"Clothes. Off. Now." Each word breathed against the too-hot skin of the Winchester's neck was punctuated with Castiel's blunt fingernails scraping harshly against whatever skin that they could find. Things had started out so simple, with Cas coming to Dean with a problem that he figured only he could help him solve, and now, here they were, with Dean's back scraping against the wood paneling of his bedroom wall, Cas's hips grinding mercilessly into his, desperate for skin-on-skin contact, and any hopes of keeping their clothes in tact laying in shambles along side the clothing that Castiel had already managed to shred from their bodies.
This was a stark contrast from the innocent little puppy-dog-eyed angel that he had been talking to earlier. This was a darker, more urgent version of his beloved best friend, and Dean wasn't sure if he was going to be in Heaven or Hell by the time this was over. The only thing he was sure of was that he didn't care, so long as Cas didn't stop.
"Can't strip when you're g-grinding on me, man..." He hated that his voice cracked there at the end, but sweet Lord, Cas was driving him mad with the constantly changing rotation of his hips. For a virginal angel, he certainly knew his way around Dean's body. Not that he was complaining, mind you...
"Fine," came the deep, almost possessive growl. Castiel made quick but sloppy work of removing Dean's button down flannel and black t-shirt. He wasted no time in plunging his hand down into the other's pants just as soon as he got them pried open, bypassing the boxers and wrapping his hand firmly around the base of the other's length, elicting a delightful groan of pleasure from Dean in response.
"My...you've c-changed... Did our little lesson work?" Dean was not one to stand idly by when about to be fucked...actually, he'd always been the dominant one in his relationships, so this was completely new for him... so he busied himself with tearing the trench coat from the angel's shoulders, his own blunt nails ripping down his back and tearing through the white button down that he wore beneath the coat. He could feel the muscle ripple beneath his fingers, as he drug his nails slowly back up, framing his spine.
"Shut up, Dean." Castiel was through beating around the bush...so to speak. He cocked his head to the side and bit down harshly on the soft, tender flesh just between Dean's neck and shoulder, effectively cutting off any smart ass reply that he may have been cooking up at the time. The tighter than tight jeans that he always wore offered no space for movement, causing frustration to crease at the other's brow.
Reluctantly, he forced himself away from Dean, completely removing his body from touching the other all together. The needy whimper that subconsciously left Dean's lips, paired with the half-lidded expression and breathy way that he was panting awoke something damn near primal inside of the Warrior's body. Manually removing their clothes was taking too damn long. Cas needed him -now-.
Before Dean could blink, or even register what was going on, Cas had him flat on his back on the bed, completely naked except for the thin black cord that he wore around one wrist. He hoisted himself up onto his elbows just in time to see Castiel crawling up from the bottom of the bed like a -fucking tiger on the prowl-. He didn't think it was possible to get any harder, but damn, somehow he'd managed.
"I'm going to rip you apart, Dean Winchester, and you are going to be screaming my name by the time I'm done with you." His hands were on either side of Dean's head, making him feel strangely vulnerable. Wait, hadn't he said he wanted him to be vulnerable? Or was that the girl? Oh, who the fuck cares, shut up and let this happen!
He dipped his head, pressing a feather light kiss to the very corner of Dean's lips, then trailing a line of similar feather light kisses from his jawline, down his neck and collarbone, to the expanse of his chest and down to his navel. He dipped his tongue into the curve of his belly button before lowering himself further, expanding his exploration to include the other's inner thighs, each time getting an inch closer to the throbbing member at his center, but each time, avoiding it intentionally. He was silently getting off on the groans of frustration mixed with anticipation coming from the quivering man beneath him.
"Tell me what you want." He was mocking him, using a line from their earlier 'exercise' and turning it into a game. Dean's hands balled into fists at his sides, his teeth sinking into his lower lip when Cas blew silently over the slightly moistened tip of his length. "Tell me, Dean, or there's no sense in me being here. You said that you needed me...well, tell me what you need."
"Y-You. Damnit, Cas, I need you!" Dean didn't know what frustrated him more, the fact that he was being forced to admit what he knew the angel already knew, or that he was actually -laughing- at him, the bastard!
"Yes, I know that. But what do you really -need-? Do you need me to heal you?" He traced his tongue along the dip where his leg met his pelvis. "Do you need me to hold you?" A few nips to his sensitive inner thigh. "What. Do. You. Need?" Each word paused by a single, teasing lick to the underside of his member.
He couldn't take it anymore. "Damnit Cas, just fuck me! Make me yours, fuck me til I can't walk straight in the morning, just fucking TOUCH ME!"
"As you wish," Cas smirked, the look alone enough to make Dean almost cream right then and there as if he were still a damn teenager that couldn't control his bodily urges. He shifted backward, sliding off the bed and causing yet another strangled cry of frustration and confusion to leave Dean's lips. "Relax... I'm going to take good care of you."
Cas wrapped his hands around Dean's ankles and jerked him downward toward the edge of the bed, to where his legs were draped onto either side of his hips. He lifted the other's hips, hand splayed against his lower back, palm glowing and sending a radiating warmth into the other's virginal channel. He knew it would be far too painful to carry on without some sort of aid, and he was fairly certain that Dean didn't keep lube stashed around the bedroom. He judged by the low grunts of pleasure coming from the man above him that it was working, and while he was distracted by the low hum of warming pleasure, he removed his hand and jerked his hips down hard, impaling himself in his new lover's body.
"Sonofa-!" Dean's back arched off the bed, elicting another groan from Cas as the action only caused the angel to slip in to the full hilt. He stayed still, despite his thighs trembling with the urge to fuck Dean into the mattress, but he was going to give him time to adjust to his size. He refused to hurt him...more than he probably already had, anyway.
"Move," he gasped, gyrating his hips to try and get any sort of added sensation, the pain had nearly faded and the pleasurable agony of waiting was driving him insane. "For fucks sake, Cas, move!"
And move he did. He gripped Dean's hips almost as hard as he had when he'd first jerked him from the depths of Hell and started to pound into him. His brother, Gabriel, had joked with him once or twice about men having a similar 'secret spot' inside them that would make them see stars when found. He assumed he had located such spot when Dean threw his head back into the mattress, mouth falling open in a silent scream. So, he did just as any person would do when discovering something interesting.
He did it again. Dean's body was unbelievably tight, gripping him like a perfectly matched glove and milking him for all he was worth. Dean was clawing, at the bed, at Cas himself, at anything that he could reach as the levels of pleasure grew higher and higher, and higher still.
But Cas wanted them to come together, and he wasn't nearly done with him. Just as Dean was about to reach his climax, Cas wrapped his hand nearly painfully tight around the base of his dick, keeping the hold until he was sure that he was no longer in the 'danger zone'.
"What the fuck, Cas?!" He seemed outraged, which only made him smirk. That smirk...so sexy, so rare... so undeniably Cas. "I'm not nearly through with you yet, Winchester." Dean felt a shiver snake down his spine, first from the tone of Cas's voice, then another when the cool, damp air of the bedroom hit his exposed opening as Cas removed himself from his body. He was about to protest when he felt himself being spun, literally, onto his hands and knees. His face was shoved down into the bedspread, Cas's hand pressing onto the back of his neck, and then he was being fucked again, harder and more urgent than last time. It didn't take long for Cas to relocate his prostate, pistoning in and out until Dean was certain he was going to explode into a million tiny little pleasurable pieces.
And then his damn hand wrapped around him again. He groaned out, pathetically, he was certain, but instead of cutting off his orgasm, Cas seemed to be aiding him in reaching it. He stroked him hard and fast, seeimingly trying to keep in time with his thrusts, though his rhythm was a little bit off. Dean didn't care, he was too far lost in the unbelievable bliss that was being thrust upon him. ...Literally.
"You're going to come for me, Dean... we're going to fall over the edge together. I'm going to make you mine, forever. You will be bound to me and only me." He bit down on the other's shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, as he thrusted hard one last time into his ass. Cas's name fell from Dean's lips in a half-scream, half-moan as he, too, fell over the edge of oblivion and finally shattered in orgasmic bliss.
"I...did not know you had that in you..." He breathed, when he could finally catch his breath, anyway, as he lay with his head on Castiel's chest, both enjoying the afterglow of some of the most mindblowing sex Dean had ever experienced. "You're sure you were a virgin before this?"
Castiel just chuckled, his fingers lazily coasting up and down Dean's arm. "Yes, Dean, I was."
The emerald-eyed Hunter rolled his eyes slightly and shifted just a little to get more comfortable. "Couple of things, though. One, we should probably warn Sammy next time, because I think we scarred him for life if he heard us."
"Very well." Though this thought didn't seem to bother him too deeply. "And the other thing?"
It was Dean's turn to smirk now. "Next time, I'm on top."