Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.
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.
Overall Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.
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Rating M for this chapter. More explicit, kinky, graphic sex.
Will return to plot next chapter. Smut lovers – Enjoy!
(Quick shout out to CastielzDean for their "Pretty in Pink" fic that I read before I got the courage to write.)
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Chapter 41 – The Acceptance
The comforting weight on top of him shifted and caused Dean to rouse himself from blithely enjoying the endorphins flowing through his system. He slowly cracked his eyes open while he became aware of the fact that he had a soft, probably goofy smile on his face from the awesome sex he'd just experienced but he was way too content to care at the moment. Castiel shifted again, removing his hand and disconnecting their physical bond. He felt Castiel touch his slightly ringing ears and felt the healing warmth flow into them, stopping the ringing.
"Can you hear me now?" Castiel asked gruffly as he also passed his warm hands over Dean's eyes.
Dean smirked cockily and nodded before he verified with a harsh rasp, "Good one, huh? Don't remember you losing it like that before."
Castiel exhaled slowly, unable to prevent a slight shudder in remembrance of the overpowering orgasm. He evaded slightly as he leaned away from Dean, "Are you okay?"
Dean sighed heavily with disappointment at Castiel's evasion and distance, "What . . ." He started with a harsh rasp, only to be interrupted by a dry cough. Castiel moaned with pleasure at the involuntary spasms around his knotted cock. He pressed his hips and torso forcefully against Dean, trying to get even deeper into his mate. Dean moaned with pleasure as well then teased cockily, "That good, too, huh?"
Castiel pulled back and stared down at his mate's flushed face. Dean's reddened slightly swollen lips, his rosy cheeks and brilliant eyes. Dean's face begged for more so Castiel leaned down and sucked in Dean's lower lip then tugged on it. Soon they were kissing each other deeply. Castiel pulled away again when he sensed Dean's need for oxygen.
"Damn, you're a great kisser," Dean panted breathlessly, feeling his cock slowly come to life between them.
Castiel smirked slightly then argued, "Learned from you. And the pizza man." He leaned in and gave Dean another leisurely kiss while he shifted to wrap his arms around Dean's back.
Dean pulled back slightly and asked hoarsely, "What are you . . ."
Castiel knew what he was asking so he interrupted abruptly, "We have to switch positions."
"Dude, we're tied," Dean shifted uncomfortably when Castiel's shifting caused him some discomfort deep inside where they were tied.
Castiel smirked slightly, admitting, "I am aware of that, Dean. I am going to flip us. Do not fight me."
"Wait," Dean argued uneasily confusion. "Wh- Why?"
"I am resting on top of the baby," Castiel explained briskly and they both felt a sudden kick. "I believe it will be better for you and the baby if you were on top." In the next instant, Castiel quickly flipped them with the help of his wings so that Dean now rested on top but it once again caused a strain on their knot. Dean tensing up during the process didn't help anything so Castiel pulled his mate's face down toward him.
"Relax, Dean," Castiel whispered comfortingly against Dean's lips then slowly licked them to distract Dean while Castiel subtly shifted Dean into a mostly pressure free position.
Dean willingly melted into Castiel's distracting kisses and allowed his mate to manipulate his body into the right position. He sighed in relief and continued to kiss his mate. He felt his eyes drop slightly and knew that he really needed some sleep but first he had to ask, "So why the sudden concern for baby bump now? Not long ago, you were all ready to . . ."
"I know!" Castiel interrupted harshly. Dean glared at him but Castiel continued with a heavy sigh, "I know. I was wrong and you were right to point out how wrong I was. I am not just saying this because it's ours. I wanted to tell you that within in five minutes of you, uh, 'going off' on me. I am sorry. I got caught up with the wrong things."
Dean stared at him but could tell when Castiel was lying and he wasn't lying right now. Dean felt more cum squirt up inside him and closed his eyes briefly at the pleasure the flowed through him at the sensation, feeling himself clench in response. His body seemed to really enjoy have Castiel fill him to the brim with his own special juices. He really wondered why he loved that feeling so much. He breathed out slowly then refocused his attention, thinking about how Castiel used this kink against him.
Memories of the past few hours came back to him and he closed his eyes against them, especially how easily Castiel broke him. How did Castiel . . . had to be the hormones, or leftover venom, Dean insisted to himself quickly. Or the stupid baby weakening his will. That was his story and he was sticking to it. Dean questioned uneasily "So now what?"
Castiel noticed the change and tension in his mate as he ran his hands comfortingly across his mate's back, glad that Dean was at least keeping himself physically relaxed. This situation would be extremely uncomfortable if Dean was physically tense too. He stared at Dean through half closed eyes then answered vaguely, "That depends on you. What are you going to do now, Dean?"
"You mean you're allowing me to think for myself," Dean snarked resentfully under his breath.
Of course, Castiel heard since Dean was lying on top of him. He frowned slightly and reassured him, "As long as you don't think up more suicidal ideas or plans to banish me, you can think for yourself." Dean scoffed dismissively then Castiel promised meaningfully, "I am serious, Dean. I will not tolerate either."
Dean narrowed his eyes and pointed out harshly, "You know for someone who was all about me spilling my guts, I noticed that you avoided answering any of my questions."
Castiel cocked an eyebrow and reminded Dean subtly, "Because that wasn't the purpose of that last session. What question did you want me answer to? Ask away."
"Why did you mate with me?" Dean demanded immediately.
Castiel gave a thoughtful smile and told him, "I really thought that was obvious. Because I love you, Dean. I have probably since I saw you in Hell." Dean scoffed dismissively again but Castiel could see the embarrassment and regret with Dean's eyes as he looked away. Castiel wouldn't let him, though.
He grabbed Dean's chin and explained slightly, "Yes, you broke there but you continued to torture yourself more than anyone put on your rack. Their pain was yours, no matter what you want to believe. In spite of all that, you kept your humanity. I saw how much you loved it, and how deeply you regretted it, even in Hell. Even Alistair couldn't torture you as much as you tortured yourself. I'd never seen any soul burn brighter than yours." He leaned forward as he pulled Dean's lips toward his and he kissed his mate once again, tenderly. He parted Dean's willing lips with his tongue and leisurely tasted his mate until Dean needed air once again.
He pulled slightly and felt Dean's gasping breath against his lips. He continued softly against them, "I mated with you because I wanted to experience a mating bond with the one I loved before I died. I knew you could break it easily. You never even had to know. But I could at least have that one thing first."
"Just like you want to give me this baby, to remember you by," Dean finished unhappily. He hated to think of Castiel dying. It really messed him up every time that it had happened, or even almost happened.
"Yes," Castiel confirmed with a soft hiss, only to have Dean capture his lips this time in another soft leisurely kiss. Castiel pulled back slightly and questioned softly, "Why did you leave the plug in?"
"Dude, I think you've gotten enough answers," Dean argued instantly and thought to leave but he really couldn't with Castiel still tied so deep within him.
Castiel knowingly arched his eyebrow then wondered aloud, "Why is that question such a big deal? What else do you have to hide? Why do you always have to do this? Evade all questions?"
"Look, you know I'm not the caring-sharing type," Dean snapped irritably. "If you'd wanted that, you should have gone for Sammy. He's a definite girl talk type of guy."
"I don't love Sam," Castiel growled back at Dean while he reached up and gripped the sensitive short hairs on the back of Dean's neck, making him gasp in surprise. He yanked Dean down and continued irritably, "I love you, you stubborn . . . asshat."
Dean arched his back slightly, driving his hips down on Castiel's. He bit his lower lip to keep from whimpering, not wanting Castiel to know all his kinks. He'd already seen what Castiel could, would, do with the knowledge. He stared his mate in the eyes, doing his best not to flinch or give anything away.
Castiel intently stared back, greatly enjoying his mate's childish attempt at dominance. He pointed out softly, "We both know who the dominant in this relationship is, Dean. And we both know you actually . . . secretly . . . love it. You love the hold I have you over you, and currently inside you. I feel your insides pulsing and trembling with pleasure-filled need."
He tightened his hold and pulled Dean's face closer to his, in spite of Dean's tightened resistance within his upper body. When Dean's lips were right next to his, he growled low in his throat and felt Dean's channel automatically tighten slightly then loosen and throb at a responding splash of Castiel's come inside it. Castiel's smug smile played on his lips as he rasped against Dean's, "You love it. Everything I do you to. You kept the plug in because you wanted my cum to stay inside you, to remember me and what we did. Didn't you?"
Dean inhaled hesitantly and let his eyelid droop slightly as he moaned huskily, "Cas. You don't know anything." He knew it was a weak argument and wondered why Castiel had sounded so certain. He stared into Castiel's gorgeous blue eyes then remembered and growled, "Hey! That's cheating. Get out of my mind, you dick."
"That's why you wanted know why I cleaned you up the other times," Castiel continued, knowing he was right.
"Shuddup, Cas!" Dean growled warningly.
"Why?" Castiel wondered curiously before adding in a way too sexy, husky voice, "I find it . . . arousing that you love my cum so much." Another long squirt shot into Dean who shuddered faintly. Castiel held him close as he continued with the same fucked out voice that Dean was so familiar with now, "It turns me on so much. Shit!" He cursed then thrusted his hips up into his mate with a sexy groan which caused Dean to press down on Castiel's hips again.
Castiel panted slightly, "You know why I stay tied to you so long? Why I fill you with so much cum that it overflows, dripping down your ass and legs?" Dean could only moan and whimper in response as more cum shot out of Castiel's cock and into his already full insides.
"It's not just because you are so freakin' hot," Castiel continued with a low growl, nipping slightly at the lips before his. "It's because you are such a greedy bitch for it, constantly milking my cock for everything it can produce."
Dean exhaled shakily and grabbed Castiel's lips with his. He swiftly parted them and plundered his mate's dirty mouth. He licked, tasted and explored his mate's mouth, loving the fact that he was currently on top for a change. He pulled back slightly when he needed some air and panted with a slight growl, "Stop the damn dirty talking or we'll never untie."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Castiel pointed out breathlessly.
Dean stared at him a moment then smiled widely and shook his head. He countered uncertainly, "You were exaggerating about that month thing, weren't you?"
"Is it a problem? You have a date or something?" Castiel asked guardedly.
Dean glared slightly after a quick eye roll. "No, but Trini's not going to wait around and we still have things to do."
"Like what?" Castiel wondered innocently while he stretched slightly. He wasn't used to being on his back like this. He arched up, holding Dean closed, then let his wings out to relieve some of his built up pressure.
Dean started to say something then stared open mouthed.
Castiel frowned slightly then insisted with concern, "What's wrong, Dean?"
"You- your wings," Dean stuttered slightly. "I- I thought it was just a shadow but . . . they really are black."
Castiel's eyes narrowed in confusion, only to fly wide open seconds later at Dean's revealing statement. "You can see them? How?"
Dean slowly reached out a hand and softly stroked Castiel's left wing. Castiel moaned slightly and more cum came out while Dean answered distantly, "Don't know. Just see them. Why are they black? Thought they would be white . . . fluffy . . . you know, Michael Landon."
Castiel's eyes rolled slightly in response to the pleasure coursing through him. He gritted out slowly, "Were."
"Were?" Dean questioned with a frown then his hand fell away when he understood. He surmised dreadfully, "Hell . . . because of me." He lowered his head and tried to withdraw but he was unable to.
Castiel frowned heavily and gripped Dean's chin to turn his face toward his. "Don't, Dean," He ordered in a voice that was tight with anger. "I chose this. I have NO regrets on that front."
"But . . ."
"But, nothing," Castiel cut him off abruptly. "I told you already. I volunteered and have never regretted it. How could I when it gave me you? Small price to pay."
"You pay too much," Dean snapped argumentatively. "Your wings. Your status. Your . . . brothers. Your family."
"You are my family now, Dean," Castiel argued adamantly. "You, and our child."
"No, Cas . . ."
"Dean, it's my choice and I chose. End of story," Castiel finished firmly.
"No, it's not," Dean argued insistently. He raised up onto his elbows and continued, "I won't have you fight your brothers again."
"You can't stop me," Castiel replied honestly.
"It's not right, Cas," Dean continued, unable to let this go. "You've already had to do this once. Plus, they are archs. We both know you can't fight them. And we are not going with the option you used for Raphael! Not again. I can't . . . I . . . Cas."
Castiel gripped Dean's head and yanked him down for another kiss, feeling Dean's physical and mental weariness. He knew that was why Dean didn't fight him at all. They kissed for a long moment before Castiel whispered against Dean's lips, "I won't do that again, Dean. Ever. I swear to my Father." Dean sighed heavily then sagged against him.
Castiel let his mate tuck himself under Castiel's chin and listened to Dean's racing heart slow down. After a few moments, Castiel verified softly, "That's why you didn't tell me about our baby, isn't it? You knew how they would react."
Dean sighed with resignation then pointed out, "It's in the Bible, dude. What else are they going to do?"
Castiel narrowed his eyes and remembered tightly, "The dream. That's why you sent me away. To keep me out of the fight."
Dean could feel Castiel's tension and unconsciously rubbed his hands soothingly over Castiel's chest as he answered noncommittally, "It was just a dream, Cas."
"But it was your plan, wasn't it?" Castiel verified irritably.
Dean exhaled heavily and closed his eyes. "What does it matter now? You know the truth now and I know that I'm not getting away with that so . . . But Bobby and Sam never know, Cas," Dean insisted firmly as he lifted his head up to stare into Castiel's eyes. "Understood?"
"It might keep Sam from winding up in my bad graces," Castiel pointed out bluntly.
Dean sighed heavily then shook his head. He hypothesized knowingly, "He'll either follow the Bible or us. Both ways will get him killed. Besides, it's way above his pay grade." Castiel stared at him a long moment before Dean shook his head and elaborated, "They are human, Cas. They cannot take on angels over this."
"Dean, both you and Sam, and even Bobby, have taken on angels, demons, Lucifer and all kinds of other things repeatedly," Castiel argued reasonably. "The only difference is that it is over you and your baby. You don't want them dying for you when you have done it for them repeatedly. That's not exactly being fair, but, I will leave your family up to you and follow your lead on it."
"What about your brothers?" Dean pondered aloud. "Tell them?"
"No," Castiel answered quickly.
Dean nodded solemnly then asked pointedly, "Are we really going to stay here a month? Because I really don't think Trini will hold out that long."
"Probably not," Castiel agreed easily. "But chances are she will not attack anymore this week after what she just did so we do have some time. And I was . . ." Castiel trailed off uncertainly.
"You were what?" Dean wondered curiously. Castiel casted his eyes down and to the side but not before Dean got a really good mental impression. Dean smirked slightly and taunted, "What? You really think I am completely 'trained'? Oh, by the way, really don't like that word and it will not be used around anyone else."
Castiel cocked an eyebrow meaningfully at that last statement and observed dryly, "Apparently, not trained as well as you should be." Dean started to huff but Castiel placed a finger over his lips to continue, "No. You are definitely not trained but you now know the consequences to . . . specified actions you tend to take. You would do really well to remember these, especially in public, or . . . in front of your family."
Castiel paused, letting that warning sink in and watching Dean swallow uncomfortably. He cocked his head to the side and added with a wicked smile, "I'm sure that Gabriel can also let me know where to find certain toys, equipment, and . . . clubs where I can do more . . . training. Perhaps even in front of an audience."
Dean stared at his angel with an expression that combined dread and horror with curiosity and, unfortunately, regrettable arousal. Before his mind could even think of trying to comprehend that warning, Castiel continued softly, "As for the month, no. But we never really had . . . time to, uh . . . relax . . . and . . ."
"Get to know each other better?" Dean finished with a wicked smile.
"Much better," Castiel corrected firmly with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Dean laughed, "So exactly who's corrupting who here?"
"Does it matter?" Castiel questioned blandly while he pulled his mate up for another deep, arousing kiss. He mindlessly wondered if he would ever get enough of Dean. As Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's neck, Castiel wrapped his wings around Dean and forgot everything else.
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Dean felt and heard his stomach grumble angrily and slowly opened his eyes to ask Castiel about food. What he saw completely caught him by surprise? He blinked down at the completely peaceful, sleeping face of his angel. He'd never known Castiel to sleep before, except for that one time during the Apocolyspe when Castiel was cut off from Heaven and . . .
"Cas!" Dean croaked out in a voice fraught with worry. "Wake up!"
Castiel's eyes flew open and he stared at Dean with concern. "What? What is it, Dean?"
"Dude, are you cut off from Heaven again?"
"No." Castiel insisted firmly. "Why . . . oh." He sighed and smiled gently. "I was resting when you started dreaming again. I wanted to see so . . ."
"You feel asleep to be in my dreams," Dean verified with a slight smile.
"Yes."
"And?" Dean questioned while Castiel cocked his head to the side curiously. Dean prodded wickedly, "Was I good?"
Castiel's smile widened while he acknowledge wryly, "You are always good but you were dreaming of the children again."
"Oh . . . and?" Dean wondered, not remembering the dream.
"They were . . . happy that we are together," Castiel answered slowly but with a hint of smugness.
"Great," Dean replied with an exasperated eye roll. "Already getting Parent Trapped and they aren't even born yet. There's something just not right about that."
Castiel smiled with amusement then heard Dean's stomach voice another complaint. He gently rolled Dean to the side and stood up, dressing with a thought. He told Dean, "I will be back with food."
He disappeared only to reappear an instant later with huge egg and bacon tacos with coffee on the side. He offered the spoils to Dean then ordered softly, "Eat."
Dean sat up in the bed and reached for the food while the bed sheets fell to his naked lap. He quickly dug in and chowed down, not realizing how totally starved he was until this moment. Castiel continued to smile as he watched his mate devour his food.
Dean became conscious of Castiel's eyes on him so he glanced up and questioned with a mouth full of food, "So what now?"
"We head back to Bobby's, I suppose," Castiel answered hesitantly.
"Why?" Dean demanded abruptly. "Seems like we should be headed away from the archangels that are about to go all Kill Bill on me. Plus, we should lead them away from Sam and Bobby."
"We still have some things to discuss," Castiel argued firmly, "I find that my brothers as well as your family tend to have good minds and will help us figure things out."
Dean could tell that Castiel wasn't going to change his mind on this so he quickly finished his meal then asked casually, "So think you could scare me up some clothes?"
"Why would I . . ." Castiel started with a very troubled expression.
Dean smirked with amusement and interrupted dismissively, "Figure of speech, Cas. But I do need clothes so . . ."
Castiel frowned slightly at his mate's amusement then informed him easily, "I like you much better like this."
"Cas," Dean started uneasily, only to pause at Castiel's very dominant expression. "No," Dean argued tightly. "Gabe's already pulled that one and not only no, but, Hell, no!"
"Did he now?" Castiel questioned vaguely. "I'm sure you did something to justify it."
"Nothing justifies that," Dean argued hotly, desperately wanting to stand up and face his mate on even ground but knowing that he couldn't do that, especially without clothes. Castiel seemed to sense what he was thinking because he stared down at Dean with a slightly mocking expression on his face. Dean huffed irritably then grumbled sarcastically under his breath while he ran a hand through his hair, "Why don't' you just dress me in pink satin panties and parade me around a damn S & M club stage? Damn it, Cas, I'm not naturally a submissive so stop treating me that way. Son of a . . ."
Castiel knelt on the bed and leaned over his mate who recoiled slightly before he stopped himself. Castiel continued into Dean's personal space, placing a hand on either side of Dean's body while he commented close enough for feel Dean's rapid breath. Castiel breathed against Dean's lips, "Maybe not but you are naturally submissive to me!" Dean closed his eyes against the knowledge in both of them of how truthful a statement that was.
Castiel arched an eyebrow as he searched Dean's eyes and verified, "Pink satin panties?" Dean flushed unconsciously while he tried to look down but Castiel's gaze kept his eyes prisoner. "Very specific, Dean. Almost like . . . you knew exactly . . . what you wanted . . . what would make you fell . . . submissive" Dean's eyes flared wide with sudden fright then he started to shake his head but Castiel's next words stopped his denial before it really started, "I feel the arousal within you, Dean. As you know, I am here to grant your every wish."
Dean gulped swiftly then started to argue, "Cas . . ." His words of denial trailed off as he felt the remembered satiny material cover and cling to his groin. His half-filled cock pressed and slid easily within its soft prison. His head fell back and he automatically clenched his ass then wiggled, enjoying the arousing feeling of the material sliding over him repeatedly. He couldn't stop the broken moan that escaped under the onslaught of pleasurable sensations.
Castiel stared in stunned amazement at the arousing change in his mate. He watched Dean contort his hips while Dean's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He licked his lips then leaned over and whispered in Dean's ear, "I see your arousal but have you wondered what it would be like to have me suck you off in them?"
Dean panted and moaned wantonly at the visual, only to jerk slightly with his eyes wide and wild as he felt that sensation through Castiel's grace. He felt the warm wetness dampen the satiny material, making it even clingier. He felt his completely erect cock, peek its head up out of the tiny women's waistline. It pressed against the restraint, eager to be free, but at the same time begin very stimulated within the material. Dean let out a broken whimper and wiggled enticingly for his mate.
Castiel continued whispering hotly in his ear, "Tell me again how you are not my sub, Dean. How you are not the one who willingly spreads his legs wide for me. How you don't love my cock splitting you wide open. My big cock filling you so full that you feel completely empty without it. Without me. How you're not the one who mewls in pleasure as you are filled to overflowing with my cum. How you don't enjoy the feeling of my cum dripping out of you. How you didn't plug yourself up just to keep my cum in you longer. Tell me how you aren't the one carrying our child. Most of all, tell me how none of this turns you on. Tell me how you don't enjoy the mouth soaked satin clinging to your cock right now."
"Holy, freakin' shit, Cas!" Dean snarled swiftly before reaching up and capturing Castiel's lips in a deep, longing kiss. Their tongues clashed as Dean tried to drink in his mate. He was completely aroused and needed Castiel so very badly. "Now, Cas. Now!"
"No!" Castiel denied harshly as he pulled away. He continued his grace driven blow job on his mate but kept it teasing, not ready for his mate to finish yet. He had to have Dean answer. "Can you deny any of that?"
Dean stared at him a moment then felt his cock deep within the mouth of his angel and remembered his new knowledge that Castiel could easily break him again. That knowledge was greatly reinforced with the graceful blow job that he was currently receiving which was already weakening his will. Wanting to skip ahead to the good stuff, he whimpered brokenly, "No. Please, Cas. Now."
"Father, you're beautiful when you beg like that," Castiel observed with awe while he kissed Dean deeply before he pulled away. Dean whined slightly at the loss. Then he felt a very nude Castiel straddle his chest, high enough on his torso that he didn't put any pressure on their baby. Castiel leaned over and guided his fully aroused cock to paint Dean's lips with come.
Dean's eyes slid half-closed as he felt his mate mark his lips. He stared at Castiel's slender but muscular frame while he waited, having learned enough about Castiel's domination kink to know what to do at the moment. He tried to ignore the pleasurable, distracting sensations arising from his groin.
Castiel smiled with pleasure at Dean's patient submissiveness then ordered eagerly, "Open, Dean." Dean opened his watering mouth willingly, wanting to taste Castiel's 'angelic' essence. Castiel slowly glided his cock between Dean's cum-dampened, lush lips then ordered hoarsely, "Suck it."
Dean's mouth and lips quickly closed around the enormous cock and he ran his tongue down the pulsing vein on the underside of Castiel's cock. He teased it slightly with small, kittenish licks before he pushed the tip of his tongue into the slit of Castiel's cock. He moaned wantonly as Castiel's unique, delicious flavor exploded on his tongue and shot straight through to his eager cock which twitched compulsively under both pleasures it was currently experiencing. Dean mewled with need and bucked up his hips, desperate for more friction.
"Easy, baby," Castiel cajoled slightly then thrusted his hips forward, driving more of his cock into Dean's willing mouth. "You have to get me wet. Really wet. This is all we are using this time. So slick me up really good."
Dean moaned wantonly at the image and subconsciously spread his legs while more saliva filled his mouth. Castiel pulled back and thrusted again into Dean's wet, eager mouth. He sighed heavily and complained slightly, "You are so good, baby. Damn. Can't decide how many ways I want you. Too good, Dean. Way too good." Dean mewled with pleasure at the compliments and eager continued to please his mate the way his mate was pleasing him.
Too soon, Castiel pulled out of Dean's mouth, shuddering at the saliva and cum that dripped out of his mate's mouth in reaction. He quickly threw off the bed sheets and moved down in between Dean's spread legs which raised up to their knees in response. He saw the really damp, dark spot on Dean's satin panties where Dean's pre-cum had leaked out and now coated the panties and his groin area, giving it a slick shine. Dean's very erect cock was still straining against the waist band of the panties, especially at his cock tip.
Castiel reached out and gently pulled the panties up so that Dean's entire cock was covered in the satiny material. Dean whimpered in reaction but looked down from where Castiel had him pinned against the bed. Dean bit his lip slightly for control as one of Castiel's palms reached out, covered his entire cock then pressed down firmly against it. Dean moaned brokenly and threw his head back before he looked down again, unable to help himself.
Castiel gripped one of his legs and threw it over his shoulder before kneeling upright and bringing Dean's ass in the air in the process. Dean's other leg fell wide and off to the side while Castiel gingerly moved the back thong strap to the side, opening Dean's barely loosened hole to him. He knew that Dean had already been stretched from the previous activities and more wing oil would just keep them there longer.
Dean's head fell back as he felt his hole being exposed by his mate. He was waiting for the panties to be slipped off but quickly wondered if that was going to happen at all. He soon received an answer as he felt Castiel grab his hip tightly with one hand while the other lined up that massive cock with his hole. Oh, crap, he thought wildly. He'd really thought his angel was kidding about no oil or lube.
That massive cock impaled him with a force that left him breathless. He felt his muscles ripple at the sudden intrusion while his back arched at the pain of his sore channel being opened up abruptly again. He automatically wrapped his legs around his mate while he let out a low desperate moan then panted through the pain, only to be stunned by a new sensation.
Castiel's lower abdomen moved forcefully over Dean's satin clad cock. The satin slid soothingly over his arousal while Castiel's firm body provided friction allowing pleasure to wrap tightly around his sensitive cock. Castiel pulled back, dragging the panties with him, only to drag them back up with the next thrust.
"Holy crap!" Dean panted breathlessly, torn between slight pain and immense pleasure. He thrusted his hips up in time with Castiel sending his angel deeper inside him while maximizing the friction and contact of silk against his arousal. "Shit." He cursed unable to stop himself as he willingly impaled his ass deeply on Castiel's huge cock and worked his satin clad arousal against Castiel.
"Fuck," He cursed violently as he took quickly was overcome by the dual sensations. He felt his balls tighten as the satin caressed and rubbed against them as well. He threw back his head at Castiel's next thrust and cursed violently, feeling his cum squirt both outside and inside the now very sticky, soaked panties.
Castiel cursed moments later as Dean's channel tightened and gripped him then spasmed with the violent orgasm. He tried to pull out of Dean for another thrust but Dean's channel was too tight before it released slightly then milked Castiel for all he was worth. He pushed up even deeper inside Dean, determined to be as close as was physically possible with him.
After the last spasm released him, he relaxed against his mate then pulled out of him quickly and turned them on their sides, facing each other. He stared into Dean's soft eyes and they kissed leisurely for a long moment. They both drew a shuddering breath before Castiel stated firmly, "You are so keeping those."
He huffed out a very slight laugh but quickly stated warningly, "No body ever hears about this. Got it?"
"Got it,"' Castiel murmured with another soft kiss then bargained. "As long as you wear them today, all day."
Dean jerked back and stared at him with dread. "Depends. What are we doing today?" Castiel only smiled wickedly. Dean shook his head and argued, "No. Hell, no. I am not wearing these anywhere but the bedroom, Cas!"
Castiel cocked his head with an amused look before he observed fondly, "You say that like you have a choice in the matter."
Dean slapped his forehead and fell back on the pillow, commenting vaguely under his breath, "I've created a freakin' monster."
Castiel smiled widely then heard Dean's sharp inhale. He saw Dean's hand move to the baby and Castiel scooted closer then followed Dean's hand. They both felt the baby kick against Dean's stomach and smiled. Castiel looked back up into Dean's eyes and whispered solemnly, "Thank you." He kissed his mate lovingly for a long moment before he pulled back at another baby kick.
Dean's hand moved Castiel's face back up to look at his and he asked curiously, "For what?"
"Everything," Castiel breathed happily.
Dean smiled then smirked before he pointed out solemnly, "It's not going to be all roses and happily ever after. There is some serious shit coming our way. We'll be lucky if anyone comes out of this alive."
Castiel studied him a moment then acknowledged, "I know. But, this . . . this and the baby . . . it's more than I ever hoped for."
Dean smiled tenderly and admitted reluctantly, "Yeah. Me, too." Dean sighed heavily then prodded reluctantly, "We'd better get going, if we are going." Dean slowly sat up and wondered as he glanced around the room. "Did you like even include a bathroom?"
Castiel blinked and glanced at the left corner wall as a door materialized. Dean smiled slightly while he shook his head and stood up then shifted uncomfortably at the now binding panties. He reached for the waistband before Castiel cleared his throat behind him. Dean glanced back at him reluctantly. Castiel ordered teasingly, "Keep them on. You look seriously hot that way. Baby."
Dean's head fell forward and he brought a hand up then pressed fingers against the bridge of his nose before shaking his head and automatically strutting toward the bathroom. He could feel Castiel's hungry gaze on his ass as well as something slowly dripping . . . He shuddered slightly but called over his shoulder to distract his mate from lording more of his kinks against him, "Look all you want but remember the family doesn't know about this to keep the 'baby's to the bedroom and you might want to rethink them when we have our baby, Baby. No need to traumatize the kid any more than it will already will be." With that, Dean shut the bathroom door and looked forward to an amazing shower.
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