Author's Note:
WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT
This one's here for those of you who like smut. It's not gonna have anything relevant to the plot really so if it's not your kinda thing you can feel comfortable knowing that skipping this is fine :D
Dean felt a weight over his lap, it was warm and soaking through his pants. His eyelids flinched and he realized he'd fallen asleep while sprawled out on the bed. He forced his eyes open, the room was dimly lit and all he could see was the shadowy face he'd learned to love waking up to.
"You fell asleep," Cas whispered as he traced his fingers over Dean's ear, the light touch sending a shiver down Dean's spine.
"I did," he muttered groggily, realizing by his own voice that he'd definitely been out cold. Must've been snoring too, if his dry mouth was anything to go by. "You do okay by yourself?" he asked, smiling sleepily as Cas adjusted his position. Dean realized the second thing that was important to his immediate situation; Cas hadn't gotten dressed. Dean recognized the naked body sitting on him all too well, but the circumstances were far different from what he was used to.
"I did fine," Cas continued to speak softly, not getting off and just watching Dean. There was a sensuality to him that Dean hadn't been prepared for just yet, it was in the way he straddled Dean's lap and, in the heat between his legs. But mostly it was in Cas' eyes, lingering carelessly on Dean's lips for a few moments too long to be anything else.
Dean didn't want to jump to conclusions, he didn't want to assume. He swallowed, wishing his throat wasn't so dry. "You, uh… seem like you want something."
Castiel smiled a little wider and a slowly pulled his hips forward, dragging against Dean's skin and sending a jolt through Dean's body. Dean fought the urge to man-handle Castiel right then and there, he steadied himself and watched Cas' face. He'd kept anything sexual out of his mind for as long as he could with Cas, he knew that Cas couldn't consent before but now he could. Dean needed to hear an obvious and distinctive yes.
"Do you want to have sex?" he asked blatantly and watched the silent-seductress above him crack up into giggles.
"I do," Cas managed to say as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Dean's, still smiling as he did it. "I want to have sex."
Dean felt a laugh bubbling up in his chest too, "Hey, I'd be on thin ice if I didn't get a very obvious answer from you."
"I know, I know," Cas sighed and leaned around to nibble at Dean's earlobe, "Mike would kill you."
Dean heard the soft mumbling but he was too busy fighting shivers that snaked through his bones. "Sam would kill me too." He stuttered through the sentence, he was distracted and barely remembered the conversation as soon as it ended. The most important part was Castiel telling him 'I want to have sex.' That was about all he could focus on. He reached up and hovered his hands over Castiel's skin, it wasn't just like the other times, it was a different kind of touch. He prepared himself as he caressed Cas' suddenly unfamiliar sides.
Cas shuddered and ground his hips down more impatiently than before. Dean's breathing hitched in his throat, and both realized nearly simultaneously that they hadn't done anything sexual in a long time. Dean only had about two months of waiting but Cas was far more sensitive, it was clear why Cas was so eager.
"Oh god," Cas' tone was deeper than Dean was used to, breathy and raspy and right next to his ear. Blood boiled in him and pooled lower and lower in his torso. "We're doing this." Cas growled and stole one more kiss before sliding down the bed and positioning himself between Dean's legs.
An incoherent muttering pulled from Dean's throat, he was relatively sure it was curses but he couldn't be positive. Cas was quick to pull pants and underwear off, no trouble at all, meanwhile Dean struggled to get his mind level enough to pull off a damn shirt. Castiel didn't wait, his tongue slipped over the tip of Dean's cock and a soft moan left both of them.
"I've been looking forward to this," Cas murmured before getting busy.
"F-Fuck, Cas…" Dean's hands wrapped up in the sheets as he felt his angel take him. Cas never let on about what he knew about sex but the way he immediately slipped Dean down his throat was telling enough. Dean's stomach tightened in the best way and he grabbed onto Cas' hair, the first thing he could think to do. When the pressure got to be a little too much he caught himself pulling, tugging just so at the messy, damp locks between his fingers. He angled his gaze to see Cas' head bob between his legs and a husky groan spilled from his lips.
Dean's thigh tensed under Cas' hand as he squeezed and rubbed it affectionately, he'd been so focused on the blowjob and not ending everything too soon that he wasn't ready for anything else. Cas took a moment's break to kiss the tender skin trembling under his hand, "Sorry," he whispered to Dean's leg and nearly made both of them laugh again.
"You're fuckin' amazing," Dean dropped his arm over his face while Cas' hand continued the job for him.
"I wasn't celibate in high school," Cas stated matter-of-factly, gently squeezing as he slid his hand up from Dean's base. Dean couldn't answer, he just moaned each time he opened his mouth. Cas just smiled and leaned back down.
Dean opened his eyes the second he regained the warmth of Cas' mouth; as he looked down a smile tugged at his lips. How he managed to gain a boyfriend like Castiel was beyond him. Someone so strong and beautiful was way out of his league. Hell, Cas probably had more sex experience too, at least when it came to guys.
Dean's mind got away from him, he was losing himself to Cas' touch and he couldn't have been happier. However he was dangerously close to the edge, his legs were shaking and Cas was slowing down. Dean had no idea what to do when his brain reconnected the situation, he wanted Cas to finish him off but he also wanted sex to last longer. "W-wait," he protested but he felt Castiel's mouth pull, was that a smile?
Cas didn't listen at first but after a moment or two he lifted his head again. "What is it, baby?"
"I want this to last longer," Dean breathed heavily, before he even recognized his own ragged voice Cas was handing him his inhaler. A few deep breaths of it calmed him; Cas crawled up to his side and stroked his hair soothingly, leaving little kisses on his skin wherever he could. "Thanks," Dean mumbled, a little embarrassed but he knew he shouldn't have been. Not breathing right was going to be part of his life for a while.
"Maybe we should take it easier," Cas suggested but Dean shook his head.
"No, I mean we can go slow but I want to do this."
Cas smiled and kissed him again, slow and careful, taking up his mental functioning entirely. Dean didn't care what else was happening, he loved entangling his fingers with Cas', feeling Castiel's strength first hand. It was easy to lift Dean up; Cas adjusted and positioned him until they were slotted together. Dean's legs on either side of Cas' hips, he let his boyfriend lie him down.
Dean had made out with people before; he was skilled at that much so when Cas let him have a little more control Dean did his best to surprise. He was happy to take over for a moment and show what he could do, and if Cas' sudden eagerness was anything to go by then he was sure he'd succeeded.
Making out pushed into more hands-y territory and Dean lost track of whose hands went where. All he could really grasp was the fact that he loved how warm it was between them, and he hated it all the more when Cas had to go and find some lube. A deep, frustrated sigh escaped him after Cas disappeared with some money. Dean lay fully naked on the bed with his phone held just above his head. It took probably five minutes but his erection was certain it was more like 20.
"Sorry," Cas was laughing as he undressed again, "Did I take long?"
"Nah," Dean dropped his phone and grinned, "So what's the plan then? I shouldn't exert myself much, how did you wanna do this?"
"Well," Cas kicked off his pants, the last article he'd tossed on before leaving. "It depends, you could lie there and I'd fuck myself on you."
Dean nodded, he liked the sound of that, "And the other is you take top, right?"
"Yeah," Cas smiled more predatorily than Dean had seen on him before. It made his heart skip and he felt heat rising in his face. He really liked seeing Castiel in control; while there was the lingering feeling that he needed to protect Cas he started to realize that it wasn't as imperative. Cas could fend for himself, he remembered the world around them and didn't need someone to hold his hand. Dean knew that Cas would always need him in some way, but not like it had been before.
"Let's do that," Dean decided and watched Cas' smile widen.
"As you wish," Cas leaned over and kissed him smoothly, "I'll be gentle."
"You don't have to be." Dean smirked and felt a small shudder when Cas popped open the bottle he'd just bought.
It was new, Dean inhaled sharply when he felt Cas' fingers tracing him and slowly pressing at his entrance. It was slick, he wasn't sure how he felt about so much sliding going on down there, he was sure it would be good but it still made him feel a little vulnerable. Cas was nothing but sweet though, carefully opening him up in the best way.
Dean sighed softly and turned his head, pressing his cheek into the sheets. He tried not to moan as much as he felt compelled to, he couldn't get over how much he loved Cas' experience.
It was painful the first time Cas entered, though only slightly. Cas had done more than enough work opening him up, soaking wet and totally worth it. Dean tried not to notice the painful part of the new pressure, he instead focused on the way Cas pressed greedy lips against his neck. Cas' kisses were sprinkled with whispered reassuring nonsense, it was sweet and helped him pay more attention to how Cas held him wrapped up in his arms. Cas moved slowly, hands stroking soothingly over Dean's nipples and down his abdomen.
Castiel's pace was a gentle, upward slope of intensity and Dean started to really feel it. He'd lost focus on himself and couldn't tell if he was making too much noise or not. Dean was a trembling mess; he knew it, felt it. He could only imagine what he must've looked like to Cas, they'd had some very sentimental moments but he was sure Cas hadn't seen him like that.
It was more of a shock to his system than he'd expected, too. It felt amazing, but still quite a surprise for him. In all his years of being sexually active he'd never been on the receiving end, nor had he ever had anything beyond his own curious fingers penetrate him. Maybe a toy or two, who was really keeping track? But nothing as foreign as another guy's cock, nothing as thick and long. It felt strange, and maybe that was it – the reason he thought it might've been painful, that deep, slow ache he felt low in his belly.
But Cas wouldn't ever hurt him, not really. Cas had taken good care in prepping Dean, it was just a shock and that was why he felt so flushed. A new sensation his body and mind weren't fully ready for. It wasn't just the physical feeling though, it was Castiel. Dean couldn't get over the fact that he had Cas with him, that his boyfriend was so incredible even if he wasn't. Dean didn't know about Cas' actual sexual experiences, but to him Cas couldn't do anything wrong. Every touch of those fingers made Dean want him more.
"Cas," Dean croaked, and he couldn't believe how dry and raw his voice was. How much sound had he been making?
"Yes, Dee?" Cas replied low and sweet, leaving more kisses against Dean's neck. He didn't sound concerned, more awestruck than anything. Dean wasn't sure if it was because of obscene noises or because Cas hadn't had sex in over four years. Either way Cas didn't stop, his hands slid up and down Dean's chest, trailing closer to the erection he'd been leaving untouched thus far.
Dean heard his own whimpering that time, barely able to say Cas' name a second time. He turned his head and tried to press it into the sheets again, a wave of pleasure rolling over him. If Cas were any other person, Dean would've expected them to take his gurgling and facing away as a rejection of some kind. Maybe a sign of bad sex. But Castiel didn't stop his rhythmic thrusting and he didn't back away. Instead, he pressed himself down against Dean's chest and nestled his face into the nape of Dean's neck.
Close to climax, Dean reached up and grabbed onto the mop of hair that tickled him slightly. Cas stayed with his face buried, he kept panting and moaning out Dean's name and wouldn't stop dust his neck with hot, sloppy kisses.
"Cas." Dean breathed his name out and it sounded more like begging, maybe a desperate request. It quickly became a mantra that Dean gasped into the sheets as his hand moved under him to squeeze the base of his cock. He was too close to the edge, he wanted to stop his orgasm to line up with Castiel's. He had to cum with Cas the first time.
Castiel let him do it for a few frenzied moments, leaning back to get a better momentum going. They kept up the pace until Cas shuddered and grasped Dean's hips tighter, his pace stuttered and then Dean felt something a little extra. It was warm and reminded him that condoms were probably a smart option he'd ignored. Cas leaned down to Dean's ear again and in a pleased moan he said softly, "Let go for me."
Dean's mouth dropped open and he followed the order, his hand loosened and moved up and down on his cock a few times. His orgasm crashed into him and felt the light rush of air from Cas' breathing against his neck. It all mixed into the same, wonderful feeling. He gasped for breath but knew that Cas had him, nothing bad would happen.
Another few inhales from his medicine later he felt calmer, his fingers pressed into Cas' skin just enough to make little indents and display his small fear of letting Cas go. It wasn't a spoken concern but Dean didn't want to lose the best thing to ever happen to him, he didn't want to wake up and find it was a dream.
Castiel pulled Dean up further on the bed; Dean didn't bother to pay attention to the way Cas moved him around. All the positions were comfortable as long as he didn't have to be alone, he didn't care what Cas decided to do with him. They ended up cuddled under the blanket; Dean was tucked in close to Cas' chest and coddled like he might've been made of glass.
They were quiet for a while; Cas was kissing the top of Dean's head and caressing him gently. It was the most cared for Dean had felt in some time. He cozied right up to Cas and reveled in the feeling.
"I love you," he mumbled against Castiel's skin and smiled as he tilted his head to look up.
"I love you too, Dee." Castiel was smiling so kindly; Dean couldn't imagine how he'd made it so far in life without his angel nearby. Such a simple but beautiful expression, Castiel was everything he'd ever wanted and Dean couldn't stop staring. He could look at those eyes for the rest of his life.