Dean pulled Castiel firmly against him, kissing him deeply as his tongue invaded his mouth, sighing softly at how easily Castiel leaned into the kiss, his hand on the back of Dean's neck.
Castiel made the most wonderful sounds as Dean's hands wandered over his body, grasping him behind his thighs as he hoisted Castiel onto the map table, nudging his legs apart to stand between them.
"Cas..." Dean growled against Castiel's mouth, kissing him roughly, his hands working Castiel's pants off his hips making Castiel gasp when his cock sprang free over the waistband.
"Dean," Castiel whimpered when Dean wrapped his hand around Castiel's hard cock, stroking down to the base then back up to the weeping head.
Dean covered his neck in kisses, stroking him until he started thrusting into Dean's hand, Castiel keened and whimpered, burying his face into the crook of Dean's neck.
"My beautiful angel, making such beautiful noises for me..." Dean praised kissing him fully on the lips, Castiel could barely contain himself.
"Dean... Please..." Castiel begged, putting his arms around Dean's neck to pull him in closer until their hips met and Castiel could feel Dean's hardness press into him, moaning at the feeling.
-_-
"Which sounds better, caramel or butterscotch?" Dean held up two similarly colored bottles of syrup in front of Castiel's face.
Castiel was perched on a chair on the other side of the kitchen counter across from Dean, absentmindedly flipping through a book he wasn't really reading.
"For what exactly?" Castiel lifted his head up to see what Dean was showing him, inspecting the two amber colored bottles in Dean's hands.
"Ice cream sundaes, Cas... Have you not been paying attention?" Dean huffed faking annoyance as he set the syrup bottles onto the counter, turning around to pull out a tub of vanilla ice cream from the freezer.
Dean paused mid turn around with the tub in his hand, a brilliant idea striking him like a match striking fire, quickly stuffing the ice cream back into the freezer before returning to Castiel.
"Hey Cas?"
Castiel looked up to see Dean staring at him, a hint of mischievous intent sparkling in his emerald eyes. Castiel suddenly felt like his body was on fire under Dean's gaze.
"Y-yes Dean?" Castiel prompted, watching Dean curiously, feeling a warm sensation settle in the pit of his stomach as Dean stepped around the counter to approach him.
Dean cupped Castiel's face, running his thumb lightly over his bottom lip before leaning down to kiss him deeply and hotly, Castiel sighed into the kiss.
"I thought of a better use for the syrup," Dean announced breaking the kiss, keeping his hand on Castiel's face, smirking down at him with a quirked eyebrow. Castiel blushed.
-_-
"Are you certain about this, Dean?" Castiel glanced up into shimmering emerald eyes, a blush tinting his cheeks.
Dean held Castiel down into the mattress of his bed, thighs resting on either side of Castiel's lap as Dean looked down at him like a hungry beast.
"Oh, I am most definitely certain about this Cas... You'll enjoy it, trust me," Dean leaned down to press a kiss along Castiel's exposed collarbone.
Dean had stripped himself and Castiel of their clothes on their way to his room, leaving a breadcrumb trail of discarded clothing from the kitchen to his bedroom.
Castiel shuddered, his breathing becoming shallow as Dean trailed a path of kisses down his chest and stomach, shifting further down his body to lavish kisses above Castiel's groin.
"This might be a little cold, but I'll warm it up," Dean announced with a knowing look up at Castiel from between his thighs, holding up the caramel syrup bottle he'd tossed onto the bed.
Dean popped open the cap of the syrup bottle and poured a decent amount along the length of Castiel's impossibly hard cock, watching it twitch and flex as the cold syrup dripped onto Castiel's stomach.
"Dean... That's... Oh..." Castiel panted breathlessly when Dean dipped his head and began lapping at the syrup, his hot tongue and mouth mixing with the cold sensation of the sticky syrup.
Castiel fisted the sheet beneath him, arching his hips up into Dean's face as Dean continued to lick and suck the syrup off his aching cock, taking it inch by sticky inch into his mouth.
Castiel watched in amazement, moaning and panting as he felt himself edging closer towards his imminent release down Dean's throat. Dean let out a chuckle from deep in his chest, muffled by Castiel in his mouth.
"Dean... I'm...!" Castiel cried out tossing his head back into the pillow, grip tightening on the sheet as his hips spasmed and bucked.
Dean continued his feverish ministrations on Castiel, the sweet of the syrup mixing with the saltiness of Castiel as he came, hard and panting, down Dean's throat.
-_-
"I think I have a new appreciation for syrup... Especially caramel," Dean announced as he scrubbed himself clean of their sticky mess in the shower.
"Maybe next time we can use whip cream," He gave Castiel a knowing smirk, rubbing his washcloth over his crotch as Castiel's gaze followed his hand, a blush tinting his cheeks.
"What'd you have in mind to do now?" Dean questioned, bringing Castiel's attention to his face. He moved closer to Castiel under the spray of water to wash away the bodywash he'd lathered himself with.
Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, pulling him even closer against his wet, naked body under the shower head, a quiet moan slipping from his mouth when their soft dicks slid together.
"I can think of several things I'd like to do," Castiel whispered in Dean's ear, nuzzling his nose under Dean's ear, pressing kisses along the side of his neck.
"Do tell, angel..." Dean responded, running his hands down Castiel's sides and coming down to cup his ass, giving it a teasing squeeze, which made Castiel whimper.