Title: Yes, Master

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt: Dom!Cas and Sub!Dean a little bdsm please?

Notes: Unbeta'd. If you would like to request a prompt like this(or not like this, idc) you can reach me on my tumblr page which is linked in my profile.

The first think that registers in Dean's lust-hazed brain is the loud smack of his belt as it hits against his back. Then comes the sting, and oh god it stings.

How he got in this position is slightly fuzzy – the last he remembers was when Cas ordered him to his knees – but he doesn't want it to end. He's riding the knifes edge of pain and pleasure and it feels fucking amazing.

"Dean." Cas' voice is firm and commanding and it jerks Dean out of his head space. The whimper he lets out id the closest Cas is going to get out acknowledgement because he doesn't think he could speak even if someone paid him.

Cas smiles, amused, at the whimper while he leans down to grab Dean's hair and jerk his face up. "Dean," he says again because that is not the proper way to address his master/lover while they're playing.

Dean's mouth is dry and throat hoarse from screaming but he addresses Cas properly because he know he will be punished if he doesn't. "Yes, Master?"

Cas still hasn't dropped the amused smile, crouching down to level his face with Dean's, hands still gripped tightly in his hair. "You did so well, Dean." His other hand still clutching belt runs up Dean's flank, running over the red welts. "Do you think you've deserved to come yet?"

Dean knows it's a trick question, that either yes or no he won't get to, but it still takes more effort than he's willing to admit to stop himself from nodding earnestly.

"Only if you think I have, Master.:

Cas' smirk softens into a loving smile, hands coming to cup his face carefully like handling a precious china doll. He places a chaste kiss against Dean's lips; fingers ghosting over his spine. "You did so well, Dean," he said, repeating himself. "You just laid there and took it, just like you were ordered to. Sat there moaning and screaming, just begging for more."

Dean shifts his knees from where he's kneeling to look under his lashes at Castiel. "Please, Master, please can I come?"

Dean's voice is still hoarse but his begging does the trick when he sees Castiel's sapphire eyes darkening.

"You can come after you suck me off," Cas says, voice low and demanding, standing up.

Dean doesn't hesitate to comply, mouth already watering in anticipation. If there was one thing Dean could do for the rest of his life it would be kneeling between Cas' legs sucking his cock. He always went onto his knees in front of Castiel with reverence, and always stared at his cock like a church-goer in the face of a god-given miracle – this time no different.

Dean's fingers are nimble and unzip Cas with practiced ease. Cas' cock pokes through the waist band of his boxers, already painfully hard and leaking pre-come. Dean trails his hands up Cas' hips for a moment before slowly pulling down the jeans and boxers watching as Cas' cock bobs slightly. He hisses at the cold, and Dean doesn't hesitate to react, trying to warm his Master's cock.

Dean's hand grips the base, tongue running along the head dipping in the slit. That pulls a moan from Castiel, hands coming up to thread themselves through Dean's hair, tugging insistently until Dean relents his teasing and closes his mouth around the head and sucks.

Cas full-out groans, hand tightening impossibly hard while Dean takes more of him into his mouth, not stopping until Cas hits the back of his throat. Looking up, Dean ask with his eyes permission to move. With a small nod Dean bobs his head, swallowing when it hits his throat, desperately trying to finish Cas off.

He runs his tongue along the underside following the vein before he pulls off to run his tongue around the head before dipping into the slit again. He goes back to bobbing, alternating between that and tonguing the head.

To be fair, Cas last two rounds of the deep-throating and tonguing before he loses all control. Grasping the back of Dean's head he thrust forward, fucking into Dean's mouth. Dean just relaxes and lets castile take control, trying desperately to ignore his own arousal.

Castiel comes a minute later with one last thrust into Dean's mouth before pulling out, humming softly as he watches Dean swallow.

"Dean." Cas' voice is back to controlling and commanding and Dean's dick throbs desperately hard. Crouching down again Cas stares him in the eyes and speaks. "Come."

White light floods behind Dean's eyes as he comes, hard and untouched, splattering all over the ground in from of Cas. He gasps for air, hand gripping his thighs tightly as his body jerks, riding the aftershocks of orgasm.

Castiel hums again, running his fingers gently through Dean's hair as he waits for him to open his eyes.

After a minute or two, green eyes open with a blessed out expression still painted on his face.

"I love you," Cas whispers, kissing Dean deeply, still tasting himself in Dean's mouth.

"I love you, too," Dean responds when they break apart, voice completely fucked out.

Cas smiles softly as he gazes at Dean, standing up and bringing Dean with him. "Let's get you cleaned up," Cas says, kissing Dean again.

A/N: So I lied, sorry. I decided to expand this to include all of my Tumblr prompts so each different kink doesn't clutter up my profile. I will include the pairing and rating and everything else in the top notes. Please read, review, and follow!