Cas shut the door to his bedroom tightly, quickly turning around to face his love. He looked marvelously primitive with lust as he stripped off his shirt and pants. He rushed over to Dean in one swift movement, removing all of his garments while kissing and biting at anything within reach. Dean shuddered and mewled while Cas undressed him with a forceful need. Dean backed up, fully naked, and climbed to the farthest side of the gigantic bed unsteadily, sitting his ass firmly on one of the pillows.
"Oh Doctor Novak, what exactly are your intentions here? I thought I was merely a patient." He smiled sweetly, putting on his most innocent face.
Castiel made a snarling noise from the back of his throat; the innocent act was clearly a turn-on for him. He crawled towards where Dean sat on the bed like a hungry predator, eyes glinting with the wildness Dean was growing to very much love.
"You are a very naive little patient then, Mr. Winchester. And I do believe I still owe you punishment. But since I am such a very kind and sweet... master," he grinned, kissing Dean's collarbone between words, "your punishment shall be a simple one. You are to please your master."
Dean was panting, fingers curled in Cas's soft hair. It smelled sweet, like blooming honeysuckle. He made a small note to ask what shampoo he used when they weren't so... preoccupied. Dean moved his head downwards, but was stopped by a firm hand holding his chin and pulling him back up.
"Oh no no no. I do not intend for you to please me that way. I have much bigger plans." He pushed Dean down gently with a firm hand on his chest then leaned over him, Dean nipping playfully at his nipple and receiving a soft moan in return. Cas dug around in his nightstand before pulling out a condom and a small half-empty tube of lube.
Oh.
Dean's brain may have possibly just stopped working.
He stared blankly at Cas, who was now holding the condom in his teeth. Cas glanced up, seeing the look on Dean's face, and his eyes softened greatly.
"If at any point I get out of hand, pleathe don't be afraid to sthop me Dean. I do not wisth to do anyfing you are not prepared for." He said, voice muffled by the condom still in his teeth, but clearly holding a touch of worry.
Dean's brain kicked itself back to life and he quickly took in the scene before him. Cas, his lover, his "master" (mmm the thought made Dean shudder), was leaning over him, condom pack in his teeth, bottle of unscrewed lube in his hands, asking, no demanding, to be fucked by his little pet. How in the hell could he possibly want to put a stop to that?
"You gonna open that or what?" Dean smirked, gesturing at Cas's hand, and Cas quickly unscrewed the bottle of lube. He looked down at the condom and back at Dean, breaking character for a minute.
"Um.. Dean, must we use a condom? I was not sure if you necessitated it." He talked so fancy when he was nervous. Dean bit the other side of the condom, playfully tugging it out of Cas's mouth before throwing it aside.
"That answer your question?" Grinning, he kissed Cas deeply, biting his lower lips and pulling gently. Cas groaned, grinding against Dean, the soft fabric of his boxers on Dean's skin. "Now master, I suggest you remove your undergarments." Wooh, big word. Score one for Dean.
Cas kicked off his underwear, once again grinding his throbbing erection against Dean's. Dean whimpered in pleasure and Cas's eyes lit up once more, yanking on Dean's hair roughly.
Cas shoved the bottle of lube into Dean's hands, grinding faster and moaning into Dean's neck, his hot breath making Dean shiver with pleasure. This was certainly an interesting first time. But they would have more times (hopefully) to take it slow and loving. Now was not one of them.
Dean lubed up his fingers and lowered his hand, circling a finger around Cas's tight entrance until the muscles calmed. He kissed Cas roughly, his tongue exploring the older man's mouth as Dean slowly pushed in a finger, making Cas gasp. Dean worked it around for a while, letting Cas's body become used to the sudden intrusion before sliding in another one. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, scissoring and getting deeper until he hit Cas's sweet spot, making the man above him dig his nails into Dean's shoulders and yell out his name.
"Oh God Dean right there, don't stop!" he yelped, pushing into Dean's fingers. Dean grinned evilly and slowed his movements, receiving irritated grunts from his partner, who was moving his body in an attempt to fuck Dean's fingers. Damn it was hot.
"Winchester! I demand you do your best to please your master!" Cas growled in frustration, biting Dean sharply in the neck.
"Y-yes sir." Dean spluttered, This may possibly be the best moment of his life, hands down. He continued to scissor and finger fuck Cas, adding another finger and making sure he was sufficiently stretched. By this point, Dean's member was throbbing, begging for attention, from all the sweet noises his partner had been making.
Finally, he rubbed the lube onto his erection, slight relief flooding his body, and rubbed the head against Cas's opening teasingly.
"Dean, go!" Cas snarled, need and want clear in his face as he leaned down to nibble on Dean's lips.
Dean slowly pushed in, feeling the tight heat of Cas, until he was completely engulfed. Cas felt absolutely amazing, making Dean's dick throb inside of him. Cas's muscles tightened slightly in response, sending a wave of pleasure up his spine.
"Dean," Cas whimpered, kissing at Dean's jaw bone. "Please move."
And then Dean was in it, pulling almost completely out and thrusting all the way back in hard. Cas gasped loudly, grinding back in response. Dean continued to thrust, pounding into Cas's prostate, the man on top of him desperately kissing Dean's chest, nibbling on his nipples, as he whimpered Dean's name over and over. Dean gripped Cas's hips roughly, grinding deep inside him. The feeling was absolutely amazing and he never wanted it to stop. He moved one hand to thumb the slit of Cas's hard erection, determined to make his lover cum first.
"Yes, Dean yes!" Cas yelled out, throwing his head back. Dean leaned up and bit Cas's exposed neck roughly, making Cas scream with pleasure. Dean flipped them around, him now being on top as he pounded into Cas, still rubbing his erection fast and hard. Cas was close, he could tell by the look in his eyes. He pressed himself against Cas, the friction of their stomachs on Cas's dick proving too much for him.
He came, splattering their stomachs with his hot seed, yelling out Dean's name in between breathless kisses. Dean sped up, allowing Cas to ride out his orgasm. He was suddenly pulled closer, Cas putting his lips right to Dean's ear, hot breath tickling slightly. "Yes Dean, I am yours. And you are mine."
So Cas had heard him that night after all. Cheeky bastard. Cas then bit Dean's earlobe (a very sensitive spot for him), causing Dean to cum inside his lover. He groaned, continuing to thrust through his orgasm before pulling out and collapsing in a tired heap beside Cas. They were a mess, and Dean had never seen Cas look more beautiful, he thought as he cuddled up next to him.
-
Dean awoke to find himself face-to-face with Cas, who was still sleeping soundly, looking like a sweet angel. Dean stretched and looked over at the clock. Holy hell it was 10am! He poked Cas gently, who grumbled in irritation.
"Cas, it's late, we should get up."
"No, fuck you." Cas muttered, turning around. Dean chuckled. Clearly, not a morning angel.
"C'mon Cas, it's late, and I'm sure Sammy is home already, worried sick."
Cas pulled up his head and glanced at the clock, blue eyes glazed over with sleep. "Late? Are you kidding me? Screw you Dean." he growled, cuddling back into Dean's side and closing his eyes shut. Dean snickered and rested his hand gently on Cas's face, nuzzling him. Cas opened one eye, one stunning and beautiful blue eye, and peered up at Dean.
"Darn it, why are you so cute?" Cas groaned, sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes. "Fine, but I'm getting the first shower. Turn on my music? If not, you are going to see a very bitchy Castiel Novak."
"Oh, so I haven't seen him yet?" Dean teased, earning a grumpy look. He got up and walked over to a shelf filled with all different types of music from every decade, even recent. He pressed play on Cas's music player, his ears suddenly filled with Bon Jovi.
"Oh, Hell yes, finally a man with taste." He grinned brightly, turning around to see Cas enter the nicely-sized bathroom attached to his bedroom. He had not noticed it earlier. (Can anyone blame him? He was pretty damn focused on that bed.)
He waited patiently, reading the labels on the extensive music collection Cas had. He truly had everything, it was mind-blowing. Though he couldn't quite picture Cas listening to some of these singers, like Nicki Minaj, whatever that was. He turned around when he heard the door creak open to see Cas standing there, raven hair dripping wet and a towel hung loosely around his hips. He was the very definition of "yum".
He was swaying his hips gently to the music as he walked over to his drawers and began rummaging for clothes, the towel dropping down at his feet. He bent down to retrieve a pair of boxers from his bottom drawer, ass still swaying as Cas hummed in a perky tone.
Once again, Dean is pretty sure his brain stopped working as he stared blatantly at Cas's ass. Cas glanced over his shoulder and grinned, a deep blush painting his face.
"Easy there, Dean. We ought to get you home to your brother before he thinks I kidnapped you."
It was Dean's turn to grumble, but he complied, taking his turn to clean himself up, kissing Cas good-bye, and drive home.
-
"Sammy, you home yet?" Dean yelled, opening the door to the apartment. He threw his keys on the counter and tried to cover up his stupid grin. He knew he was going to get teased for this but who cares? Last night was frikkin awesome!
"...Sammy?" Dean yelled a bit louder, slightly worried. Sam should be home by now, surely. It was nearly noon.
Dean was about to panic when he saw Sam huddled in the corner of his bed in his room, face in his massive hands.
"Sam? Are you okay?" Dean asked nervously, approaching his brother slowly.
When he was about two feet away, Sam turned to face him, eyes red and puffy, face worn from a night with no sleep. Dean was genuinely alarmed now, scooping his hulking brother into his arms and stroking his hair instinctively. "Sammy, what's wrong? Speak to me man."
Sam looked up, his puppydog eyes brimming with fresh tears. "She dumped me, Dean. She just threw me aside like nothing."
Shit.