It wasn't a Dominant and submissive relationship. Neither of them felt like ordering each other about, and they'd tried it both ways, they really did.

They always ended up in fits of giggles, holding each other up in their mirth, all three times they'd tried to be absolutely serious about it.

And all the honorifics they'd tried out had sounded either just wrong (daddy made Dean's skin crawl) or silly (Cas had had a hard time calling Dean Master, usually tacking on 'of the Universe' after a couple seconds, making Dean laugh his ass off.) But there was something going on with the way Dean wanted Cas to feel good, so very good, and the way Dean's whole entirety wanted to be the sole reason for it.

Dean craved the moans and the praising words falling from Cas's mouth when Dean got his hands on him. How Cas turned into a puddle when Dean worked his tongue on his cock, and how desperately Cas chased his orgasm when it was too much, taking and taking his pleasure out of Dean when he fucked him gloriously, brutally hard.

Dean all but went insane every time he felt Cas's cock jump and pulse inside him, in his ass or mouth, shooting come deep inside Dean. He imagined, hoped, wished he could be marked by it, right where he belonged, to forever be Castiel's. Or when he swallowed down Cas's come greedily, milking him to the last drop, Dean dreamed there could be more and more, so he could enjoy it longer, taste it, have it dribble out of his mouth because it was just too full of Cas's seed.

So their sex life was definitely... interesting.

Castiel, Dean and Sam sat around the table, tucking into their spaghetti and meatballs Dean and Cas had made for dinner, everybody concentrating on getting their stomachs full so there was a lull in the conversation, when Cas put his fork down and said perfectly casually; I think I'd like to watch a movie tonight, but the Dean Cave has felt a little chilly recently, anyone else noticed that?"

His eyes were piercing when he looked straight into Dean's soul, his face blank except for the glint in his eye, making Dean gulp and grab his beer to stop himself from smirking too obviously.

Cas didn't feel cold, what with being an angel, and surely the minor shifts in the inside temperatures had nothing on the freezing cold of some of the places Cas had been to during his almost incomprehensibly long time of existing.

If Cas complained about a chill, it meant that it was Dean's opportunity to keep him warm. Very warm. Very pleasantly warm for them both.

Sam only glanced at them both, unbothered, and skewered a meatball, "I'll check the atmospheric settings and the AC, but I haven't noticed anything myself"

"Maybe it's because you don't use the Dean Cave as much as we do. Perhaps you just don't notice the difference," Cas said with a straight face, still looking right at Dean. "It's like there's a draft almost, the warmth needing to get to a certain specific spot."

Dean coughed and gave Cas the evil eye, shifting on his chair as his cock started to plump up at the innuendo Sam was oblivious about. He shoveled another forkful of spaghetti into his mouth with more force than was probably absolutely necessary.

"Well, I'm leaving to spend a few days with Eileen, so I'll look into it when I get back," Sam said, finishing his supper and getting up. "I actually have to get going, so you too have fun having the place all to yourself."

Sam's smile was kind, genuine, like he really wanted them to enjoy the place without the fear of accidental interruptions, and Dean was thankful for his brother. Though Sammy made a fuss about too much PDA, he was generally cool with Cas and Dean's tendency to always gravitate towards each other, to always be touching, were it Cas's arm around Dean waist, or Dean's arm slung around Cas's shoulders. Even the occasional peck on the lips went without comment, which both the angel and Dean appreciated. They knew what they were doing, the effect why had on each other. They didn't need the running commentary.

"We will, and we promise to clean up any suspicious stains before you come back," Dean smirked, gesturing with his fork and taking another swig of his beer. chuckling when Sam's face turned into a grimace before he disappeared to collect his things.

After sending Sam on his way and telling him not to scare Eileen off with too much nerdiness and being a bitch, Dean got the expected "Jerk" back with an amused smile from Sam before the bunker door slammed shut and there was just Dean and Cas.

As the echo of the door slamming shut was still in the air, Dean led Cas to the Dean Cave by the hand.

Dean prowled to Cas, crowding him while the angel stood still, and murmured against his lips, wrapping his arms around his neck; "What's this I hear about a specific chill? Are you sure it's not a ghost?"

Cas replied by capturing Dean's lips into a soft, languid kiss, his whole demeanor and touch gentle, making Dean melt against him, feeling a surge of love and excitement course through him, making him smile into the kiss.

The temperature in the room was actually very pleasant, as Cas had adjusted it for Dean to be comfortably warm during their time here.

Dean led Cas to the couch and sat down, shuffling his ass down a bit to get comfortable and patted his lap.

Taking the cue, Cas laid down, and rested his head on Dean's lap, and in the next moment Dean's hand was in Cas's hair as was his second nature, stroking through the wild strands.

He put on Parks and Recreation , which had quickly become one of Cas's favorites. He had told Dean he could relate to the awkwardness and the humor, as it was familiar to him, and there was an absurdity to the funny bits that resonated within him. So it was perfect for them to digest their food for a couple episodes, before they really started to hunt the ghost haunting the Dean Cave. There was no hurry, although Dean could feel the simmer of the beginnings of his arousal and anticipation buzzing in his chest.

After the second episode Dean had already became a little restless, already having tugged Cas's tie loose and was opening the buttons of his shirt, undressing him to his preference, while Cas rolled his sleeves up past his elbows, making Dean stop for a moment to stroke his hands over Cas's strong arms.

Cas got up for Dean to get rid of his slacks, socks and boxers, Dean undressing Cas to his specific viewing pleasure, Cas's cock not even a little bit hard, which Dean would've found either offending or very unusual, if that hadn't been exactly what they both wanted.

Sitting down on the recliner where Dean told him to sit, remote in hand, Cas spread his legs wide to make room for Dean, who had stripped himself of his clothes, and dropped a large, soft pillow on the floor, purchased for this particular function.

Dean knelt down and looked at Cas, smiling excitedly like he was going to get the best present of his lifetime, and cherished the texture of the hairs on Cas's thighs as he ran his hands over them, leaning forward to take his place in Cas's lap.

"Make yourself at home, beloved, you're going to be here a while with my limp cock in your mouth," Cas grinned with barely held eagerness while burying his fingers into Dean's hair, and directed his soft cock into Dean's mouth, holding his breath at the sight.

"Always."

Dean instantly moaned softly around his mouthful, couldn't help it, his eyes behind his fluttering eyelids rolling back with pleasure, as he better settled on the floor between Cas's feet. Cas took deep breaths through his nose and let them out through his mouth until he could reel back the instinctive twitching of his cock, the natural way to respond to Dean's mouth on him.

Dean slipped into his very own headspace fast , as Cas clicked the remote and pressed play on Fellowship of the Ring , extended edition.

Cas was naked from the waist down, his white button-up open and his tie hanging untidily around his neck, his hair a mess. Dean's preference, when he wasn't needy for Cas to be completely naked.

There was something so erotic about Cas being half-dressed, because it was like he was naked, just by removing his trench coat and his suit jacket. Having him like this was some serious fodder for Dean's spank bank, which he sometimes still used when Cas was away. For Dean it was sheer porn. Casa Erotica had nothing on his husband's tie against his bare chest.

Meanwhile Dean was on his knees on his thick pillow in front of the recliner, his hands wrapped around Cas's bare ass loosely, body leaning on Cas's naked thigh, his mind going hazy and following the path to his own personal paradise, where nothing else existed except the heavenly scent of Cas and the heft of his flaccid cock against his tongue.

Dean pressed his cheek on Cas's hip, eyes closed as this indescribable peace surrounded him, embraced him, Cas's coarse black pubic hair soft against his skin, Dean careful not to lose his mouthful. He had the urge to suck, but he batted it down, relaxing again and letting his mind go.

Saliva started pooling in his mouth, Dean trying to swallow it down convulsively, but his salivary glands absolutely burst with liquid at the taste of Cas and Dean's appetite for it.

Dean lost the battle against his spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth as it landed on Cas's hip. The angel was slouched down in his seat, the swallowing causing Cas to groan heavily and Cas's fingers tightening in Dean's hair, getting an answering little moan from Dean when he felt Cas's cock throb, barely resisting the clawing, renewed urge to suck and lick to his heart's content.

Cas's fingers in his hair tightened harshly, warning him off, something Cas had an amazing knack for. And for that, Dean was grateful.

Dean laid his head against Cas's groin, sliding to sit on his asscheek to really get comfortable, and really focused on the soft, velvety cock on his tongue, against his palate, feeling so close to Castiel they might've as well been the same person.

Feeling warmth spreading all over him, starting from the vicinity of his heart, Dean was content in a way he'd only ever been with Cas. Would only ever be with Cas, because no one else could beat the profound bond they had, how Cas had once nestled his soul in his hands, and how he now, here, felt like it was nestled there again.

His cock hard as granite and leaking profusely, Dean floated. Though his cock throbbed, occasionally reminding Dean of itself, it wasn't a needy thing. It was beautiful, the feeling of arousal coursing through Dean's veins, the thrum of it taking his mind off everyday stuff, everything concentrating in a head of a pin, where there was Cas .

There was this soft, sweet pulse and electricity that bundled in Dean's belly, coiling and waiting for release, but there was no hurry. There wasn't the desperation for an immediate orgasm, just the snugness and devotion that came from being right here, at Cas's feet, keeping his cock warm for him.

He was taking care of Cas, giving him pleasure, which shook Dean to the core with the intensity of the pleasure he got in return without barely doing anything, and he couldn't help but moan quietly around Cas's cock, swallowing convulsively as his saliva filled his mouth again with the deliciousness of it all.

Dean felt his cheek getting damp when he drooled on Cas's hip, Cas stroking his hair gently, groaning deeply, soothing Dean, holding him in place as surely as if he was shackled there. Yet he'd never been as free as he did doing this. Free to be himself. To be. To float, buoyed by Cas's sheer presence.

Cas's hand massaging his scalp held him tethered to this world somewhat, but the sounds of the television just droned past him, creating an ambient sound that Dean could lose himself into, lose himself into his own personal, exquisite high.

He opened his eyes lazily, bleary but giddy, and looked up to Cas's face, finding Cas staring at him with hooded eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open through the fond smile, and in the dim light, in the glow of the television, he looked all the angel he was. Dean's heart throbbed together with his cock at the sight, and he felt so fucking safe under Cas's gaze, with his cock cozily in his mouth.

Rousing Dean from the world of his most secret dreams, the ones only his husband knew about, Cas spoke to Dean, the words initially not making any sense since they sounded like being spoken underwater. But Cas's hand squeezing Dean's shoulder gently had him grounded, and he could actually hear, though through the fog of his bliss.

"Are you alright, Dean? Do you want to stop? It's been a while." There was worry in Cas's voice, and Dean smiled around Cas's cock. "M-mmm." Cas's cock twitched deliciously and

Dean got the urge to suck again, but he swatted it away as the pure want to stay right here won out.

Apparently the movie had ended. Huh. That was the fastest three and a half hours of Dean's life.

"Words, Dean, please."

Reluctantly, Dean let Cas's cock slip out of his mouth, his lips feeling a little numb and perfect. "I want to stay right here." Dean squeezed Cas's hip, letting him know he was well aware of what he was doing. "Just watch another one."

"I haven't watched a minute of it. I have better things to look at," Cas said in a husky voice, his hand curving to the back of Dean's head, cradling him. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'm very sure, Cas. I just have to shift a bit and I want to go back to your cock. My mouth feels empty." Dean nearly whined, the emptiness a real thing that needed filling.

"We can't have that, can we?" Cas's smile was as adoring as his hand petted Dean's head.

Dean leered at Cas the best he could in his current state, and winked; "Treat yo' self, Cas."

"Alright." Cas chuckled warmly. " Two Towers it is then. It's lucky you've made me watch these before, I can't seem to concentrate for some reason."

Dean gave a laugh as he shifted on his other buttcheek, leaning against Cas's other thigh, and saw the huge wet spot he'd left behind on Cas's hip and pubes. He smiled at it dreamily, looking up at Cas, who beamed at Dean softly, brushing a thumb through the puddle and sucking the saliva off it.

"Gimme," Dean demanded, squeezing Cas's ass and opening up, and Cas guided his soft cock back into Dean's wet, hot mouth.

Dean hummed with pleasure and nuzzled his nose straight against Cas's skin for a moment before leaning his head to the opposite side of the spit lake. He inhaled the musky scent of Cas here, and took Cas with him to the other realm Dean was already slipping into.

After the movie had ended again, and who knows how long after that, Cas cupped Dean's chin and raised his head tenderly, stroking his drool-wet skin with his thumb until Dean slowly returned to this world from wherever he had been.

"Dean."

Dean looked at Cas and the look of adoration on his face. "Mmmm?" Cas's cock twitched in its confines.

"You've been so good to me, my beloved, and I want you to suck now, can you do that? Can you suck my cock?"

Dean perked up almost instantly, enough to comprehend that he had been getting apple pie for dinner and was getting cherry pie for dessert, and suddenly he was ravenous for it.

He didn't bother answering, just began to suckle rhythmically, placing his palm on Cas's abdomen, stroking his happy trail back and forth slowly, dragging his blunt fingernails there, while he whined quietly with arousal as Cas's cock started to fill up.

Sucking harder, Dean groaned as Cas's cock began to fill his mouth further, jumping and pulsing in Dean's mouth, each throb sending spikes of excitement straight into Dean's own cock, which had seen it better to go half hard, since Dean had all but forgotten about it.

Dean had to draw back as Cas's substantial length started to tickle his throat, the girth stretching his lips in the most pleasant way. Dean couldn't keep from sighing deeply, straight from the heart.

Dean began to suck with vengeance, hollowing his cheeks, pushing Cas's cockhead to his cheek, dragging his tongue along the considerable length, and knowing not to use his hands.

So he slid them to Cas's hips, thumbing his hip bones, the sight of which never failed to pique Dean's interest when they were on display over Cas's low slung pajamas.

"Dean, Dean, slow down," Cas's deep voice rang with urgency and Dean obeyed instantly, licking long languid stripes along the shaft instead, Dean opening his eyes and looking at Cas through his lashes as Cas's hand stroked his shoulder compulsively, fingers flexing.

"Where do you want it?"

The question made Dean's ass clench, and he replied in a split second, the answer sheer unadulterated desperation.

"I want you to fuck me Cas. Please ream my ass. I've earned it, haven't I sweetheart? Don't I deserve to be filled up?" Dean purred, already hauling his knees under him, thankful that they hadn't gone dead even though he'd been sitting in about the same position for ages, shifting only when Cas had taken care of Dean moving enough.

"Of course, Dean." Cas's mouth was pink and inviting even in this dim light, and his eyes were blown with lust. He was the very center of Dean's every single fantasy, which were all coming true or had already been incorporated into their life together. Their sex life truly was a dream come true.

Dean hauled Cas up by his loose tie, and the moment the angel was on his feet, they both surged in for a bruising kiss, Dean's puffy lips singing with delectation as they devoured each other's mouths for long, gasping moments.

All Dean really could think about when Cas bent him over the armrest of the recliner, and pressed two lubed fingers into his ass, scissoring them, stretching Dean's hole, was that his husband was awesome .

Dean groaned needily, shaking his money maker and grinned like a maniac while Cas slicked up his cock, earning a slap on his ass, and Cas's huge hand grabbing the spot, before using it to spread Dean's ass wide.

Without further ado, just like Dean wanted it, Cas's cock slid in steadily and slotted perfectly like the right key to the right hole, right where the sun don't shine, and Dean wasn't at all ashamed to express his joy of being so completely filled.

Crying out through his blissful smile to the empty bunker, head hanging between his shoulders, pushing back to take all of Cas, right to the root, clawing at the fabric of the recliner, Dean felt delightfully dizzy with it all.

Cas's other hand gripped Dean's hip tight enough for Dean to really feel it, adding to his fulfillment, while Cas's other hand was on Dean's lower back, right over his crack, steadying him, grounding him.

Pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in a few times slowly, Cas didn't give a warning when he pulled back again and slammed home with a force that made Dean shout as Cas's cock hit straight to the bullseye, Dean's prostate sending sparks throughout his core, all the way to Dean's toes.

From that on Cas's pace was relentless, unforgiving, savage, and everything Dean wanted in this moment All he could do was to hold on and take it.

" Yes, yes, Cas , don't stop, don't stop, don't you fucking stop," Dean sobbed, his voice almost gone as his breath was punched out of him with each of Cas's incredible thrusts, leaving him to make whatever sounds happened to slip out.

Hot and sweaty, Dean was just hanging for the ride as his orgasm built rapidly in his groin, the relentless pressure to his sweet spot tightening his balls, ready to release, his cock bobbing and twitching each time Cas's hips slapped Dean's ass forcefully.

" Ah, ah, ah, ah ," Was the only thing that would come out anymore, all air fucked out of him, feeling lightheaded and loving it, Dean pushed back with each thrust, needing to make some kind of sound, needing to let Cas know how good he felt, and the answering dark groan went right to his cock.

One little sound, a long, animalistic horny groan broke out of Cas's throat, was shattering with the reaction it caused, as Dean stilled with a shocking pleasure releasing the tight coil in his belly, his cock swelling and pulsing hot come in long spurts all over the recliner, Dean coming without a finger laid on his cock, all because Cas was Cas .

Cas's fingers dug in deeper into Dean's flesh, pressing into the meat of Dean's ass, and his hips stuttering, Cas pulled Dean onto his cock and locked up with one last thrust, spilling inside Dean as deep as he could reach. His growling moan would go into the part of Dean's brain where he kept his best memories.

In the next moment Cas pulled out carefully, falling to his knees behind Dean with a thud, and spread Dean's asscheeks as wide as he could without it being uncomfortable.

Cas exposed Dean's already leaking asshole in the most obscene way possible. "So gorgeous. Dean, your hole is incredible. Just for me." Cas murmured, wonder in his voice, the resonance dark as the darkest chocolate and just as smooth. "Dean, may I?"

Dean gave a happy little laugh, throwing his head back and adjusting his elbows on the seat of the recliner and spreading his legs further. "If you don't, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Cas chuckled, and thrust his thumb straight into Dean, pushing his own come back inside to keep it from leaking out.

Dean breathed slowly, eyes closed gently, eyelids fluttering, just enjoying the feel of Cas's ministrations and the knowledge that he'd get to keep that seed inside him for a little longer.

It was always a loss when it leaked out eventually. Except for when this happened, and Dean knew he'd get to enjoy the fruits of Cas's hard labor in more ways than one.

Enraptured, Cas stared at the puffy hole, loose and fucked open so well it could clench around his finger only feebly, and it was beautiful, the way it gaped open slightly.

Cas removed his thumb and watched the next little dribble of his come drizzle out, and surged forward before it could drop off, licking it into his mouth and sucking Dean's hole gently, pushing his tongue in to lick out everything he put there.

Dean's back arched and he couldn't help pushing back against the incredible feeling of that soft tongue, the slick feeling, the pressure of Cas sucking his hole.

Moaning wantonly as it all were close to being too much, too sensitive but not quite enough, Dean cursed the lack of mirrors in the Dean Cave since all he wanted to do was see Cas working his ass. Even his cock twitched ardently, which was a minor miracle considering how completely spent he was.

After Cas deemed Dean sufficiently empty and cleaned up again, he rose to his feet and gathered Dean from the recliner, guiding him to the couch gently and sitting down.

Dean sat almost on Cas's lap, his arms instinctively thrown around Cas's neck as Cas opened his mouth to show Dean his delectable bounty on his tongue.

Dean was so hungry for it he couldn't wait, just slammed his mouth onto Cas's and thrust his tongue in, the cum sucked straight from his ass swirling in their mouths for a long moment, until Cas flicked his tongue against Dean's one more time, and swallowed it all with a pleased, satisfied groan.

Absolutely shocked, Dean pulled back and searched Cas's face, finding that adorable mischievous smirk that always made his eyes glint, and Dean punched him in the shoulder lightly, laughing and not believing that just happened, that sonuvabitch!

"Hey! That was mine!"

"Dean, you've had my cock in your mouth for hours while my mouth has been empty. That delicious morsel was simply irresistible, and I refuse to apologize." Cas's own laughter was bubbling right under the surface, his eyes soft. Dean could see the love there as clearly as if the words had been shouted from the rooftops.

Cas shuffled down, Dean making room for him as Cas adjusted himself to laying on the couch, head on the pillow against the armrest which was brandishing a slogan: 'Keep calm it's cuddle weather', which Cas had given to Dean four years ago for Valentines.

Pulling Dean Dean on top of himself, laying on his back on the couch, and Dean squirming and wiggling until they were snugly and comfortably resting there together, Cas kissed the top of Dean's head with a blissful sigh, Dean's head on Cas's shoulder and his fingers absently stroking Cas's smooth chest.

"Wanna watch Return of the King ?" Dean asked kind of sleepily, his thorough railing having taken its toll.

"I think we'd have to watch The Fellowship first. If I hadn't seen the movies before I would have no idea what happens in it. I was busy watching something much more magical.

Cas held Dean tight to himself with one arm, the other grabbing blindly for the throw blanket on the back of the couch.

Once he found it, Cas spread it over them and returned to stroking Dean's chest. "And anyway, the remote's over there," Cas inclined his head towards the recliner, "but if you promise to hunt the bunker ghost with me another time, I may be able to do something about that."

Dean's smile was radiant with the suggestiveness when he looked up at Cas. "I promise, if you promise to watch Abel Gance's Napoleon on the next hunt, twice" he grinned, nuzzling his cheek to Cas's chest.

He knew in a few moments Cas would go and bring Dean a glass of orange juice and a bottle of water, and would make sure he downed it all too.

Dean knew about subdrop, it had come up a lot in their 'research', many warnings and how to prevent it, and Cas had taken it all to the heart, same as Dean. Aftercare was as important as their escapades and neither one had ever had adverse reactions to their play.

Suddenly the first moments of The Fellowship appeared on the television screen, making Dean chuckle and kiss Cas where he could reach, his palm flat against his chest, more at peace and comfortable than anyone had any right to be.

"Show off," Dean chastised softly. "And by the way, Cas, you remember if we have Dawn? Otherwise those cumstains over there are a bitch to remove, and Sammy will have a conniption if he sees them."