Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic. This is my first attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.
Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.
Addtional warning: This is a very long chapter. My muse wouldn't be quite. I tried to cut it but couldn't find a good cutoff spot so sorry.
Chapter 4 – The Act
"Ah, hell, just kiss me already, bird brain," Dean relented with resignation and his usual snark, all the while feeling like a total girl. He honestly couldn't admit how much he wanted this man before him, his angel. His throbbing desire had reached heights he'd never felt before.
Castiel's lips slammed into Dean's immediately and Castiel's tongue dominated Dean's mouth before Dean could get his hands free to make it happen. Dean moaned with heat as all of his body instantly responded to Castiel's domination, like his body instinctively needed, wanted to submit to Cass. He was already achingly rock hard and their first kiss hadn't even finished yet.
No, not first, he knew that deep down, but this was the first one he was really conscious for.
Dean slid his tongue against Cass's and purred softly while he drank in Castiel's taste, loving the familiarity of it. He knew this taste and loved it, desired it, hell, he honestly craved it more than he thought was possible. No chick had ever had this effect on him. No one had.
He tried to bring his hands down again to run them through that soft, silky, sex hair that Castiel always seemed to have. But he couldn't budge them. Eventually, he felt the need for oxygen, even though he really thought it was crazy to need that element more than the man in front of him.
Castiel seemed to realize his very human problem and reluctantly relented on his current need to map out every centimeter of Dean's succulent mouth. He worked his mouth to the side to kiss his way down Dean's lightly stubbled cheek and jaw then attached to the side of Dean's neck. He sucked on it hungrily, marking it, feeling Dean moan and wither while leaning his head over to give Cass even more access at the same time.
Cass lightly nipped at the spot and sucked harder until he was certain that his mark would last for days. Cass then moved up to nibble on Dean's ear lobe. He finally moved to that spot behind Dean's ear that always got Dean' extra excited.
"Oh, shit," Dean groaned heavily. He felt white hot desire burning through his veins. Lust sparked insanely within him as Cass sucked on his neck. He couldn't believe how willingly he offered even more of his neck to his angel. His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt his body tremble with arousal. He panted with intensive heat but vaguely suspected that something was off here. At the same time, everything felt so very, very right and, God, he wanted this so very much.
"Cass," he whimpered at the prodding of another memory. He groaned harshly, overwhelmed with increasing sensations and desires, "What's happening?"
Castiel stopped exploration of Dean's neck a long moment later and pulled back slightly. He closed his eyes briefly, steeling himself. He admitted with heavy disappointment in his raspy voice, "I was afraid of that. You need more sleep, Dean."
Castiel moved two fingers of his free hand toward his forehead but Dean evaded with a slight head bob and argued disgruntledly, "What? No! No, no, no. I don't need sleep. I need answers. I need . . . Cass, just tell me already."
Castiel sighed but warned him pointedly, "I will. I promise but I think it would be better if you sleep for a while first."
"Why?" Dean demanded irately, still very hard, aroused and, mainly, unsatisfied.
"I am trying to do the right thing here," Castiel explained with exasperated patience. "I . . . I have to . . . look, can you stand on your own?"
"Why?" Dean repeated irritably.
"Because I need to get away from you while you are . . .," Castiel trailed off.
"Horny," Dean guessed accurately and cast a quick glance down Cass's body then returned his eyes to Castiel, surmising easily, "We were both infected, weren't we?"
Castiel sighed heavily, "Yes. We both were infected."
"With what? Lust demon?"
Castiel frowned, showing how very disturbed he was by the question. "We are not sure. A normal lust demon would not have enough power to affect an angel and I was healed by Gabriel right after but it did not cure this. So we think it might have been a new creature that Eve made while she was out."
Dean mulled this over a moment then prodded, "You said we both were. Are you not affected anymore?"
Castiel lowered his eyes and head quickly but not before Dean saw something in his eyes. Dean tried to move his hands again, and then rolled his eyes when Castiel still wouldn't loosen his hold. "Cass, what are you hiding now? And why the hell can't I have my hands back?" Dean caught a glimpse of the slight smirk Castiel made before Cass ducked his head down to hide it and tried to surmise the cause.
"Dude, are you getting off on dominating me?" He noticed Castiel's self-conscious twitch. "You are, aren't you? You kinky SOB. So, what? Is that what the butt plug was about, too? How many times did we do it anyway because there was a lot inside me and, I mean, a lot?"
Dean smirked over the fact that each question seemed to impact the angel in some way. Castiel's breathing had increased dramatically and he had actually started sweating. Considering the angel had never done either the whole time Dean knew him, he knew that Castiel was getting really excited over his questions.
"Dean," Castiel rasped out in acute distress, using all of his willpower to fight the driving instinct to mate with the beautiful creature in front of him. He reached up two fingers again, intent on putting Dean out of his misery. But once again his human stunned him, when Castiel glanced at him to make sure his touch hit the right spot. The absolute last thing Castiel's weakening control needed was for his fingers to land in Dean's mouth by mistake. He could still remember how arousing Dean sucking on them felt.
"Of course, if I had known that you wanted to keep your spunk inside of me," Dean teased seductively, wondering where this was coming from because this was not normal for him at all. He watched Castiel's hand pause in midair and Cass's eyes flare wide while they stayed glued to his face, waiting for the ending of that statement. "I would have never let it out," Dean promised suggestively, "Maybe you should start all over. After all, I should still be pretty loose back there, don't ya think? Pretty opened up. Stretched out. . ."
Dean's head hit the wall hard as Castiel's mouth reattached to his and their tongues once again met in the age old combat for dominance, even though, apparently Castiel's right had already been assured. This time, Dean thrust his hips forward to move against Castiel's. Castiel slammed his hips back into Dean's in response, letting Dean feel the very hard evidence that his angel was far from sexless. Dean moaned with heat, feeling his desire growing ever stronger.
"Dean," Castiel moaned in response then warned harshly, "You have to stop. I can only . . . I can only take so much."
"I want. . . I want . . . you," Dean whimpered softly.
"No," Castiel denied breathlessly. "No, you don't. It is the infection."
"I don't care what it is," Dean snapped dismissively. "I want it. I want you. You want it. So stop fighting it, damn it."
"I cannot allow myself to take any more advantage of you than I already have," Castiel argued honorably.
"Damn it," Dean cursed vehemently with increasing frustration. "Then let me go and I'll take advantage of you."
Castiel barely smiled at that typical Dean statement. He stared into his charge's expressive eyes and saw what he needed. He leaned in and gently ran his tongue over Dean's lips while Dean immediately opened his mouth for his angel. Yes, in times like these, Castiel was his angel, damn it.
"I don't want you to regret this," Castiel breathed against Dean's lips.
"I won't," Dean promised, not really knowing if that was true or not. It definitely felt true right now but he also knew he had his issues, like a butt load. Oh, God, was that the wrong analogy. He whimpered and really wanted his promise to be the true. 'One day,' came back to his mind, quickly followed by that strange image of Cass in a lake, and he knew right then that it actually was the truth.
Dean leaned forward and nipped Castiel's lower lip before dragging it into his own mouth, tugging at it the whole way. Castiel growled with increased heat and Dean knew that Cass was through fighting it. That became even more obvious when Dean felt skin on skin. He guessed Castiel had finally mojo'd away his own clothes.
Castiel grabbed the back of Dean's head in his free hand and turned Dean's head to deepen the kiss. They meet each other in a melding of lips and tongues, each man drinking the essence of the other like they were dying of thirst. Dean mewled and groaned as he kissed Castiel and his angel ground their hips together. Their swollen, leaking erections slid smoothly against each other, increasing their need for completion.
When Castiel finally moved his mouth back to Dean's neck, Dean had given up on breathing at all and panted for whatever oxygen he could get. Castiel licked and kissed his way down Dean's neck, leaving marks, as he went. Dean felt his cock against Castiel's and felt some precum oozing out of him by this point and dripping on to the angel, marking the angel as his, with his cum, his scent. That knowledge made him even harder. He ached so badly with desire that he thought he'd lose his mind soon. Needy whimpering escaped him constantly between pants.
Castiel leaned up to whisper his ear, breathing warm moist air over it, and coaxed seductively in that sexy, raspy voice of his, "That's right, Dean. Pant and whine like the needy little bitch you are." On cue, Dean mewled at heat wave that Cass's voice, breath and words caused.
"Such a needy little bitch you are. Heavens, you crave my cock so much," Cass cajoled huskily. Dean's cock twitched again and leaked more while Castiel continued to rub their cocks together, keeping the pleasurable sensations flowing over both of them. "I feel you, leaking all over me. Marking me. Making my cock slick with your own personal juice. But what you really want . . . what you really crave . . . is my cock, slick up with your cum, thrusting deep inside you, sliding balls deep in your sweet, tight ass."
"Oh, shit," Dean mewled wantonly as he felt his knees give out. Castiel's hold was the only thing keeping him upright. He couldn't believe he was so close to coming and they really hadn't gotten past the kissing stage yet. He had much more control than this. Or, at least, he thought he did.
"Know how I know, Dean?" Castiel continued to whisper seductively in his ear, letting his breath flow over that very sensitive spot on his neck. Dean wanted to know but also didn't want to know because he was barely holding on as it was. He felt Castiel's hand caressing down the other side of his neck and on down to his chest.
Castiel playfully flicked and teased his right nipple a couple of times before moving lower. "I know because I've had that perfect, hot, tight ass of yours. It's milked my cock so long and greedily, begging it for all of the cum I could possibly make."
"Oh, fuck," Dean whined desperately as his eyes rolled back in his head and he felt his orgasm approach.
"No," Castiel denied sharply, pulling back to stare into Dean's eyes. "You cannot come until I tell you to."
"Holy shit," Dean exclaimed softly, letting his head fall back, while his eyes rolled around in his head. He swallowed hard as he mentally attempted to get some control back. "You've got to be freakin' kidding me. I get the only virgin angel who's into D/S sex." He panted slightly then felt Cass's hand on his cock. "Cass, man, if you don't want me to come, you really . . . oh, hell, no!"
Dean winced slightly and tried to jerk away when he felt a cock ring being put on him. "Hey, I didn't sign up for any type of S & M sex," Dean argued weakly but they both knew it was only token resistance.
"Who ever gave you the option?" Castiel demanded rhetorically then he gave a slow smile as he announced smugly, "You are my little bitch now, Dean. You have been since you so willingly gave me your ass last time. You begged for me to pound it. You are mine now, bitch. I can do whatever I want to you."
"Now how in the hell do you figure that?" Dean protested vehemently. "I ain't nobody's bitch." His pride refused to accept what Cass was saying, even though, deep down, he sensed that Cass was right.
"No?" Castiel challenged with ill-disguised amusement. He took a step back and dared patronizingly, "If you are not my bitch, prove it. Make me submit to you."
Dean stared Cass with dread that he tried to hide as he noticed that both of Castiel's hands were folded in front of his chest and yet Dean's were still being held above his head against the wall. Stupid angel mojo. Dean glared sullenly for a long moment then finally looked down, still pouting.
Castiel's eyes flamed red hot as he stared at Dean's submissive demeanor. His charge with his back pressed hard against the wall and his hands raised was hot enough but, add to that, his totally nude form, his taut abs, his large leaking erection and pouty lips. Cass drank in the sight of his amazing erotically displayed human.
He smirked slightly while he cajoled teasingly, "Do you have any idea how hot you look right now? In fact . . ." He pulled out his camera phone and as Dean's eyes turned to find out why Cass had stopped talking, Castiel took a picture.
"You son of a bitch," Dean snarled with outrage and an enormous amount of embarrassment. "I'd better not find that anywhere. Ever!"
Castiel arched an eyebrow and assured him confidently, "You are MY bitch, Dean. No one else gets to see you like this. Ever."
"Still," Dean sulked sullenly, unwilling to acknowledge that he knew Cass was telling the truth. He also ignored the fact that his dick twitched in interest again at the fact that Cass had wanted him enough to have a picture of him like this in his phone. So he was a kinky bastard who had corrupted an equally kinky angel, like that was news to anyone. Well, Cass was, maybe.
Castiel stepped in close and leaned forward to grab Dean's pouty lower lip between his teeth. He sucked it into his mouth and nipped before letting go to give Dean a deeper kiss. He felt Dean's token resistance melt away within seconds.
When he let Dean breathe again, he cajoled huskily, "You are so sexy, especially when you pout. Those lips are so plump and soft. They taste so good. YOU taste so good. I can't get enough of you. They also look extremely delicious around my cock as you suck me down."
"Damn it, Cass," Dean moaned hoarsely. "Please let me free."
"Why? So you can try to dominate me? I don't think so. You'll only hurt yourself," Castiel argued lightly.
"No," Dean disagreed weakly. "I want to touch you. I want to feel your hair. I want, I want you . . ." Dean hadn't even finished when his hands were released. His hands immediately dived into that silky, soft black hair and he was pulling Castiel back up for another kiss.
Dean's tongue pressed into Castiel's mouth as he aggressively asserted his sexual expertise and manhood. Castiel allowed it for a few long delicious moments. Dean took that as consent and walked Castiel back toward the bed, not relenting even a little on the kiss.
Castiel fell back on the bed when he felt it hit the back of his legs. He held on to Dean so that Dean climbed on top of him as he fell. He felt Dean's hands on his body, exploring him. Castiel moaned softly.
Dean's lips followed his hands down his angel's beautiful dark body. When he came to Castiel's cock, he gave a soft whistle while his hand slowly closed around the large, engorged erection. He tried to distract himself from the fact that this felt so familiar to him, holding another man's cock in his hands. He actually enjoyed the weight and feel of it in his hands but knew it was only because it was Cass's. "Man, Cass. I'm no slouch but, dude, you put me to shame. Are you sure this thing fits? I so should be feeling that still."
Castiel cocked his head and wondered curiously, "Why would you think that? You never had this type of sex before. Your body . . . Hell."
Dean winced slightly but continued to lightly stroke Castiel to distract himself even more from the conversation. He gently gripped Cass and gave him a slight twist on the upward motion while he answered nonchalantly, "Well, what can I say? Alistair was extremely thorough. Extremely. But I never had the clean up because I would eventually die and come back for round two, or, two thousand."
Castiel groaned slightly in pleasure and answered, or attempted to, while Dean softly stroked him, "I . . . I didn't know. I wouldn't . . . I healed some but it was mainly soreness. The oil I use helps with avoiding any pain, or damage."
"What oil?" Dean asked curiously, quickly latching on to any distraction.
Castiel flushed slightly and shook his head dismissively then segued, "Doesn't matter." He closed his eyes, enjoying Dean's hands on him. "You can be, uh, top, as humans call it. I never would have if I had . . ."
"Shhh." Dean moved up then kissed him long and slow, keeping his hand moving in a slow rhythm over Cass's arousal. "I know you wouldn't have. It's cool. I . . ." Dean swallowed thickly, unable to believe how far he was going with all this. "I . . ."
"Dean," Castiel objected immediately.
"No, Cass," Dean interjected quickly. "Let me get this out. Look, I'm not having any flashbacks or anything from this so, . . . shit. Look, man, honestly, if there's anything that could make that better, it would be doing this with you, okay? I mean, I trust you obviously, and I want you, and . . . shit."
Cass smiled slightly then, toward the end of Dean's ramble, he ordered abruptly, "Dean, shut up and kiss me. You think entirely too much for this!"
Dean paused in shock then smiled really big. "See, now this, this right here is why I love you, Cass," Dean commented sagely before doing exactly what Cass demanded.
Their lips meet in another hot, wet kiss with dueling tongues and Castiel flipped Dean onto his back. He kissed down his human's sleek chest, pausing to lick and tease Dean's nipples until Dean was a quivering mess under him. He moved onto Dean's thick, neglected cock.
Dean moaned helplessly when he felt the kittenish licks on the head of his heavy, overly engorged cock. Cass lightly lapped up all the precum that had leaked out of Dean during all their foreplay. Dean's hands flew to Castiel's hair only to be forced back onto the bed on either side of his head.
"CASS!" Dean complained with a needy whine.
Castiel smiled around the top of Dean's cock and Dean groaned at seeing that image. "I love you all needy and desperate, Dean."
"Bite me, Cass!"
"I'd rather blow you but if you insist," Castiel teased lightly, showing teeth.
"Okay, okay, you win. Please blow me, Cass," Dean begged reluctantly and groaned deeply when he felt Castiel's lips close around his sensitive organ. "Oh, shit. God."
Castiel pulled off of his cock with a loud pop and asked forcefully, "Please do not bring my Father into this, Dean."
"Oh, sorry. Sorry, man. My bad," Dean apologized quickly, only to moan again when Cass went back to sucking him off.
Dean almost came twice only to be stopped by the stupid cock ring before Castiel finally took the ring off then Dean was finally able to grab Castiel's head and forcefully thrust into his mouth. Dean whimpered continuously while he shot his load down Castiel's throat. His hands slowly fell back to his sides as he bonelessly laid on the bed, panting for all the oxygen his starved body could get.
He vaguely felt Cass turn him over onto his stomach with his pelvis resting on the hotel pillows, pushing his ass a little into the air. In his post orgasmic bliss, he didn't care what Cass did to him now. He felt Castiel slowly massage his back and on down to massage both cheeks of his ass. He moaned softly at the gentle pleasure that pulsed through him in response to Castiel's soothing touch. It mellowed him out even more. He closed his eyes and let himself sink into blissful pleasure.
He felt his ass being slowly parted by the firm hands clenching both of his lean, muscular cheeks. The warm breath ghosting over his entrance had his outer ring of muscles pucker slightly. He heard rustling only slightly before he felt a warm, wet sensation lick around his entrance. He groaned in pleasure as he hid his face in the bed. Oh, God, did that feel so good!
Castiel's strong tongue moved from Dean's surface muscles to his internal muscles. Dean's eyes rolled back in his head at the desire coursing through him and felt his cock start to fill again. He moaned and tried to keep his hips still while his body cried out to thrust back on to that long, pleasure-giving muscle.
First Cass's left hand was removed from that cheek while the tongue kept stabbing at him. When the left hand came back, it was coated with something slick and warm. The right hand followed in the same pattern but, by the time, it returned Dean was trembling slightly with the effort to not thrust back.
Both thumbs slid slowly down into the crevice of Dean's ass while the rest of the hands splayed his cheeks wide open, allowing ease access to his aroused, puckered entrance. When they both slid into his entrance to hold him open, for the tongue's deeper penetration, Dean gave up his inner struggle against his baser instincts. He moved his hips back on to the tongue, feeling it go deeper along with the thumbs.
"Oh, fuck," he whined desperately, unable to believe the pleasurable waves resulting from this act. It was already hands down the best sex he'd ever had and they hadn't even gotten near the end. He couldn't wait for more. He needed more. And he needed it now!
He froze at the feeling of something warm and wet dripping into his ass. He turned his head and looked back but all he saw was the top of Castiel's head. He never would have thought it would be so hot to see some guy's face buried in his ass but, damn, if his cock didn't twitch with interest and reach full arousal at the sight. He groaned lustily then asked huskily, "What are you doing, Cass?"
Castiel glanced up briefly but the minute his eyes met Dean's, Dean pressed his hips down to get friction on his needy cock. Castiel's all-knowing eyes made Dean blush uncontrollably. Castiel answered roughly, "Tasting you. Preparing you. I want to bury myself so deep in you but you have to be prepared because you have such a nice tight ass."
Dean loved the way those words got his blood pumping but couldn't resist a cocky, "So, is my ass sweet? I've always thought I had a sweet ass."
"Damn, Dean," Castiel swore slightly, as he pushed a finger into the tight ring of puckered muscles and felt Dean contract around it. Dean moaned softly and pressed back onto the finger automatically. "Your ass is so sweet . . . you have no idea . . . the things I want to do to it . . . even now, it's clinging to my finger. I can feel it needing more so I give it more." Cass narrated as he slipped another finger into Dean's tight, clinging entrance. "But it's never enough for you."
Dean pressed back while he mewled louder, unable to help himself.
"Listen to yourself, Dean. You're like a bitch in heat, and your ass wants even more, doesn't it?" Castiel cajoled dirtily while his teeth nipped lightly at Dean's ass cheek.
"Oh, fuck," Dean moaned desperately, thrusting his hips back. "Shit, yes. More, Cass. Feels so good."
Castiel smiled and added another slicked up finger. He pressed into the withering body beneath him and watched as Dean's moved his hips back, searching for more. Dean whined wantonly but Castiel was already adding another finger.
Dean sucked in air slightly in reaction to the tiny burn, resulting from having three fingers in him. He automatically tensed his anal muscles and heard Castiel purr behind him, "Yes. That's it, baby. So tight."
Castiel spread his fingers slightly and scissored them slowly to stretch the loose opening wider. Dean withered and moaned hotly, "Cass. Shit, that feels . . . oh, hell." He trailed off and reached a hand down, intent on giving his own needy erection a few tugs to take some of the edge off. He felt like he was going to explode at any minute now, which was highly unusual considering he'd already come once already.
A sharp crack sounded and pain flared on the side of one ass cheek. Dean automatically tensed around Castiel's fingers again and Castiel groaned then warned him, "You are not allowed to touch yourself, Dean. If you try it again, you will be punished and I will put a cock ring on you. Understand, Dean?"
"Are you freakin' kidding me?" Dean snapped in shocked surprise while he turned to check his partner's face. His other ass cheeks flared with pain as Cass slapped it in retaliation for ignoring his question. Cass's eyes half closed with pleasure at the feel of Dean tightening around him again.
"Do you understand me, Dean?" Cass repeated harshly with underlying menace, intent on making Dean understand his place in this. "I will not repeat myself again."
Dean whimpered softly, fighting how much more turned on he was getting over being controlled by his angel, "Okay, okay, okay. Yes, I understand, but Cass . . ."
"No," Castiel interrupt briskly. "You will come when I tell you only. You will come from being 'fucked' by me, and my cock only. Understand?"
"Seriously, dude, what kind of pornos have you been watching?" Dean mouthed hotly, forgetting to think before he spoke as usual.
Crack! Dean moaned low in his throat at the burn of Cass's sharper slap on top of his already abused cheek. He clenched tighter at the fingers then whimpered with need under his breath at the image of more punishment from his angel. He ordered tightly, "Quit playing around and fuck me already, Cass." Luckily, inspiration hit quickly and he added, "Please."
"Such a needy, little bitch," Castiel leaned over and growled in his ear then continued with the warning. "You need more prep."
At that point, Castiel's finger rubbed over Dean's prostrate, causing Dean's eyes to roll back in his head. Dean let out a keening moan and mewled with desperation, "I don't care. Fuck me, Cass. Just fuck me already. I need . . . shit . . . I really need . . ."
"As you wish," Castiel intoned emotionlessly, reminding Dean's mind of the very graphic images that had previously flashed him earlier today, while Castiel moved into position behind him. Castiel lightly slapped the inside of Dean's left thigh, signaling Dean to spread his legs for Cass. Dean whined and pressed his hips down against the pillows, looking for friction.
"Dean," Castiel warned and slapped Dean's other cheek hard in punishment then slapped inside of his other thigh lightly, again signaling Dean to make room for Cass.
Dean's response was to tighten up again at the slaps but his legs automatically obeyed Cass, spreading as far apart as they could, like any good, obedient, needy cockslut. Dean's mental image rebelled at this position but his body willingly opened him up, allowing Castiel to line up his cock with Dean's entrance.
Dean felt the blunt tip of Castiel and whimpered, immediately thrusting back to get Castiel deep inside him. He managed to capture the head of Castiel's cock into the first ring of muscles where he unconsciously clenched up at the sharp, sudden burn. Castiel's cock head was bigger than the three fingers that had been in there before.
"Such a slut," Castiel praised warmly. "Wanting my cock so bad but I wasn't ready for that so . . ." Castiel thrusted his hips forward only slightly and slapped Dean's ass hard at the same time.
Dean hissed at the outside burn while his internal muscles contracted then he moaned in unison with Castiel. Dean shivered slightly in an attempt to control his desire to have more cock inside him. He thought and quickly figured out what to do. "Please, Cass," he begged breathlessly, even though it went against every man instinct he had. For Cass, for this, he'd make an exception. "Please. More. I need more of you."
Castiel groaned in pleasure at the neediness in Dean's voice. He pulled back slightly and made slow shallow thrusts, teasing him. He saw Dean wither and whimper with needy pleasure. His hunter was coming apart around his cock. He kept Dean from thrusting back on him again. He questioned teasingly, "How much, Dean? How much of my cock do you want inside you?"
"Shit. All of it, Cass. I want your whole cock shoved so deep in me that I will be able to feel you in my throat, that I can taste your cum," Dean trailed off with a deeply pleasured moan at that image, vaguely remembering the taste.
Castiel made his image come true within the next second as he shoved his hips forward, driving his thick cock all the way into Dean. "Holy . . . shit, shit, shit," Dean cursed under his breath at the sharp sudden burn and the sensation of being way too full. "So friggin' big. Fuck."
Castiel's thick cock had almost ripped him open which only made Dean purr and tremble with more desire. Dean was torn between pleasure and pain but even the pain felt awesome to him so pleasure was definitely winning out. Castiel loosened his bruising grip on Dean's hips for a second and gently massaged Dean's back and ass to help Dean relax.
Dean moaned in pleasured delight now that he had adjusted to the feel of being so very full of Cass. He pressed back against Cass but there was nowhere to go. Cass was already balls deep in Dean's ass which caused Dean to unconsciously clench in pleasure.
Castiel moaned slightly behind him, "Heavens, Dean, so tight. Your ass is freakin' tight, like a skin tight glove. Geez, love your sweet, tight ass."
Dean mewled in pleasure at those words of praise and felt himself almost preen with pride over Cass's praise. He was more than slightly shocked at how much of a cockslut he was being. He wondered vaguely if it was just Cass or if Hell had turned him into this. Then he was so freakin' horny that he really didn't care anymore as long as Castiel continued to fuck him.
Castiel pulled all the way back until only his head was inside that last group of muscles then thrusted forward hard and fast. Dean felt the burn again but this time it was more pleasurable than the last. In fact, Castiel hit the right bundle dead on first thrust. Dean rolled his eyes back in his head and praised with immense pleasure, "Yes, Cass. Shit, yes. Again. Please. Harder."
Castiel thrusted back in harder and Dean raised his hips to meet him. They repeated the motion with Castiel slamming in harder in response to Dean's mindless litany of pleas and praise. "Oh, shit, Cass. Yes. So good. Harder. Please. Harder. Fuck. So freakin' good. More, Cass. I need more. So big. Shit."
"That's it, Dean," Cass coaxed lustily. "Beg for it, like such a good slut for my cock."
Dean groaned in agreement and continued eagerly, "Yes. Just like that. So big. Cass, oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh, so good . . ."
Castiel looked down with half lidded eyes and watched his cock slam into Dean's body. He knew his grip was leaving bruises on Dean's hips but he didn't care. If anything, he wanted to make Dean in as many ways as he could.
He watched Dean's entrance try to keep his cock inside and saw how Dean's muscles gripped him tight. Castiel moaned, "You should see yourself, Dean. I might have gripped you tight and raised you from perdition but your ass, Dean, is gripping my cock tight and milking me inside your body. It wants me to paint you with my seed, my essence. You want that, too, don't you? Want me to coat your insides with my cum."
"Oh, shit, Cass. Yes. Damn it, Cass," Dean mewled in delight. "All of it. Shit. What the hell? Sex has never been this fuckin' good. Shit. I'm getting close."
"No, you aren't," Castiel argued firmly and Dean felt a ring around his cock.
"Aw, man, come on," Dean whined uneasily, needing to orgasm.
"First, I want you to ride me," Castiel leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"What? Ride you? You mean like . . . as in . . . like cowgirl . . ." Dean couldn't finish asking for clarification because Castiel leaned back onto his ankles and pulled Dean down into his lap to thrust even harder into Dean's tight warm body.
Before Dean knew it, he started pressing himself down on Castiel's thick cock, mindless of everything except pleasure. Castiel leaned back further then laid down on the bed. He stopped Dean with his mojo and Dean whimpered desperately, "Cass."
Castiel directed with a calm voice that totally belied his immense arousal, "I want you to rise up and turn around. I want to see your face as you ride me. I want to watch how much you enjoy bouncing your sweet ass on my thick cock. Want to see you fuck your brains out me."
Dean whimpered and whined with desperate need at Cass's husky words but followed Castiel's instructions. He lifted up and swung his legs around so that he faced Castiel who now laid back on a pillow by the headboard of the bed. He licked his lips nervously then glanced down at the huge cock that had been inside him. He shuddered lightly at how very much he wanted that back inside him, filling him so completely. He glanced back at Castiel uncertainly and caught Cass moving his hand out from behind his back.
Castiel figured that this was a good time to add some more oil so he quickly reached behind his back and moved his hands over his oil glands. His hand was soaked instantly from being so aroused. He gripped his cock and coated it with the oil.
Dean swallowed thickly at the arousing sight of Castiel oiling himself up. Dean wet his lips hungrily then asked softly while his eyes glazed over with lust at the soft, fresh scent of Cass, "Is that oil from your wings?"
"Yes," Castiel answered with a bit of embarrassment. "It works well for this."
"Yeah," Dean agreed with glassy eyes as he devoured the scene of his angel lubing himself up for Dean.
Castiel dropped his hand down and cocked an eyebrow at Dean, prompting him.
Dean shifted nervously and moved forward after he realized that Castiel wasn't going to help him with this. He gripped Castiel's cock to hold it in place then slowly lower himself down onto it. He felt the blunt tip nudge his entrance and gently slid down on to it, impaling himself on the rock hard instrument of pleasure.
He moaned loudly at the once again extremely full feeling. He didn't stop until he was all the way seated on that awesomely large cock. In fact, he grounded his ass down, trying to get every bit of Cass inside his hot hole. He growled slightly when he raised back up experimentally then dropped back down on Cass quickly, loving the almost ripping feeling. He did it again shifting slightly. He whimpered again when he found the right angle and hit that special spot inside of him.
"Oh, shit, Cass," Dean rambled before leaning over and forcefully kissing Castiel. "So good. So deep and hard. Fuck. No wonder girls love this so much. Need more, so much more."
Castiel's eyes rolled slightly back in his head at the tight passage's movements on him. "Damn it, Dean. So freakin' tight. And hot. Shit." They both rambled to each other in a highly aroused state of mind.
Castiel refocused his eyes on the man riding him like a wild stallion. He watched Dean lift up and slam down on his cock repeatedly, impaling himself almost violently, while Dean's own overly engorged erection bounced excitedly at each motion, oozing precum in the process while still held prisoner in its cock ring. Cass felt drops fall onto his heated body. He reached up and gripped Dean's tip lightly then swiped his thumb over the leaking slit. Dean moved a hand up and teased his own nipple while tossing his head back and moaning lustily at all the sensations.
Castiel watched Dean arch his back and slam down harder on him while Castiel thrusted up into Dean, feeling the clench and pull of Dean's internal muscles. He wished that he could have recorded this because Dean looked a thousand times better than anything in that pizza man movie or any of the others like that. Cass stared into Dean's half open, glazed eyes then slowly licked Dean's precum off of his thumb before sucking it clean.
Dean groaned deep in his throat, letting his head lull for a moment, before he blinked through his passion hazed vision and begged hoarsely, "Cass, please. Please. Let it go. I, I need to come, man. Fuck, I need to come so bad."
Castiel eyed his human, taking in the lust blown, emerald eyes and needy expression. In less than a second, Castiel tossed Dean on to his back and slammed hard into him with his cock, taking back any space lost between them during the move. Castiel demanded in a rasp, "Are you ready to come from my cock pounding your ass alone?"
"Yes! Shit, yes," Dean admitted franticly.
Castiel smirked slightly then prepared himself and unlatched the ring with a quick twist of his wrist. He slammed into Dean's tight channel two more times then he slapped his hand over his mark on Dean's shoulder before Dean threw his head back and his back arched off of the bed while he shouted in ecstasy, "Fuck! Cass. Oh, God. Shit."
Dean had felt his orgasm build with each thrust of Cass's hips and knew it wouldn't take long. Cass knew where his spot was and loved slamming it with that huge cock of his. He was going to be so sore after this but he didn't regret a thing, except not doing this sooner. Cass's hand over his scar caused Dean's orgasm to shoot over the edge of oblivion.
He saw blinding white light and in the midst of that he could have sworn that he actually saw the dark outline of Cass's wings. Then mind numbing pleasure killed all thoughts in Dean's head. All of the nerves in his body hummed with such intense feeling that he only vaguely felt Castiel paused, pull out, flip him over and then thrust back into his body all the way to the hilt, trying to find his own orgasm.
Sometime later, Dean slowly became aware of someone behind him, pressed against his back, and up inside of him. He felt that someone rut against his ass which in turn moved something deeper within him. Then he felt it, the warm squirt from Cass's cock. Instead of being disgusting or grossed out like he had thought he would be, it actually turned him on. There was another squirt and he felt blood trying to head south again.
He softly moaned in pleasure, despite his disbelief at being able to be aroused again this soon after such great orgasms. He wasn't even sure he had it in him to get it up again. Then he felt a slick hand slide down his chest and eventually wrap around his half hard cock. Pleasant sensations swelled up with desire.
Amazingly, in seconds later, he was fully erect and horny as hell. He felt another splash of cum pant his insides, amplifying his already turned up libido. The knowledge that his angel had marked his outside body completely and was now painting his insides with the same thoroughness filled Dean with more pleasure than he had thought possible.
Another squirt pulsed and he frowned slightly in concern. "Dude, how much do you have in there anyway?"
Cass's hand continued its slow slide up and down Dean's thick cock. Cass buried his face in to Dean's neck. He kissed it and sucked on it, marking Dean yet again. Dean mewled wantonly again, still finding it hard to believe that he was becoming aroused again after such a cosmically, mind-blowing orgasm.
When Cass finished marking his human's neck again, he whispered into Dean's ear, "When I have reduced in size enough to pull out without causing you pain, I will but I can continue this for . . . awhile."
"What? What is awhile? How long have . . ."
"You sort of blissed out about ten minutes ago," Cass informed him, lazily kissing on his neck some more.
Dean blinked for a moment as his brain slowly tried to make sense of all this but it was difficult to think with so much blood flowing elsewhere, among other things. He closed his eyes wearily then the disturbing thought struck him. He exclaimed in shock, "Dude, are we tied? Like mated? Like dogs and . . . stuff? Like tied tied?"
Cass didn't answer. He didn't have to because he successfully distracted Dean enough that Dean wasn't sure that he really cared as more warm liquid flowed into him. It was actually a very pleasant sensation, which really should have freaked him out. But it was hard to be freaked out with Cass holding him this way, and did he really just think that?
Between the lazy kisses and the slow jacking off that Cass was doing to him, Dean had a hard time keeping thoughts in his head long enough to act on. He moaned and gently pushed his hips back onto Cass's cock. Castiel moaned in reply and a bigger shot of liquid poured into him. "Dean."
Dean gripped Castiel's hand to speed up the slide on his cock. When it encountered the slick oil on Cass's hand, Dean curiously brought that hand back up to his nose while his other hand covered Cass's to speed up the rhythm. He smelled the oil on his hand, which reminded him of lightning and thunderstorms, but also all the best in nature, like freshly cut grass and the smell of spring in the air.
It was clearly everything Cass. The mouthwatering smell compelled him to taste it which he did with a tentative lick that quickly led into full-fledged sucking his fingers clean. The indescribable taste was out of this world and made him ravenous for more.
Too late, Castiel noticed the smell and sucking sound. His eyes popped wide open and growled low, "No. Dean, please tell me you didn't taste my oil." In contrast, the actual thought of Dean tasting his oil caused more cum to shoot out of his erection and into Dean.
Dean's mouth continued to explode with intense feeling, like every nerve sung out with ecstasy. He moaned wantonly and only vaguely heard Cass's question. He hedged nervously, "Um . . . well."
Castiel sighed in resignation and voiced without the slightest reluctance, "Here we go again."
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