Holy-long-time-to-wait-for-a-sex-scene Batman! So sorry for the delay between the flu and school, a sexy sex scene would be the last thing that I would be able to create. unless you find research and mucus sexy... Well what a great way to start a story...AAAAAAAND here we go!

This is not Dean's thing. Repeat Dean Does Not Do This.

The last time they used this stuff, it was Cas who was tied up and then they lost the key.

Dean thought it was kind of funny at the time. Cas mean mugged for an hour, as Dean fed him a burger. All while Cas was handcuffed to the bed until Dean finally got the key out of the vent in the floor. Stick+gum=key

So Dean is letting Cas have this One. Dean is tied to the bed.

His feet tied to the headboard, his arms to the end of the bed, and a blindfold.

He is lying on his stomach, spread and vulnerable.

And That is why Dean does not do this. He is vulnerable, open, and feels extremely fragile. Like Cas might break him. Cas wouldn't break him…

Cas…is good…Cas will not break me… Cas?

Oh shit Dean just got scared. Cas must have sensed his apprehension. Dean felt Cas's hand sooth up his calf.

"you know Dean we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Dean inhales deeply, a calming breath of decision. No Cas does not want to break me, Cas won't break me. "no its ok…" Dean breaths heavy again.

Remember drunk-Cas's strange words, he loves me…also I am stupid…

Cas will not break me- he thinks that with much more vigor then he has before, for some reason Dean finds comfort in his own stupidity, the knowledge of his stupidity.

Dean smiles, "really Cas I'm fine let's do this."

Cas starts slow kissing up Dean's legs, thighs, then lower back. He skips over Dean's most sensitive places. Dean murmurs something…

Cas is enjoying himself. He rarely gets to take charge. It is not really his thing. He doesn't really do This.

But sometimes Dean needs to let go of control, and Dean sometimes does not know that. But Cas does. Cas knows how to make Dean lose control.

Cas slowly sooths his hands up Dean's thighs. He smiles, licking and kissing Deans lower back.

You see Dean has this little spot on his lower back that makes him just unravel. Like watching a spring that has been pulled tight suddenly fall back to its natural state.

Natural state… Dean in his natural state is vulnerable and open. And so Cas touches him there, licks bites and worships that spot, because that spot breaks Dean down. He does this for 10 minutes just loving Dean's body, taking it apart before he takes everything. Dean is coming apart, moaning, writhing, pulling against the restraints. Cas's name is like a prayer on Dean's lips

Cas takes a moment to enjoy the murmurs, quiet whispers like the ones he used to hear.

Cas's hands move up to Dean's ass and he slowly pulls the cheeks apart. His tongue moves down kissing all the way.

Cas can barely contain himself, he is patient but Dean is begging "more…Cas… more."Over and over. Cas is hard, has been for a long time, even when he was just tying him to the bed.

Cas licks over Dean's puckered hole, and Dean moans loudly.

Dean feels like he is about to break, as Cas's tongue breaches him and makes him moan loudly. Cas takes his time but Dean can tell even he is getting desperate. Dean pulls against his restraints, and grunts as if unsatisfied.

"What?" Cas stops his tender ministrations to ask

"more" is all Dean can grunt because really his brain is just falling apart.

Dean can feel Cas's smile burn into his back, and the slight of teeth on his ass. And suddenly Cas is back but now he is all fingers and tongue, pushing hard and fast, like Dean tastes like candy. Dean is moaning loudly now. Begging pleading for "more, more"

Dean has no idea how many fingers Cas has in him, but he can still feel his tongue tickling and kind. God Dean needs more "more"

Suddenly all that is in Dean is Cas's thumb, 'oh god it feels amazing and awful' it is just sitting and Dean can hear Cas panting. "more" he says again. He needs more, his body is tingling everywhere, pulled tight, like he is laying on the cusp of a huge cliff if Cas would just move he might fall off. And falling would be great. A rush of wind and fear and ...freedom.

"More What Dean?" it is a mocking tone, but his voice is deeper then is usually is, wrecked is the right word. Cas wiggles his thumb a bit.

"Mmmmmhhhh more…"

Cas sighs heavy, "More What Dean?" it is more demanding now. Dean opens his mouth but nothing comes out just a gasp. Cas removes his hands all together and Dean is going to die.

"no"

"Tell me Dean."

"more, fuck me!"

Dean hears a clicking noise, its Cas's tongue, he hears a drawer open, yes Cas is getting lube. "now Dean you are still missing something."

Dean is at a loss, pulls on his restraints, "more Cas More"

"Oh Dean I'm disappointed, you know how to ask for things."

And it finally clicks, God Damn it, Cas is such a dick sometimes.

"More. Please." Dean would roll his eyes, but suddenly Dean is full of Cas's lubed fingers, and he can do nothing but moan.

"that's better, I'm right here, I'm the only one who can give you this Dean. Say it."

That statement came with an unnecessarily hard thrust of three of Cas's fingers, which Dean did not mind at all. God Cas got good a dirty talk, Dean might have a hard time keeping up.

"yes yes… only you.. . please."

Cas is rubbing lube on his cock, while he uses his other hand to play with Dean's prostate. He is so hard, it was terrible waiting for Dean to catch on. He is jerking himself off a bit while he gets himself nice a slick. "That's right Dean only me, You like it when I tie you up, have my way with you."

"yes, yes please."

"You can't do anything if I don't want you to."

"mmmmmhhhhh"

"you are all mine. Say it."

"ooh, I'm all yours, allyours."

Cas feels powerful, but he knows he would never abuse this power, Dean is his all his and he would do anything for Dean, just like Dean would do anything for him.

"you would beg me for anything, wouldn't you. You just want my cock. Don't you Dean."

"mmmmm yes."

"say it. Say you want my cock"

"yes… I want it. Yes"

"You want my cock."

"want your cock." Dean's brain is broken, he is just a puppet he would say whatever Cas told him to, he is all his. And he just wants him inside. "please"

And that one little word was all it took.

Cas pulls his fingers out and slams into Dean. They both moan loudly.

Dean feels so good and tight, Cas can feel Dean's body totally let go; he stops struggling on the restraints and just lets Cas have his way.

Dean lets his body go lax; the tension is only in his lower back and ass where they are meeting. God it feels so good. Like every thought, every feeling, and everything outside of the room and Cas inside him is forgotten.

Cas is hitting his prostate, and Dean's dick is rubbing against the comforter of the bed, and it is almost too much, it will be soon.

Dean feels totally spread, open, and safe. He is vulnerable, but knows Cas will take care of him.

The bed is squeaking and rocking, the only world Dean knows at this moment is the constant back of forth of the bed and the feel of Cas's dick moving in and out of him. He is moaning like a whore, begging, and the only words out of his mouth are "Cas and please" over and over.

And suddenly Dean said nothing, his orgasm was abrupt, as if he thought he was going to continue to be fucked by Castiel until the end of time. Dean felt his body tense and release. It is a white, hot blankness, no words or thoughts; he is just filled with a familiar tingly pleasure. Everything just feels wonderful and completely slack.

Cas moves in and out of Dean a few more times pushing his used and limp body up and down the bed a bit till his comes inside of Dean. Cas breaths out and lets himself be taken over by pleasure.

The room is full of their breaths, if they were inside a bottle it would be full of fog and confessions unsaid but understood.

Cas is the first to recover and undoes Dean's handcuffs and blindfold. Then he begins to massage life back into Dean's limbs

Dean murmurs "its fine, just lay with me."

Cas smiles, and Dean smiles until Cas does not move, and Dean realizes it is not a smile, but a smirk.

Dean makes his best attempt at a glare after what could be the best orgasm of his life.

He says sugary sweet and dripping with sarcasm, "Please."

OOOOOkay, should this be the last chapter? I am kinda liking this ONE thing. Should I start it under a new story or continue on? let me know and thanks for all the follows and favs. Yall are awesome!