AN: Sorry for the delay!
"Uhn...Dean..." Sam keened as he lowered himself down onto his brother's cock. No matter how much they did this, there was nothing Sam loved more than the feel of Dean's dick stuffing him full. Well...maybe that was a slight exaggeration...
"Yeah, Sammy," Dean held him by the hips, pressing him into him a few times before leading him to lie back.
"Wait...wait hang on," Sam said as he tried to adjust himself. "Dean...this...this is not comfortable at all. Maybe if you sat up a bit."
"All right, hang on a sec," Dean said. "Uh...okay, get up for a second." Sam pulled off of him with a grunt, already hating the empty feeling, and Dean moved to lean back on the headboard. "Okay, c'mon." He held out his arms to lead Sam back onto him, helping to lower him down to sit on his cock and then lean back against his chest. Once seated and apparently happy, if the pleased moan was any indication, Dean's arms snaked around his waist. He gripped his brother's cock in one hand and his balls in the other, causing Sam to arch his back, eyes closing as his head fell back.
Sam rolled his hips back and forth, drawing a groan from his older brother. Then he opened his eyes and met the angel's. "Okay, Cas. Come on," Sam told him.
The angel just stood there for a moment, observing them both. "The two of you," he said. "You may be...one of the most beautiful of all creations." Sam was taken aback by the comment, rendered speechless as a blush spread over him.
"You're not so bad, yourself," Dean replied, and Sam could hear the grin in his voice. "Now get that sweet ass over here and ride us."
"Dean!" Sam pinched his arm.
"Hey!" Dean protested.
"It's okay, Sam," Castiel said with a warm smile as he knelt onto the mattress. "I understand Dean's reluctance to take a compliment of that nature."
"Come here, Cas," Sam said, opening his arms in invitation. The angel complied, crawling forward and straddling both pairs of legs. Sam pulled Castiel's face to him, pressing his mouth to his in a slow, passionate kiss.
Dean let out an involuntary moan at the sight of them, yet again. He couldn't help how much it turned him on to see them like this. He pressed his hips up into Sam and slid his arms around him, the tops of his knuckles grazing the angel's skin. He felt Cas's abs twitch and spasm at the touch, heard him moan into Sam's mouth, and he wished there was a fathomable way for him to be kissing them both at the same time. Or hell, he'd settle for one, right now. Instead, he pressed his mouth to Sam's shoulder, grazing his teeth along the skin before suckling it, imagining himself kissing the both of them as one of his hands slid around both of the hard, leaking shafts wedged between the two bodies.
The angel let out a noisy breath at the contact, unwittingly pulling from Sam's mouth and ducking his face into the crook of Sam's neck as he rolled his hips, fucking into Dean's hand and against Sam's thick cock. "Tell me..." he began, mouthing against the Sam's skin. "Tell me if I hurt you, Sam." And it's all the warning Sam got before Cas was biting down on where Sam's neck met his shoulder.
"Guh..." Sam's back arched again, his hands shooting out to grab for purchase; one in Cas's hair and the other squeezing Dean's arm where it was wrapped around him.
"Yeah, Cas. Sammy loves that," Dean encouraged. "Not too hard...fuck...fuck..." he chanted as he pressed repeatedly up into his brother. "Cas, you gotta get him in you. Gotta do it now..."
"Yes," Cas replied, breath coming quick and anxious as he pulled away from Sam enough to hover and aim the man's cock to his opening. He sank down slowly, not because he needed to, but because he was attempting to savor the feeling for a moment.
Sam and Dean watched the angel's face as his eyes closed and his head lolled back. Dean lifted his knees, and therefore Sam's, so that he could put his feet flat on the bed. Castiel's hands planted on both of Sam's legs beside him, using them for leverage as he began a slow bouncing-like motion over Sam's cock.
"Ohhh...fuck," Sam cursed, hissing at the intense pleasure he was being subjected to from both sides. Sam, himself, could really do nothing by lie there and accept what his brother and Cas did. One of his hands still clung to Dean's arm, but the other now splayed over the angel's chest, stroking downward fondly, not yet touching Cas's cock. If he hadn't come not long ago, this would be over in a matter of minutes. But Sam's stamina had greatly increased during his many sessions with Dean. They barely ever needed to use a cock ring anymore. Hardly ever...
Dean was thinking about the same thing, grateful that he'd had plenty of practice with Sam before this event. Not that Dean had ever had trouble in the sex department, or even the stamina department for that matter. But sex with Sam was different. It was more. It had pushed him all the way to the beginning of everything and forced him to start all over again, because in the beginning, Sam could push Dean over the edge in under a minute. Fuck, he still could if he really wanted to. But they'd played so many games, pushed so many limits over the past year and a half with each other, that their systems had adapted; their 'training wheels' no longer needed.
Now throw a bright blue-eyed, gorgeous angel into the mix...an angel whom they both cared as deeply for...showing up with some kind of sexed-up, animalistic urges, and requesting that his saviors be him and Sam? Well...their limits were being tested, as far as stamina went. And oh, but what a way to have your limits tested.
Both brothers were pulled from their scattered thoughts when they felt something unnaturally soft graze over either side of them. Sam gasped at the feel of it, and his eyes shot to Cas's. "Is that... Cas, is that...?"
"Yes," Castiel replied. "They are my wings. I apologize if they frightened you."
"No it..."
"It was just unexpected," Dean finished for him. "Guess we kinda figured there'd be thunder and lightning or something."
"That...is just so that you can see them in the shadows," Castiel revealed. "It would need to be a bit brighter in here in order for that to happen now."
Dean was the first to reach out, gentle fingers finding the soft, strong strands of unseen feathers. He felt them ruffle beneath his fingers as he ran them through, and he looked over at the angel's face to see the look of pure bliss present on it. "Cas..."
"Does it feel good?" Sam asked the angel as he reached out to feel them himself.
"It feels...indescribable," he replied, "To have you both touching them... Please don't stop..." he said as he began riding Sam again, first slowly, and then gradually picking up speed. "Oh...God, Dean!" he keened when the older Winchester grabbed and pulled on a handful of feathers.
Sam watched the angel lose his rhythm, lost in everything he was feeling. So he decided to take over, and moved his hands to Castiel's hips. "Dean, whatever you're doing, keep doing it," he said right before he picked the angel up a bit by the waist and began fucking up into him, and back down onto Dean.
"Fuck, Sammy," Dean growled as he twisted and pulled both hands in either of the angel's wings, making Castiel whine above them.
They kept going like that until the angel's wings were shaking so hard that there was a breeze wafting over them, and Sam moved one of his hands to Castiel's cock and began stroking hard and fast. "C'mon, Cas," Sam urged through gritted teeth, holding back his own release to wait for the angel's. "C'mon," he said again, pulling his other hand from Cas's waist and using it to pull the angel's face to his.
"All of us," Cas replied breathlessly, his eyes opening to Sam's, and then looking to Dean's. "Together." Then he reached out, grabbing hold of their shoulders, and just like that they were falling apart.
Shouts of ecstasy filled the room, and the brother's world went white.
When Dean opened his eyes, he had expected to be covered in come and his lovers...and his lovers' come. Instead, he found himself completely clean, lying beside a still unconscious Sam. Castiel was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, facing the two of them, just watching.
"Cas?" Dean questioned, laying a hand on his brother's arm as he began to stir. "What the hell was that?"
"Forgive me," the angel replied with a slight, shy smile. "I may have used some of my...well...mojo as you like to call it, to force you both to orgasm simultaneously with me."
"Yeah well...nothing to apologize for," Dean replied. "It was friggin' amazing." He watched the angel blush and duck his head, then Dean turned to look at his brother. "Sammy, you doin' okay over there?"
"I think I might've died for a second," Sam replied with a smile. "How long were we out?" he asked as he made the realization that they were all cleaned up.
"Approximately five minutes," the angel told them. "I hope it's alright that I left you unclothed."
"Are you okay now?" Dean asked as he pushed to sit up, appraising the naked form of the angel, wondering if he still had his wings out.
"I appear to be completely satisfied," Castiel replied. "I'm still uncertain what caused any of that."
"Well whatever it was, we're not complaining," Dean said as he pushed up out of the bed.
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Any time you have that kinda problem again, feel free to come to us."
Dean snickered as he pulled on his boxers. "I didn't know you could blush so much, Cas."
"It's involuntary," the angel defended, and this time Sam joined in the chuckling. "Where are you going, Dean?"
"He's gonna bring us something to eat," Sam answered for him. "Dean always makes me eat something after marathon sex."
"You want something?" Dean asked the angel.
"I would like to partake in whatever you normally do in these matters," he replied.
Dean smirked. "I'll be back in a minute."
Once Dean was gone from the room, Castiel looked back over at Sam. He smiled fondly at him. "The love you and your brother share...it is extraordinary," he told him. "I still find it difficult to understand why you would've allowed me to interfere in it."
"You didn't interfere," Sam said, shaking his head as he pushed up on his elbows. "You were in a bad way and needed our help. Dean and I...well, we were obviously happy to help," he said with a soft smile.
"Well I thank you for your...services."
Sam laughed at the statement. "I think I can speak for the both of us when I say that we thank you for yours."
Castiel smiled at that. "I'm glad that my research was sufficient enough."
"You watched porn, didn't you," Sam surmised.
"Was that not appropriate?"
"It...I guess it's fine, actually," Sam concluded. "I figured that's what happened. Especially with that position request at the end."
"I was gonna make sandwiches," Dean said as he came back into the room, "But I didn't want crumbs in the bed." He threw them each a candy bar and joined them on the bed again. "That and I kinda wanted to get back up here."
"Cas thanked us for our 'services'," Sam told his brother with a grin.
"What are we, hookers now?" Dean asked with a raised brow.
"That's not what I meant," the angel's eyes widened.
Dean smiled. "Relax, Cas. You come back for our services whenever you want."
"That may not be such a wise thing for you to offer," the angel replied as he looked down at the candy bar he was unwrapping.
"Why's that?" Dean asked, taking a bite of his own.
"Because there is a great difference between 'want' and 'need'. If I came to you every time I wanted you, I'm afraid neither of you would ever get much sleep. But if you amend the offer to necessity-"
"Wait a minute," Sam cut him off mid-sentence. The angel looked up to meet his eyes. "How long have you...wanted this? Because this is news to us..."
"I...shouldn't say," Cas replied, looking back down at his candy. "I could be awkward for all of us."
"Cas, have you had some kinda secret crush on us?" Dean asked, the corner of his mouth turned up in amusement.
"I...I have always...cared very deeply for you both," he admitted. "The sexual attraction...well, it only began after the two of you...admitted your deeper feelings for each other. At first, I thought it was...jealousy that I was feeling. It was, actually. But it took a while for me to understand why. Once I did, I managed to compartmentalize those feelings, and store away the ones I shouldn't have been feeling."
"So wait...when you came here tonight," Sam started, eyes narrowing, "You didn't want us to find you someone else-"
"I promise you that my intentions were not to trick you into having sex with me," the angel said. "I truly did need your help in finding a solution. I never thought in a million years that you'd actually be mutually attracted to me. You're simply the only ones I knew that might be able to help me to find another way. I do hope that you believe me..." The angel's eyes were wide and wet, pleading as they fixed on the brothers.
"Of course we believe you," Dean replied calmly.
"I should go," Castiel said as he pushed up off of the bed and reached for his clothing.
"Wait!" Sam clambered out after him. "Cas, don't go. We believe you, honest."
"I have made this awkward," the angel said as he stepped into his pants.
"Cas, you're almost always awkward," Dean said, stepping in front of him and gripping hold of the angel's wrists, leading him to stand and abandon dressing. "And it's part of the reason why we love you."
"Yeah," Sam agreed, closing the distance between them and lightly pressing his body against the angel's back, placing his hands on either side of Cas's hips. "We're kinda used to the awkward now. It's kind of endearing."
"You stay right here with us until you have to leave," Dean added, pressing up to the front of him, arms draping past Cas's waist and all the way back to Sam's, securing them in place around the angel. "We want you here, Cas. Don't you ever doubt that," he told him, then leaned in and pressed his lips to the angel's.
And this...was the start of a very beautiful arrangement...
.~*~.