Come on," Dean continued before he stood to his feet and pulled Castiel with him "My room's this way"
Castiel pulled his boxers which were resting on his thighs back up to his hips before stepping out of his pants. He bent down to pick them up in his arms not seeing his belt in sight – that will have to wait till morning – he followed Dean down the hallway and stopped every so often for a grope and kiss before they finally found Dean's room.
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Dean just wanted to make Castiel feel good and for sure he'd already done that if the noises he made as he came down his throat were anything to go by. He wanted more of this man before him. He wanted everything he was willing to give and was willing to give everything and more back. He'd never felt this way so quickly for someone but there was just something about this man that was different. He was drawn to this blue-eyed enigma by something he just couldn't put words on. It was just there.
Dean pulled at Castiel's shirt trying to undo the buttons as quickly as he could with shaky hands because Castiel may be in a bliss of post-orgasm but he was still achingly hard and just needed to get this man spread out under him. Castiel worked at Dean's buttons while they kissed with as much passion and need as earlier which told Dean that Castiel wanted this as much as Dean did.
Shirts were shed, Dean's jeans followed soon after with the skill of Castiel's perfect fingers that Dean had only just noticed as they unzipped his jeans and couldn't help but groan at the thought of those hands wrapped around his cock. But that would have to wait for another time because right now he needed to get Cas underneath him.
Dean parted their kiss and pushed Castiel towards the bed. When the back of Castiel's knees hit the bed, Dean gave him that final push so he was flat out on the mattress looking up at Dean with wide eyes, spread for Dean to take. His body was perfect. Muscle in all the right areas, hip bones that jolted out and God those thighs were fucking amazing. Strong like a runner's and needed to feel them wrapped around his own body.
Dean made a move towards the bed before Castiel raised a hand and spoke "Dean, wait just two seconds" Castiel began quietly
Dean stood still on the spot. Was Castiel backing out? Had Dean read this all wrong? Surely Castiel wanted this just as much as Dean did or he wouldn't be here with lust blown eyes glazed over with need. No Castiel definitely wanted this, there was just something else in those eyes. Something deeper fear? Nerves?
"It's just…" Castiel spoke which brought Dean out of his thoughts "I haven't done this" Castiel said gesturing between them awkwardly with his hand "in a while" Castiel shifted his gaze away from anywhere but Dean, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Dean lay down slowly over Castiel, the bed dipped down under his weight. He lightly laid his hand under Castiel's chin to bring his head around so they looked into each other's eyes. "Cas, sweetheart, I'm gonna take care of you okay? I promise" Dean reassured him with a sweet kiss to his lips before he dipped inside Castiel's mouth with more meaning that their other kisses they'd share. It wasn't as passionate or needy as the rest, it was sensual and caring. Dean tried to reassure Castiel with his mouth that he was going to take good care of him.
Dean pulled back for air with a small smile on his face "Okay?" Castiel nodded slowly and smiled in return. Dean leant in again to seal it with another small kiss before he moved down Castiel's jaw dragging his tongue as he went. He stopped at his collarbone, sucking hard; hard enough to leave a mark and Castiel wriggled beneath him with pleasure so Dean kept going, knowing Castiel was enjoying this. He pulled back slightly to soothe the angry read mark with his tongue before he kissed his way down Castiel's chest to his nipples to devour them with attention until they were red and sensitive.
Dean moved lower, to press soft gentle kisses on every one of Castiel's ribs as he slowly made his way down. By the way Castiel's breath hitched with every kiss, Dean knew Castiel was hard again. The way Castiel whispered Dean's name like a prayer, just urged him on further. He wanted Castiel to remember this night. He didn't want this to be a quick fuck. He wanted it to mean something. He wanted Castiel to want to come back again and if they just had a quick fuck, it meant nothing. This, what Dean was doing now, meant everything.
Dean finally reached Castiel's waistband to pull them down for the second time that night. He pulled as far as he could as Castiel wriggled them the rest of the way off before he pushed at Dean's own boxers giving the message that Castiel wanted Dean naked now too. Dean quickly obliged and pushed them down his legs to shake them off his feet and onto the floor forgotten.
Dean returned on top of Castiel to bring him in for another passionate kiss before he leant over to his bedside table and opened the top drawer and fished out the lube and condoms he had stored. He'd checked that evening before he'd left if he still had enough just in case of this exact situation. Dean came back to plant soft kisses to Castiel's lips before he leant down to nibble at his ear and whispered "You ready to feel good baby?"
Castiel nodded in reply and shivered at Dean's words making him smirk. "Please Dean" Castiel whispered his voice rough with need and lust. God this voice was amazing normally but in the middle of sex, it was fucking sinful.
Dean moved to his knees and positioned himself between Castiel's legs before he grabbed for the lube and spread it on his fingers. He wiggled his fingers to warm up the lube to make it as comfortable as possible for the man below him. Slowly, he leant down to capture Castiel's lips and distract him with a heated kiss as he slid one lubed up finger into the man's entrance slowly to the first knuckle. Castiel hissed at the sensation and pulled back and clenched around Dean's finger objecting to the intrusion.
"Shh sweetheart, it's okay. Relax baby, I'm going to go slow okay? Just relax" Dean comforted
Castiel nodded and slowly relaxed around Dean's finger. Dean slowly pulled his finger out before he slid back in meeting less resistance this time. He pushed in to the second knuckle before he removed it again. His finger thrust in and out and slowly gained pace and circled around the rim before he slid in a second.
Castiel was panting now with two fingers inside him stretching his tight hole. Dean groaned at the thought that soon his cock would be inside the tight heat of Castiel. Dean crooked his fingers searching for that special spot inside Castiel and knew the moment he found it. Castiel arched of the bed and screamed Dean's name along with "Fuck do that again. Please Dean" Dean obliged and by the time three fingers were within Castiel's hole, he was a writhing mess. Sweat dripped down his skin giving him sheen from the moonlight creeping through the curtains.
As Dean's fingers stretched and scissored Castiel's hole, he pressed hot kisses to the man's neck, chin, jaw, chest, any skin he could reach.
"Dean please, I'm ready" Castiel panted "Need you please"
Dean didn't need any more encouragement. He removed his fingers from Castiel and kissed him when he protested at the loss. He picked up the condom and opened it with his teeth abandoning the wrapper God knows where before he slid the condom over his cock and groaned at the contact. It was the first time he'd touched himself all night and fuck he was so hard. He spread the remaining lube over his shaft, rubbed a few times before he braced his hands either side of Castiel's head and leant down to place one more kiss to Castiel's lips before he lined himself up.
He grabbed the base of his cock and pushed his head to Castiel's stretched entrance before he slowly pushed inside slightly. He moved his hand back to where it was previously situated and leaned down so he was a whisper away from Castiel's lips.
"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop okay? All you have to do is tell me" Dean spoke calm and collected when all he wanted to do is shove his achingly hard dick inside the tight heat of Castiel's body. But no that's not what he wanted tonight. Castiel nodded in reply as Dean started to slowly press further inside.
Castiel hissed once again as Dean pressed in. Dean wasn't huge, but he was bigger than the three fingers he'd used to prep him with so he knew to go slow. Slowly, Dean inched his way in, kissing Castiel's neck as he tried to distract the man from the pain he was in as Dean sheathed himself inside. When finally Dean was fully sheathed with his balls pressed against Castiel's ass he stopped. He groaned at the tight heat his cock was encased in hardly being able to stop himself from thrusting in and out of the man.
Minutes, hours, days – Dean didn't know – passed before Castiel finally uttered the words that had Dean weak "Move. Please Dean, move"
Dean groaned as he pulled himself out slowly before he pushed back in faster than the first time but still an agonisingly slow pace. He started shallow with his thrusts, gaining speed before Castiel chanted Dean's name like a prayer to will the man to go faster, harder than he was. Dean obliged, and pulled almost all the way out before he slammed back inside which sheathed himself again. Castiel keened and arched of the bed giving Dean the sign he'd hit the man's prostate. He pulled out again repeating the action. Harder and harder he thrust until Castiel writhed beneath him and muttered incoherent words; Dean only caught the odd 'fuck' 'Dean' 'harder'.
Dean felt Castiel wrap his legs around Dean's waist and pulled him in as he thrust harder the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. As Dean leant in, to kiss Castiel's throat and collarbone to suck on the mark from earlier, Castiel's hands gripped Dean's back and dragged his nails down knowing they'd leave marks. But Dean didn't care if anything it turned him on more. He thrust harder. He punished the man's prostate on every thrust until Castiel cried out "So close Dean. So fucking close… Nggggh"
Dean snaked a hand down between their two bodies to take hold of Castiel's member and stroked in time with his thrusts. Castiel was fucking up into his hand and lost his rhythm with Dean's thrusts. Within minutes of Dean taking hold of his cock he came all over Dean's hand and his stomach which painted himself with his cum. Dean watched in awe at the man as he came undone beneath him. This man was truly beautiful as he sprang into ecstasy.
Castiel clenched incredibly hard around Dean's cock as he came sent Dean into bliss. He screamed Castiel's name as he came and his load into the condom. He continued to thrust himself through it before he collapsed on top of Castiel in exhaustion.
As he came back to himself, Castiel's fingers carded through his sweat damp hair and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Dean was content. He could stay like this, sheathed inside this man forever and not care. But he knew he couldn't and he didn't want the man to be uncomfortable. He pulled his softened member from the man and stood up on shaky legs to remove the condom and throw it in the trash before he walked to the bathroom to retrieve a damp wash cloth to clean up.
He returned and lay down next to his lover to wash the cum off his chest and cock before he did the same to himself. He threw the wash cloth to the floor and lay on his back to pull Castiel closer to him and to tuck him into his side with his head under his chin. He pressed a lazy kiss to the top of the man's head who hummed in content. They didn't need to say anything. The silence said everything it needed to. The two men drifted off into sleep relaxed and happy in each other's arms. The night was everything Dean had wanted and more. It was perfection.