I had this written last night but wifi wouldn't let me put it up, I'm so freaking sorry ugh.
The good news is that I'm gonna be giving you another chapter in less than 48 hours now. Plus this is drawing to a close anyways so I think we're all fine. Right? Well, that being said, PLEASE comment or kudos. I'm going to work on making a graphic for this fic tonight probably.
A week later, Dean was certain that he was ready to make love to Castiel.
They hadn't done anything more since the mutual blowjobs, (blowing Cas had been absolutely amazing for him, by the way) but they'd hung out more and talked more and Dean was even more certain every day that Cas was what was best for him. He wanted Cas so badly, give all of himself and receive all of his partner in return. He just... wasn't sure how to go about bringing the topic up.
Consent was obviously something crucial, but he didn't just want to awkwardly ask if Cas wanted to get porked or something. That seemed pretty darn mood killing before there even was a mood to kill, and he didn't want to say something that would make the foreplay super awkward. He wanted to have it hot and maybe a little gentle but definently not awkward. He'd had awkward hookups before, and it never really ended well.
He was, however, at a dilemma of what to do. He knew Cas was asexual, and he didn't want to pressure him into anything he didn't want to do, Cas might need to be in a specific mood or something to be comfortable. He was afraid that if he put Cas on the spot and it wasn't the right time and they ended up doing something, Cas might regret it and it could put a huge roadblock in their relationship. Not to mention Dean knew he would feel like a giant douche and didn't want to be that kind of guy.
So, he was more than relieved when Cas brought it up himself.
They had been sitting on the couch, watching Star Wars. Cas was firmly situated right in front of Dean, pressed up against him, spooning like an old married couple. The last Star Wars Cas had to see was in the player, and almost over. Cas was paying rapt attention, and Dean used that to his advantage.
Dean was simply observing Cas; watching his chest rise, eyes raking up and down the contours of his body, softly pressing forward. Cas's body was radiating delicious heat, and his concentration on the movie never faltered. He was entirely absorbed in everything, and Dean loved it. He had never loved anyone more than he loved Cas in that moment; his skin, his face, how he hadn't said a word in the last two hours, how Dean knew that he was going to go into a lengthy discussion about the plot dynamic after it was done, that Dean would barely be able to keep up with but enjoy every second of. God, everything about this just screamed Cas.
The credits finally rolled, and Cas shifted. Dean scooted back a little, letting Cas turn around. He looped his arm around Cas's waist to make sure that even if he moved a little too fast or lost his balance, he wouldn't fall. He looked down into Cas's beautiful blue eyes and smiled a bit. Cas frowned.
"Dean, I'm very happy with our current situation, but there's something that's confusing me. Why haven't you initiated coitus yet?" Castiel asked, looking confused. Dean felt his mouth drop open a little bit, eyebrows raising. He stayed like that for a good thirty seconds before it finally sunk in.
"I- I mean, I want to, I just, uh- I didn't want to push you and end up with you regretting anything. I am entirely ready whenever you are-" Dean was cut off by a kiss. Cas's hand moving from Cas's side to Dean's, then slowly working it's way around to his stomach and chest. Cas deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slowly coax Dean's into responding. His hips eventually began a slow rock against Dean's leg, cock slowly thickening.
He pulled away, and his face was flushed. He was panting hard. Once he finally caught his breath, he said, "Dean, as long as you feel ready, I would like you to fuck me."
Dean looked at Cas's swollen lips, unruly hair, and he felt the half-hard bulge against his leg. Cas was compliant and willing and being just a tad bit bossy at the same time, (a combination Dean didn't even know existed,) and Dean was more ready than he had ever been. Quickly, he grabbed Cas's face and pulled him into a bruising kiss, tongue asserting itself into the other man's mouth as things heated up. Cas's hand that had been feeling along his chest and shoulders slowly moved down Dean's body to grope at his crotch, and he let out a little whine of surprise and want, breaking the kiss. Cas looked vaguely surprised at the noise. Dean was flat-out embarassed.
"Do you like that?" Cas questioned. Not a real question, of course. For once, Cas was being figurative. To illustrate that he was, he gave Dean's crotch a rough fondle, and Dean sucked in a sharp breath. "You're more submissive than I originally presumed."
"I am not submissive." Dean lied. Cas gave his crotch a small squeeze in response, slowly beginning to rub up against him through the fabric. The loud keen that came out of Dean's mouth was the worst evidence ever if he was trying to prove he wasn't. Dean found himself gripping Cas's broad shoulders, looking into his lust-filled eyes as Cas slowly rubbed him through the fabric. It didn't take thirty more seconds until he was entirely hard and aching against the fabric of his jeans, and he reached down to physically stop Cas.
"What's the matter? Can't stop yourself from cumming?" Cas challenged. Dean, in retaliation, (very carefully) rolled them over so that he was straddling Cas on the couch before he pinned Cas's hands above his head, so that he couldn't move.
"We'll see who's submissive." Dean growled, leaning down to kiss Cas again. He didn't linger this time, simply chastely pushing before he moved along, beginning to trail hot, wet kisses down Cas's jaw, slowly and sensually licking along his skin. He bit and nibbled, picking a place just below Cas's collar bone to stop and suck, nipping and licking as he breathed hot air on Cas's skin.
As he did, one of his hands moved to holding both of Cas's, and the other trailed down to his chest, slowly sliding further and further south until it reached it's destination. He flat-out unzipped Cas's pants, and Castiel squirmed in anticipation against him. Dean reached in and took out his rapidly hardening length, giving it a few slow and tender pumps before beginning to give special attention to the head, rubbing over it to the same rhythm as he was sucking Cas's neck with.
Cas let out a small groan, closing his eyes. His head fell back, giving Dean more access to his neck, and his hips eagerly bucked up against Dean's hand. Dean stoped his sucking and smiled against Cas's skin, letting out a deep chuckle. He slowly raised his head to gaze into Cas's still lust-filled eyes, showing challenge. God, he never imagined it to be like this. They were both taking each other so far apart it wasn't even funny. Cas was slowly working his way under Dean's skin in a way that nobody ever had before. And Dean loved every fucking minute of it.
"You're looking a little impatient." Dean teases, leaning forward for another possessive kiss. A warm trail of saliva connects them as they part, and Dean knows he's mostly talk here. His cock is throbbing against his clothes, and he was about ten seconds away from suggesting that they go ahead and take it to the bedroom. Cas nodded his head, allowing the comment.
"Do you want to take this somewhere else or do you have intents of fucking me on the couch?" Cas questioned. Dean couldn't stop himself from going a little weak in the knees at the deep rumble of Cas's voice, the timbre being the most potent aphrodisiac he'd ever encounter. And god,Dean wasn't sure. He'd like to fuck Cas on the bed, but the way Cas had said it when he suggested the couch was so damn hot he barely knew what to do with himself. He shook his head to clear it.
"Let's go." He finally decided, standing up. He offered his hand to Castiel, who eagerly took it and allowed himself to be pulled up. Cas tucked his dick into his pants discreetly as they walked, not wanting the rub of fabric to make him any more sensitive than he already was.
Dean led them back to the bed, hurrying a bit as he tried to keep himself under control. He finally reached the door and his hands were shaking with anticipation as he threw it open, pulling Cas into the room before shutting it with his foot behind him. He pushed Cas onto the bed, reaching down to grasp his own shirt and pulled it off, watching as Cas eagerly did the same.
Dean straddled him, taking his hands and pinning them to the bed as he slowly began to grind against Cas. The layers of clothing caused Cas to growl in frustration, and he used his strength to flip them. Once he was settled on Dean's hips, (Dean looking mildly impressed and a little confused as to how that happened) he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, rolling off of his partner so that he could shimmy out of them. As soon as his were off, he sat up and practically attacked Dean's, unbuttoning them and pulling them down with scary preciseness.
"You're so beautiful." Dean found himself mumbling, as he took in Cas's naked body. He willingly let his clothes be stripped off, his cock rising to curve seductively against his stomach, red and needy. Cas looked a little thrown off by the comment, but it didn't stop him from climbing back over and pushing their hips together, hissing at the feel of Dean's cock against his own.
Dean flipped them back over at this point, Cas's hungry eyes getting to be too much. He was impatient as hell to be buried in Cas's ass, joined together. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed the strawberry lube, popping it open and immediately coating three fingers with the stuff. He lets Cas scoot up on the bed, and he's kissing down Cas's body, leaving a trail of pecks as he reaches his destination.
Dean gently spread Cas's legs, leaning down to flick his tongue against the head of Cas's cock. Cas relaxed some, his hands moving down to tangle in Dean's hair. Dean lay his head affectionately against Cas's thigh as his finger slowly got closer and closer to it's goal, and eventually pressed against Cas's entrance.
He licked a stripe up Cas's manhood as he slowly pushed the finger in, to distract from the slight discomfort. Once he was entirely in, he took Cas in his mouth and started running his tongue along the veins, making Cas moan and yank his hair. Dean felt his dick give a dull twitch against the fabric; Cas's hands in his hair combined with how hot and soft it was inside of him was really doing things to Dean. He was putting all of his self control into trying to be patient with this, for Cas's sake.
He moved the first in and out a couple of times, sucking as he did. Once Cas was sufficiently loose, Dean pressed in a second finger. He slowly began to scissor and pump them in and out, bobbing his head up and down on Cas's cock. Finally, Cas bucked up, and he forcibly pulled Dean away.
Dean felt a rough tug on his hair and let out a moan as Cas's member slipped out of his mouth, his eyes drifting up to hold Cas's gaze. He was sweaty and panting and looked pretty darn fucked out already, for which Dean was immensely proud.
"If you don't fuck me this instant I will leave." Cas threatened. Dean gave a chuckle, more than eager to get things started himself. He crawled back up the bed to Cas, jumping in surprise as a pair of strong legs came up to wrap around his waist. He connected their lips savagely, tongue digging into Cas's mouth and exploring eagerly.
He lined up his member with Cas's entrance, reaching down to wipe what was left of the lube onto himself. Once he was sure he'd left enough that it wouldn't be too dry for Cas, he slowly began to shove in, fingers digging into Cas's shoulders as he slowly did.
Inch by inch he buried himself, slowly sinking down to the hilt. Once he was entirely seated, he broke away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against Cas's and letting out a groan. Cas looked entirely unfazed at this point, still sweaty and lusty, but he was relaxed well enough that it didn't hurt all too bad. They panted together for a good thirty seconds, Dean reveling in the tight velvet currently encasing him, before Cas finally spoke up.
"Move, Dean." He requested, shifting his hips. Dean took a sharp breath, steadying himself before he began to slowly, ever so slowly, pull back out. Once he was to the tip, he gave a small and shallow thrust back in, surprised when Cas gave a small sound of approval. He kept their foreheads pressed together, looking deeply into his partners eyes as he began the slow and steady rhythm, hips gliding forward and backward.
It wasn't long until he adjusted angles, and Cas gave a small gasp, letting his head fall back. His body tensed against Dean, his arms going up to grip Dean's forearms. "There, again. Please." He begged.
Dean smirked, increasing his pace and aiming for the spot. Cas gave a long groan, nails digging into Dean's forearms. Dean roughly connected their lips as he increased the pace he had set, steadily drilling into the place in Cas that made him squirm. Soon, Cas was a moaning and panting mess underneath him, hips working with Dean's as they both felt the heat and pleasure building.
"Like this, huh?" Dean mumbled, groaning himself. Cas was hot and tight and he was barely restraining himself from going faster, wanting Cas to beg for it. But god, Cas fit him like a glove. He was wrapped so tightly around his cock that Dean could barely form the sentences he was spewing, moaning and groaning Cas's name in between. It didn't help that Cas was just as eagerly returning the noises, leaning up to connect their lips or foreheads occasionally. Whenever he did, Dean couldn't help himself from going just a little faster. "You like my cock filling you up?"
"Yes, and if you don't make it fill me up faster and harder right now, you'll regret it." Cas growled. Dean felt his dick literally throb inside of Cas as the commanding words met his ears, and he couldn't hold himself back any longer.
He started pounding into Cas hard and fast, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin picking up in pace. Cas's whole body was shaking from the pleasure, his eyes shut tightly as he tried to keep some of his louder noises to himself. He assumed any neighbors they had on this floor would be filing a noise complaint either way.
Dean felt himself nearing the edge, and he grabbed Castiel's hard cock in his right hand, beginning to pump Cas in time with his thrusts. Dean's brutal pace in combination with the way his hand was milking Cas's cock had Cas moaning loudly, Dean's name falling from his lips like praise as he felt the heat threaten to consume all rational thought. Dean's rhythm was unraveling him quicker than he had planned.
"You gonna cum? You gonna cum on my cock? With me buried inside you?" Dean growled possesively, biting the side of Cas's neck and sucking hard, leaving a second bruise. Cas moaned out, the obscene idea making him want to beg for more. "You love me buried inside you, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, Dean." Cas moaned, finally letting go. Pleasure was sparking out through his entire body, so much it was almost painful. He wanted to release, and then he wanted Dean to cum so hard inside him it'd take days to all come out. He needed it like he needed the air he was breathing. "Faster."
"Cum for me." Dean growled possessively. With that, Cas finally let go.
Pleasure rippled up through his body as all his muscles collectively tensed, his orgasm rippling through him. Long white strands of silky cum flowed out as he moaned Dean's name, feeling Dean lose his rhythm and hearing his own name returned as Dean's cum was pumped inside of him, making him even feel more full than before. He panted, coming down, as Dean collapsed on top of him, both of them still connected.
They stayed silent for a few moments, no words needing to be said. The cum on their chests (Cas's cum, Dean thought happily) started to dry and become sticky. Dean slowly slipped his softened member out of Cas and rolled over, letting out a long sigh. His whole body felt nice.
"Cas, I think we should do that again sometime." He said. Cas hummed in agreement, already looking pretty damn tired from the workout. Dean decided that he couldn't let Cas go to sleep covered in cum and slowly got up himself, legs wobbling. "I'll be right back."
He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel, coating it in water. He slowly sauntered back into the room, almost dropping the towel at what he saw.
Cas was putting on his underwear, and standing, looking for his pants. Dean's brows pulled together as he brought over the towel, thrusting it into Cas's hands. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Isn't this the part where I'm supposed to leave?" Cas asked. Dean would have been hurt, had Cas not actually looked fairly confused at the question. He thought back to how Cas hadn't actually had much sexual experience, and wondered if everyone he'd slept with had either kicked him out or hightailed it as soon as they were done. The thought was actually sort of depressing.
"No, this isn't a fuck and run, buddy. I mean, you can if you want to, but I'd prefer you to stay." Dean said, trying not to sound too controlling. He wanted Cas to do what made him comfortable. But, of course, he also wanted Cas to stay and spoon. Dean was feeling slightly emotional after their first time.
"Okay. Well, what are we going to do?" Cas asked. He looked confused again, and he finally unfroze his hands, working to clear the cum off of his stomach.
"Well, I'm going to take a nap. You look tired as hell too, so we should probably both lay down." Dean said, collapsing in the sheets. It wasn't long until he felt a small shift in weight distribution behind him, and he knew that Cas was on the bed. After a few minutes of awkwardly waiting, Dean finally realized he was going to have to explain what he wanted.
"Cas, you should probably go ahead and touch me. Don't be shy, I'm not gonna bite. If you wanna, I don't know, spoon or something, that's fine." Dean elaborated. He waited, but all he got was a hand thrown loosely around his shoulder.
"I don't know what you mean." Cas said. Dean gave a deep sigh, moving backwards. Skin pressed up against skin as he fit his body to Cas's, and Cas molded to him. Once they were both settled, he felt warm and nice and a little bit better about the whole situation.
"There we go." He said. He was pleased to find that Cas had slipped off his underwear again, so their contact was entirely skin-on skin. Dean was a little embarassed at being the small spoon, (especially to someone shorter than him) but he got over it, concentrating instead on just how right it felt to have Cas there. Finally, he was entiely relaxed, and felt his eyes droop closed.
"Dean?" Cas asked. Dean hummed in response. "I find this much more pleasant than leaving."
Dean smiled just the smallest bit.