Author's Note:
Here's the first part of your smut, the Destiel side of it all. I hope you all enjoy, please review!
Eat Your Vegetables World: Part 5
Castiel took a deep breath after washing himself off, his clothes discarded on the floor and his limbs feeling so strange without something covering them. Dean was waiting for him in the next room, naked, hot and getting warmer with each passing second. Cas' heart skipped excitedly, part of him was nervous that maybe he'd forgotten the right things, how to move properly, what Dean liked, or if maybe this Dean even liked the same things. He shook his head, what did that matter? It wasn't like he and his partner had done it before, no other couples knew everything or anything at all their first times.
He ran his hand down his chest, hoping maybe it'd slow the beating, of course it didn't work that way but he was still hopeful. A slow breath before he exited the bathroom didn't serve him either, but it prepared him for the sight on his bed. Dean had covered himself with the blanket to the point where Castiel could see the upper part of his thighs but nothing in between, just that dangerous, chiseled design that he wanted to thank God for. "Fuck…" Cas muttered slowly as he entered, curses already tracing the most inner parts of his mouth.
Dean looked up and the way the corners of his mouth tugged up had Castiel's skin feeling tingly. He crawled into the bed, slipping under the covers next to Dean and feeling the urge to touch the creases leading down Dean's hips to what Cas wanted nothing more than to even get a glimpse of. He thought his heart would melt, it all felt so familiar and welcoming, his eyes burned with the threat of tears and the core of his body felt like it was about to catch fire. There he was with Dean Winchester, the love of his life all over again. And while he could remember nearly every detail of his first time with his late husband, this was nothing like that time. The way this Dean, his Dean looked at him was surreal, undying love lingering in that green tinged gaze. He was this Dean's Castiel, the only one Dean had ever had eyes for and probably the only one he ever would.
Cas reached behind Dean's head carefully, his hand finding comfort in the soft hairs as he watched excitement flicker in his partner's face. "You are so lovely," he whispered almost in a daze, he felt so lucky to be where he was, to be with who he was with. "Am I really worth all of this?"
Dean's face scrunched up as he gently touched his hand to Castiel's wrist, "You're worth so much more than all of this," he smiled and shuffled closer, carefully letting their lips touch, pressing forward until their faces could be mistaken for the same one. Dean tilted his head and dipped his jaw, making room for Cas as the dark haired priest wrapped his arms over Dean's shoulders. They fit together so well, mouths moving in synch and bodies starting to slide against the others'. Dean pulled back just enough so that he could speak again, lips still close enough to graze Castiel's each time they moved, "You know I'd give you everything if you needed me to."
"I suppose I do," Cas hummed happily, running his fingers through Dean's hair a few times, "I'm sorry I'm not some crazy sex god."
"I didn't expect you to be, why would you think that?"
Cas closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Dean's, "There have been several alternate versions of me and some of them have… offered themselves to you. I just thought you'd expect me to have the same quality." He would have kept his eyes closed but Dean touched the side of his hand to Castiel's chin and tilted it up, he instinctively looked into Dean's gaze like it was the most natural thing.
"Cas, I don't care what the others like to do, I care about what you want." His words were so sweet and matched his expression to the T. Dean was beautiful, he'd always been; Cas swallowed past a lump in his throat and leaned up for a quick kiss, his lips pulling up into a smile.
"How did I ever get so lucky?" He whispered with a chuckle, his heart starting to catch up to him as he placed his hand over the rigid muscle of Dean's chest and let it drift down, ghosting over the little features and definition he so badly wanted to kiss and feel.
Dean inhaled deeply, an attempt to calm his nerves and stop himself from just getting into the deed without ceremony. Castiel's touch was hauntingly light but it still sent blood rushing out of Dean's brain like an emergency evacuation. "You know, your luck was pretty bad before, I think this is just things evening out." His breathing had started to get a little heavier, a weight added to each huff of air as Cas' hand slid lower, resting just below his belly button.
"Maybe so," Cas smiled and traced little circles on Dean's skin, each one getting wider in a spiraling shape, getting so close and pushing the blanket lower with each pass. He stopped just above the base of Dean's cock and moved his hand away again, loving the light gasps Dean attempted to keep relaxed. Getting too excited too soon was embarrassing, or at least for someone of Dean's sexual prowess. Cas knew that had to be why, some things with Dean's never change – they always had to look cool. "So how did you want to do this tonight?" He asked seductively, his voice low with just enough gravel-overtones to give Dean a good shudder.
Dean didn't answer right away, he held Cas' gaze calmly, looking over the unique features of his partner's face before he licked his lips and gently lifted the knee between Castiel's legs. There was a flicker in those blue eyes, a soft hiccup of air leaving Cas' mouth as Dean repeated the motion with a growing lust in his expression. The air felt thick around them, hot and overly anticipated like they'd already waited too long. "I want to love you, I want to do it right." Dean slowly rocked his hips up, he could feel Castiel's dick against his skin now that he was moving, it was still a little soft but the more he slid them together the harder it got.
"I want you to." Cas sighed, starting to rut against Dean's lifted leg, the warmth of his balls pressing down on Dean's thigh. "I want you." He closed his eyes to try and drown out at least one of his other senses, hoping maybe it'd heighten the sensation of Dean's touch. Rough hands found their way to his hips and gripped them tight, lifting him slightly and letting him ease back down in the same motion. "Dean," He let the elation in his voice flow, pleasure waving over him like a long overdue shower.
Dean moaned softly, wanting to continue the simple action, not wanting to lose that feeling, but he knew he had to do better than that. He sat up a little and urged Castiel over, lying him down on his back Dean took his place overtop of his lover. Dean paused to look at the flushed cheeks and parted lips that greeted his eyes, really take a look because this would be the first time he'd ever seen it. Cas was so pretty, there was rising tension in his body, an increased heart rate, and already a mess of dark hair, all mixed in one little sexy body; Dean didn't know how laws of nature worked but he was certain that Castiel should be illegal.
The moments they shared looking at one another passed so easily they could have lost so much time doing it but Dean didn't want to waste the precious time they'd taken for this. Castiel needed this, needed him and he wasn't about to let that down. Dean slid lower and took a careful hold of Cas' shaft, fingers wrapping around so distinctly, he hadn't ever touched another man before but Dean knew himself and that's what he'd base the experience on. At least for the first while, he had a feeling Cas would let him know what worked.
Dean gave Cas a few gentle strokes, getting a feel for it, adjusting his wrist as he lowered himself to rest between Castiel's legs. The other priest was left pressing his head back into the pillows, hips twitching and held down. Cas stifled a moan as Dean's tongue adventured over the head of his cock, swirling around the tip and curling under the ridge experimentally. "Dean," he whined the name he loved to say, he curled his lips in and pressed them together as another soft sigh pushed its way up to audible levels. It didn't matter if Dean didn't know what he was doing, his 'figuring it out' was more than enough for Cas at that point. "God, I want you so bad." He curved his back and tensed his legs, his hands finding their way through Dean's hair over and over again.
Dean hummed his response as he took as much of Castiel into his mouth as he could, keeping his tongue extended beneath the weight of his dick, slowly massaging the trembling appendage. He hadn't ever had another man in his mouth before, and he really didn't think he'd ever have another man again. Just Castiel, because the sweet, salty taste was making Dean's mouth water all the more. He pulled his head back and rocked it forward again, getting a rhythm going as Cas' fingers pulled at the hairs on the top of his head and let them go again, a little pattern happening.
"Ohhh… ohhh Dean…" Cas gasped softly, his pelvis moving up and down in time with Dean's motion easily, slow and steady in its buildup. The feeling burned in his center, warmth spreading all throughout his body and coiling in his groin like some trap ready to spring. Dean pulled away again, licking his reddened lips as he slid his hand up and down the length of Cas' dick. Castiel rolled his hips forward and moaned a little louder as he fucked himself into Dean's hand, it felt too good to stop and in that moment he just wanted to come. He just wanted a release his body had denied him for ages. But then, he hadn't really had a chance to explore Dean, to see how he ticked and what made him squirm. Cas slowed himself down but Dean seemed to be enjoying the scene, his hand on his own cock really pumping himself good. Cas bit the inside of his cheek, it was so enticing to watch and finish to but he had to stop it. "Ahhh- I-I can't take it much more, wait. Wait." He panted and tried to pull out of Dean's hand, his partner listening after a moment of clarity.
"You okay?" Dean asked, flushed and a little flustered at the sudden pull back.
"Of course," Castiel smiled and gestured for Dean to come closer. He obliged immediately, crawling over top his lover again. They were both hot, heaving messes already but they didn't seem to notice just yet, all that mattered was the only other person in the room than themselves. Dean leaned down and licked into Cas' opening mouth, their tongues dancing together effortlessly, feeling the warmth and moisture of the other's breath as they panted. Castiel had to break it first for a real gulp of air, his chest rising and falling almost in synch with Dean's as he looked into the green depths of his eyes, just taking it in for a moment, "I wanted…" he inhaled heavily, "wanted to know you, too."
Dean nodded and pressed forward for another kiss, letting Cas get a taste of his own dick in Dean's mouth. They parted again when Dean breathed in sharply, Cas' hand gripping his cock and massaging it slowly. His fingers traced the little ridges and prominent veins that textured Dean's shaft, Cas knew that he'd get to feel those very soon in a much more personal way. He couldn't take a whole lot more in terms of foreplay and teasing, and judging by how hard Dean was, and the glistening pre cum on his tip, his partner couldn't either. "I have an idea," Cas breathed out, getting up and this time took his turn to get Dean to lie down again. He didn't explain with words, instead he handed Dean the bottle of lube and crawled over him the opposite way. Cas felt his cheeks burning with some embarrassment, he wasn't sure how Dean would react to suddenly having Cas' ass in his face but that anxiety didn't last too long.
Dean caught the hint immediately, he yanked Castiel's hips backward, closer, drawing out a shocked yelp from Cas. Dean parted Cas' cheeks gently with his thumbs, not waiting to see what his lover had in mind on the other end of their 69. Dean pressed his face forward, tongue eagerly dipping in past Castiel's rim, stretching him just a bit.
"Oh fuck!" Castiel's voice was pinched as he slurred out expletives, his hands barely worked as he tried to jerk Dean's dick. He rutted back with the encouragement of Dean's grip, fingers pressing hard into his hips. "Ohhhh fuck, oh fuck!" He cried out a little louder the more Dean's tongue wriggled and slipped around in circles.
Dean's hands let go and went for the lube he'd dropped on the mattress beside him. The cap flicked open and he poured a greedy amount onto his fingers, spreading it between the main three. He leaned back again with a smile, licking his lips with a heated breath, "You like that, baby?"
"Yes. Yes I like it." Cas answered mindlessly, his body feeling like it was about to burn itself to the ground and implode at the same time. "I want it. I want it." He whimpered and bent forward, taking Dean into his mouth as he tried to spread his legs a little wider.
"Fuck…" Dean grunted with a gasp and pushed his index into Cas' hole, fucking it in and out right away. Castiel gargled a cry onto his dick, bucking backward again, trying to fuck himself with a single finger as his tongue swiveled around the head. Dean meant to stretch Cas a little further before he inserted a second finger but his partner was loosening up so easily for him, Cas really wanted it. "Fuck, you want this so bad." Dean growled out, pushing a second finger and carefully working Cas open further.
Castiel had to stop what he was doing, almost choking himself when he jerked down with the sudden crash of pleasure taking over him. Saliva dripped from his open mouth as he hovered over Dean's cock, gasping, wheezing and rocking with Dean's hand. "Dean!" He sobbed with a hiccupped breath, "I c-can't wait! Please! Please just-"
Dean could so easily lift Castiel up and he did, spinning them around to pin his lover to the bed. "You need it?" He asked sweetly, unwrapping the condom from the bedside table.
Cas nodded, a strained 'uh huh' stuttering up from his throat. "Baby… please…" he pressed his shoulders down into the mattress, his hips slowly lifting and dropping back down again repeatedly. Dean coated the condom with lube despite it already having some, he didn't want to hurt Cas, even if he was opened a little it didn't mean he was opened far enough. It'd been a long time since Cas had done this, he might as well be a virgin again for as tight as he was going to be.
The blunt head of Dean's pushed in past the initial ring of muscle clenching down, it was slow going and Cas was writhing already. "Just breathe," Dean whispered soothingly, his hand running down Castiel's heaving chest. "Relax, Cas."
Though he felt like stopping and breathing would be the end of him, Cas listened. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he tried to breathe a little slower. It was so hard to try and calm down and really he didn't want to, he wanted to go as high as possible and crash back down. To feel that ecstasy again, but Dean wasn't wrong. He was pushing himself, getting more frantic than euphoric. Cas closed his eyes as Dean dipped lower to kiss him, slowly pushing forward until he was seated deep inside. "It kind of hurts." Cas whispered, opening his eyes again and looking at Dean earnestly.
"I know," Dean kissed him again, so gentle and kind. "Just try to get used to it, okay?" He rolled his hips forward slowly, letting the pressure ease inside of Castiel.
It felt so good, despite the pain. Cas' tolerance for pain was high, his healing levels were higher, it only took a moment before he was starting to move back, his thighs pressing against Dean's sides before falling open again. "I'm good," he exhaled, his hands coming up and grabbing hold of Dean's shoulders, one sliding back to the nape of Dean's neck.
Those words were all Dean needed, he was so hot now, just sitting in that heated, pressurized hole had his cock dripping from the end. Dean's hips snapped forward with some precision and Castiel nearly lost it right there. "Oh god, fuck!" He shouted, his hand squeezed Dean's shoulder before dropping down to his own cock, impatiently jerking it and attempting to get it in time with Dean's thrusts.
Dean could feel sweat beading on his back as he pounded into his lover, his eyes open to catch every little expression Castiel made, to see the way his mouth fell open and stayed that way. How his brow creased and scrunched down in concentration then shot up with the tenderest look of bliss Dean had ever seen. "You're beautiful," he gasped, his voice starting to sound strung out and wrecked. "Fuck, Cas, you're so beautiful."
"Dean-" Cas arched up, he was wound tighter and tighter with each shocking strike to his prostate. It was sweetly painful, the way Dean's strength really could split him in half but never did, Dean knew what he was doing, exactly how much he could push forward. Castiel's fingers bit into the skin on Dean's neck, just a little. His muscles tensed and jerked, the heat in his lower body starting to flare up and send his mind into spirals. "Dean I'm-I'm-ah! Ahhhhh!" His words dissipated into a drawn out cry as he streaked them both white, his eyes squeezed shut and head pushed back as hard as he could. His body trembled and shook, the kinds of sounds that came from him couldn't have been human. Dean dipped an arm under Cas and held him close as the pleasure started to peak, his thrusts a little less precise and his mind foggy with want.
"Cas, fuck babe I'm gonna come, you're so fucking tight, baby." Dean's breathing hitched and his body stuttered before he ground his hips forward, just a bit deeper as Cas' muscles squeezed him. He came with a soundless breath, hunching forward and nearly dropping on top of Castiel.
They panted quietly together, wriggling around in the bed until they were comfortable and ready for bed, condom discarded in the garbage can nearby. Cas nuzzled his face into Dean's chest and sighed happily, his eyes refusing to open. "Thank you," he whispered, Dean's arms tightly wrapped around him.
"No need to thank me for that," Dean sighed and ran his fingers through his partner's hair.
"I love you, Dean." Castiel held a little tighter, "Please… don't leave me."
Dean squeezed his eyes shut at the awful ache in his chest from those words, "I love you too, Cas." He tucked his baby in closer to him, "I'll never let you go."