Spreading Holiday Cheer Dean/Castiel Commentfic Meme
Spreading Holiday Cheer Dean/Castiel Commentfic Meme
What it is: A low-key commentfic meme where everyone gets to post Dean/Castiel (or Jensen/Misha) prompts they'd like to see a commentfic about, and people comment back with ficlets fulfilling those wishes in the spirit of the holidays. A sort of un-Secret Santa, if you will (though I suppose ( Read more... )
What it is: A low-key commentfic meme where everyone gets to post Dean/Castiel (or Jensen/Misha) prompts they'd like to see a commentfic about, and people comment back with ficlets fulfilling those wishes in the spirit of the holidays. A sort of un-Secret Santa, if you will (though I suppose ( Read more... )
A length of tinsel fell from the tree above, coiled near Castiel’s head in an almost perfect shape of a halo, except in glittery red hues rather than gold. Dean smiled at the irony, but said nothing, concentrated instead on spreading lube over his own cock gently, biting his lip to prevent himself from crying out too loudly.
Castiel’s wings shuddered, feathers rustling as he felt Dean tease the tight ring of muscles surrounding his hole with the head of his cock, easing himself slowly inside his lover, waiting out the tension and burn of almost rejection from the tightening of Castiel’s muscles against him, before he fully sheathed himself inside Castiel.
The angel’s eyes closed, his lips pushed out in a perfect pout of approval as Dean started moving inside him, filling him as he thrust sensuously inside him in erratic rhythms and groans. His eyes opened once more, refracted lights trapped deep within their translucent depths, as he wrapped his legs closer around Dean’s body, angling his hips higher to give his lover better access.
His wings snapped, stuttered, shimmered and flickered in and out of existence as his arousal grew, his dick painfully hard and aching. He reached down, wrapped nerveless fingers around his straining erection, wrist snapping against heated flesh as he touched himself in time with Dean’s thrusts. One wing caught the tree, sent it shaking and showering baubles and tinsel down upon them both as he came, a wail of Dean’s name heavy upon his lips as he filled his palm with his release, spurting over Dean‘s partially exposed abdomen in sticky strands. Dean barely noticed the decorations now gracing his back, too consumed with his own orgasm pooling in his abdomen, spilling forth into Castiel and filling him up with his hot release to even care about outside distractions.
Castiel’s name was still heavy on his lips when the overhead light snapped on, flooded them both with its bright wash of light. Castiel remained on the floor, too fucked out and sated to even stir from the carpet, but Dean stood, guiltily, snapped into sudden action at the threat of possible danger of exposure. He sighed, shoulders slumping when he saw Bobby sitting there, hair mussed from sleep, minus his usual baseball cap perched above his bearded face. Behind him stood Sam, half naked in boxer shorts and hastily pulled on t shirt, cotton bunched uncomfortably around his armpits and neck.
“Hey, Sam, hey Bobby,” Dean said, breezily, as though they hadn’t just caught him with his pants down - literally.
“You put that angel back when you’re finished with him, boy, you hear me?” Bobby groused from the confines of his wheelchair, staring hard at Dean’s midsection with a scowl.
Dean glanced down at Castiel still on the floor, wondered if the older hunter meant him, before he looked down at his own body when he heard Bobby’s, then Sam’s snort of sudden laughter. Dean grinned in embarrassment when he realized he was holding the angel that usually graced the top of Christmas trees partially over his dick, to cover his modesty ....
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Much love for your icon btw! XD
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Very sexy and cute :)
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don't know how often I've read this the last few days and I keep returning every few hours...
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