The smell of coffee filled the air, mingling with the aroma of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and the sweet cinnamon smell of spiced buns and muffins. Dean tucked into his plate filled with syrup choked pancakes, as sounds of satisfied approval filled the air around him, eyes closed momentarily as the sweet syrup mingled with the more savoury pancakes.
Castiel watched him, eyes trained in intense scrutiny, tongue licking out over a full bottom lip, every time that Dean took a fresh bite. His eyes were large, intense, hungry, but the hunger was more for Dean than the pancakes the hunter was eating, enjoying.
"Dude, are you sure you don't want some?" Dean asked, mouth full, cheeks slightly bulging, before his tongue licked out to catch a stray drop of syrup.
Castiel shook his head, wordlessly, didn't trust himself to make a coherent sentence at that moment, too ruled by the erection pressed against his pants.
"Are you sure?" the hunter teased, as he cut off a bite size chunk and held it out to Castiel, to tempt him.
Surprisingly, the angel leant forward, took the bite sized piece from the fork Dean still held, before he sat back in his own chair, eyes closed momentarily as he chewed slowly. He licked a stray droplet of syrup, a few crumbs of pancake from his full lips, before he swallowed, smiled appreciatively. His eyes opened, blinked, looked a little distant, blinked again, and slowly came into focus once more.
"Good?" Dean asked, as a small smile tugged at his lips, brightened his expression for a moment.
"It was very good," Castiel said, surprised that he'd even liked something as simple as pancakes.
Dean held another forkful of pancake towards the angel, syrup almost dropping to the otherwise clean tabletop. Castiel leant forward just in time, to snag the mouthful before the syrup had a chance to fall. He drew it off the fork slowly, eyes trained on Dean's, turned dark with sudden lust, hunger, need, and Dean's cock gave an interested jerk.
The sight of Castiel eating alone was enough to turn Dean on, but to actually hand feed the angel ...? That was another ball game entirely for the hunter. He was suddenly glad that the diner was almost empty, that Sam was not there to make fun, trade snarky comments with Dean and Castiel both. A groan of want fell from slightly parted lips as Dean watched as Castiel turned the simple act of eating a mouthful of pancake into an almost pornographic moment.
He chewed slowly on a piece of pancake himself, but didn't take his eyes from Castiel. He offered a spare fork to the angel, but Castiel didn't take any notice of the offered cutlery, just seemed to want Dean to feed him instead.
Dean complied, first giving the angel a bite, before he took one for himself. Both grunted out in satisfaction, both licked their lips and chewed slowly, both closed their eyes at the same moment. The pancakes were soon gone, demolished by hungry hunter and appreciative angel, before Dean finally stood, dropped dollar bills on the table to pay for the meal.
He turned to leave, cast a look back at the angel, watched him as he stood to follow Dean from the diner, door shutting firmly behind them. Dean practically dragged Castiel into a nearby alleyway, mouth pressed hungrily to Castiel's lips, mewling sounds of need, of want filled the air around them, as Castiel kissed Dean back, lips parted, tongues danced, entwined, tasted each other. Castiel moaned loudly when Dean ground his hips against his, ground his erection against the angel's, created friction that made them both whimper. Dean repeated the gesture, ground harder, and Castiel's hands clutched convulsively at Dean's body, drew him closer, ran swiftly down Dean's back, across his ass, upwards again.
Dean stole another kiss, lips worked greedily at lips, tongues fucked into each other's mouths, hips ground against hips in a sinuous dance of mindless pleasure. They went uninterrupted, as hands explored willing bodies, hips ground, tongues fucked, groans and cries slipped past sucking, biting lips. Finally, Castiel came, spurted his release into his pants, with a cry of Dean's name into the hunter's open mouth, cried out again when another orgasm rocked his slender body moments later. Dean strained, held back, tried to resist his own orgasm, but couldn't hold on for long when Castiel was pliant and willing against him. He came, coated his boxers with his release, pulled away from Castiel to shout out the angel's name to the skies overhead.
He leant into Castiel's waiting arms, receptive body, chests heaving and straining, as moans still dropped from lust filled throats, hands touched, eyes locked together. So much passed between them without the need for actual words - things such as love, want, need and I can't live without you.
Castiel kissed Dean one last time, before a policeman strolled slowly past the end of the alleyway, clutching a doughnut in one pudgy hand. Although he didn't glance down, didn't notice the angel and hunter still caught in a lover's embrace in the gloom, they decided without exchanging words again to leave, to go somewhere more private, to continue what they had started ...
tbc ...