Title: Time
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sub!Dean tied to bed, waiting for Cas to come back home from work. Vibrator shove up him, cockring on.
Notes: Unbeat'd. Do not try this at home without the consent of your partner. This is considered heavy BDSM play considering the Dom was not there to make sure the sub was ok, and the sub did not have any way to safeword. Do not attempt this.
It had been hours; hours of mindless pleasure running through him with no release. The head of Dean's cock was purple with held release, vibrator still happily buzzing. He didn't know if he could last much longer.
This morning had been no different from others. Both of them rising with the blaring alarm clock just to have sleepy morning sex in bed. After they'd both came, Cas got out of bed to take a shower, Dean rolling back over to fall asleep in post-orgasm haze.
The next thing Dean was aware of was Cas shoving the vibrator in his already loosened entrance, the toy just the right amount of lubed. He tugged on his hands and feet, trying to figure out what was going on, but Cas just grinned wide at his struggle. He turned the vibrator on, kissed his forehead and left Dean just like thus with no end in sight.
Dean was going to kill him.
The sound of a door being unlocked and opened jarred Dean momentarily from his daze, his hips thrusting up once again trying to get friction. Dean heard the bedroom door open, and someone's breathe catching in their throat.
Green eyes, cloudy and unfocused rolling around, trying to get a glimpse of Castiel. When his eyes finally landed on Castiel, Dean drunk him in, eyes running over the suit covered body, tie backwards and a small ink stain under the shirt pocket. He finally stopped on Cas' eyes, startlingly blue and half-lidded with desire and lust.
Dean arched his back, straining against his bonds. Settling back down was a mistake because the vibrator pushed deeper and buzzed insistently against his prostate. He could hold back the moan that time, voice cracking.
Cas was there in a flash, finger running deftly over his tie, loosing it before throwing it somewhere behind him. Fingers came down to unbutton his shirt, giving up on the last few buttons – opting to just rip it.
Cas undid his pants, stepping out of them before crawling his way up Dean's body. Dean arched up, trying desperately to get friction.
"You look so good like this, Dean. Tied up and just waiting for me to get home." He trialed his fingers down Dean's side, paying special attention to his nipple and trail of curls that lead to his prize. He combed through the downy hair softly, listening to the small whimpers and groans that slipped out of Dean's mouth.
"So desperate for it," Cas murmured, hand finally gripping the base.
"Please," Dean gasped, thrusting up into Cas' fist.
Cas smirked, hand tightening painfully. He stroked in time with Dean's thrust, thumbing over the slit softly with each upstroke.
"Please," Dean moaned again.
"After I fuck you," Cas promised. He pulled his hand off, trialing down to the vibrator. "How did it feel, baby," Cas purred. "How did it feel, tied down, stuffed full, with no release." He turned the vibrator up and Dean practically howled.
Cas thrusted it in once more before pulling it out, turning it off. He set the vibrator aside, thrusting tow fingers in Dean's hole unceremoniously. "Look at you," Cas breathed. "All loose and wet around me. I bet I could just thrust in to you, no prep or lube needed."
Dean moaned again, hips gyrating, trying to get Cas' fingers in deeper.
"Such a slut for it," Cas laughed breathlessly.
Dean thrust down harder before he spoke, voice completely wrecked. "Please just fuck me, please!"
Cas withdrew his fingers, smearing the lube over his hard flesh. He titled Dean's hips up, hand guiding his cock to Dean's sloppy hole.
He slipped in slowly, groaning at the tight heat that encased him. Jesus fucking Christ Dean was tight. "So tight Dean, so hot."
Dean panted, eyes slipping shut in pleasure. He thrust upward, taking more of Cas' cock. Please Cas, I need – please," He groaned out, voice cracking.
Cas finally bottomed out, balls nestled against Dean's cheeks. He drew back slowly, until only the head remained, then thrust forward harshly, headboard slamming against the wall.
"Is this what you want Dean? Huh?" Cas whispered dirtily. Cas leaned backwards, hips angled upwards, thrusting until he found Dean's prostate.
Dena screamed, back arching off the bed after a particular thrust and Cas knew he hit that spot. Is that the spot? Mhm? Does that feel good?" Cas murmured filthily, hips still pistoning in and out of Dean's hole.
"Please Cas, I need to – please take it off," Dean babbled, hands tightening in his restraints.
Cas felt heat coiling low n his belly, balls drawing up. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Dean's as he felt his orgasm run through him, come painting inside Dean.
He pulled back, eyes ghosting over Dean's body. Dean looked completely fucked out. His hair was tousled, lips bright red and bruised, wrist rubbed raw from restraints, and cock still hard, curling towards his belly with a silver ring encasing the case.
Dean jerked his head to the side, whimpering. "I need to come Cas, please."
Castiel trialed his hand down Dean's shaft slowly. "You did so well today, Dean. I guess you can come." Cas plucked the cockring off. "Come, Dean."
White exploded behind Dean's eyes and blood pounded in his ears. Come splattered against his chest as he spasmed, aftershocks running through him.
Cas pulled out of Dean hole with a pop, softened cock rubbing against Dean's thigh. He reached up to undo Dean's wrist, kissing and rubbing the raw skin. He stood up, moving backwards to do the same thing with Dean's feet.
Dean gazed up at him blearily. He opened his arms, and Cas went willingly into them curling up next to Dean. Cas chuckled softly, "Always want your post-sex cuddles don't you?"
Dean just grunted in reply, arms tightening over Cas' waist.
"Ten minutes then we need to get cleaned up." Cas whispered softly.
"I love you." Dean said, curling tighter around Castiel, hand laid on his chest.
Castiel smiled, kissing the top of his head. "I love you, too."