Dean's awareness came back to him slowly as the warm lump next to him shifted. He threw an arm around it to make it stop moving, but the lump just squirmed some more. More wriggling and another moment, and a warm breath of air ghosted over his ear.
"I see you made use of your key."
Dean hummed in acknowledgement, still not opening his eyes, but he squeezed his arm around Castiel a little tighter, bringing him closer.
Castiel kept talking. He was always a little chatty in the morning, and sometimes Dean wondered if he knew what he was actually saying. "I'm glad you came over. I always sleep better when you're here." Dean felt Cas lift his head and glance down at himself before huffing and laying back down. "Well, I guess I'd sleep better anyway if I managed to undress myself before sleep, but I see you took care of that for me. You always do that. Take care of me, that is. It isn't something I'm used to, I'll admit, but I like it."
At that, Dean's eyes popped open, and he was instantly more awake. He turned his head a bit to the side to look at Cas, green eyes curious. Cas' own blue ones stared back, wide and open in the early morning light.
Dean eyed Castiel questionably for a moment more. He didn't like talking about things like this. He knew what he wanted and what he liked, so he did it. He wanted Cas and liked to take care of him. It was simple as that. He tried to keep words like 'complicated' out of it, but he knew sometimes Castiel need reassurance.
So Dean turned fully over to his side, making sure to keep his gaze locked with his lover's, before taking Castiel's face in his hands and bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. He felt Cas' lips turn up in a smile as their mouths moved in tandem, but anytime he tried to pull back, Dean just dragged him in closer.
Groaning, Castiel finally broke away. "Dean."
"Yeah, baby?" Dean whispered, moving his lips to suck lightly at the sensitive spot just behind his ear, his scruff catching against the side of Castiel's jaw. Dean grinned into Cas' neck when he felt blunt fingernails dig into his shoulders at the contact.
"Dean. Please."
Dean's puff of laughter left him before he could stop it, but he rolled them so Castiel was pushed into the mattress beneath them.
Castiel moaned and bit his lip as he shifted his hips to line up against Dean's for a better angle. Not that he'd get it just yet.
He looked good like that, Dean thought. Sleep soft and at his mercy and feeling perfectly okay about the fact. Dean liked making Cas feel safe. It left him feeling warm in his stomach, knowing that Castiel felt safe enough to be this way with him. "I'll take care of you, baby. Don't you worry."
Shifting down, Dean pressed light kisses to Castiel's chest as his hands slowly made their way down his lover's body. Castiel's stomach muscles jumped, and his breathing racked up a notch, as Dean's fingers trailed lower and lower until Dean could play with the band of his boxers. He teasingly dipped his fingers below the seam and smirked when Castiel gasped audibly at the small touch.
Biting his lip, Castiel attempted to hitch his hips upward again, the erection straining against the fabric of his boxers obvious at this point, but Dean still wouldn't take pity. Instead, he crawled back up Castiel's body, bringing their still clothed lower halves together, kissing him heatedly when their lips met again.
Pulling back and peppering kisses on his eyelids, cheeks, nose, and lips, Dean told Cas how much he wanted him, how he'd take care of him always, and how much he loved him without saying a word. Castiel understood, moaning quietly and murmuring Dean's name like a prayer, his warm breath fluttering across Dean's face.
Feeling himself harden more at the sight beneath him, Dean finally slipped down far enough on the bed to remove the rest of his and Castiel's clothing.
The first full touch of heated and sweat-slick skin against one another caused both men to groan softly, and Dean wasted almost no time in lining up their erections and pumping them both languidly, thumb coming up to wipe away the pre-cum as it beaded.
Castiel's breath hitched harshly when Dean sped the pace, but he moved his hips in time all the same, keeping up with Dean easily, and entangled his fingers with Dean's around them.
Dean ground down into their hands as Castiel pushed upward, the slick slide of flesh delicious and maddening for them both. Feeling himself close, Dean used his free hand to grasp the back of Castiel's neck, crashing their mouths together in a messy slide of tongues and teeth as he came, Cas seconds behind him, back arching off the bed with a long, drawn-out moan.
Dean collapsed onto Castiel after his muscles remembered how to loosen, and Castiel's fingers immediately came up to brush through Dean's hair, pressing kisses to Dean's sweaty forehead.
It took more than a few minutes, but their breathing finally normalized and Dean moved off of Cas, kissing him lightly as he went, to grab whatever pair of boxers actually managed to stay on the bed so he could wipe them off.
Throwing the soiled garment to the bedroom floor, Dean flopped back down next to Cas, nuzzling his face into his shoulder, perfectly prepared for a mid-morning snuggle and nap.
Castiel chuckled, hands still lingering in Dean's hair.
Dean couldn't be bothered to actually lift his head from its human pillow. "Wha's funny?"
"We're a mess."
Dean shrugged. "Yer poin'?"
Castiel burrowed his nose into Dean's hair. Dean could feel his smile. "We smell, which means we need a shower. And I have to go up to the school today. I might have gotten behind on grading…"
Dean grunted, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, noticed tha'. Stack'd yer papers up on th' table las' nigh'."
Showing not a single sign of getting up, Castiel actually scooted closer to Dean on the bed. The exact opposite direction of the shower.
"We'll deal with yer papers later, Cas. And the shower."
Another smile was pressed into Dean's hair and Cas twined his fingers with Dean's on his stomach. Breathing deeply, sounding like he was drifting off himself, Castiel sighed. "Yeah, later sounds okay."
Author's End Note: So how'd it go? Nothing hardcore, but who doesn't like some fluffy smut in the morning? Funny story here: This plot idea is based loosely off one of the only hetero smutty dreams I've had, which I (naturally) turned straight back into gay sex. Yay!
I've never written even the tiniest bit of smut before, so I'd love to know how you think it went!
Thanks so much for reading! Comments are always well loved!
~ Aura