Prompt: "Dean moaned, thrusting viciously into his hand, as he imagined Cas's wing wrapped around his leaking cock."
The feathers were soft around the hard flesh. Spreading his fingers through the precome that collected at the head, he groaned and slid them up his shaft, lubing up the way. He imagined Cas whispering filthy things in his ear.
"You're a dirty little slut, Dean. You're gonna come, aren't you. You're gonna moan like a whore when you paint your stomach filthy white"
With a final twist of his wrist, Dean was coming, spurting the sheets above his waist with a huge load, his body twisting and muscles spasming when the powerful orgasm spread throughout him.
His eyes fluttered open and when he eventually focused on the figure standing at the foot of his bed, he had to admit that he was a little embarrassed.
"Hello, Dean"
