[FIC] Life is Like...for thehighwaywoman
Gift type: Fanfic
Title: Life is Like...
Author: thinlizzy2
Recipient: thehighwaywoman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex including rimming, food-as-sextoy
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Wordcount: 1902
Summary: Dean introduces Cas to chocolate. Smut happens.
Author notes: This is pretty much nothing but shmoop and porn; anyone looking for something resembling a plot is kindly advised to go elsewhere! I used elements of two of the prompts, the snowy Christmas getaway and the new sensual experiences. Thanks to sailorhathor for the beta work!
Dean scooped another chocolate out of the box and poked it between his lover's lips. "Here. This one's a nut cluster. Tell me what you think."
He watched Castiel's face intently as the angel chewed.
"It is... interesting. I enjoy the feeling of the nuts giving way under my teeth when I bite down on them, and swallowing small pieces of masticated nut is surprisingly pleasant, despite the textural variations. However, I think I still prefer the cream-centered ones. This 'nut cluster' does not dissolve in my mouth in the same way, and I find the melting sensation is better suited to the flavor and texture of chocolate." He broke off as he saw Dean's amused face. "Is that incorrect?"
Dean shook his head. "There's no right or wrong answers here, Cas. It's just chocolate. It's all good."
"I noticed you seemed entertained," Castiel persisted. "That can sometimes indicate I have made a mistake."
"Not this time," Dean reassured him. "I just... like the way you say things, that's all."
"Ah." Cas settled back onto the pillows. "That's all right then."
Dean pulled the duvet up around both their shoulders. Glancing out the window, he saw the snow was falling even more heavily than before. Idly, he wondered if he should call Sam and let him know that they might be a bit late getting back, but the phone was all the way across the room and the bed was addictively warm. He shrugged. Sam had been the one who insisted he take this vacation in the first place, reminding Dean of just how long it had been since he'd had either a romantic Christmas holiday or anyone to share such a getaway with him. Besides, he knew his brother would call if he really needed anything. For the meanwhile, he'd just enjoy his downtime, his angel and his deluxe box of chocolate holiday classics.
He picked another sweet for Cas. "Here, this one's a melter."
The angel's eyes widened in surprise. "There is alcohol in this."
"Rum," Dean told him. "It's a good match for chocolate."
"It's pleasant," Castiel agreed. "But it will take much more alcohol than that for me to become intoxicated."
Dean laughed. "Getting drunk isn't the point, Cas. It's all about the taste. Do you like it?"
"I do. But not as much as I enjoyed the first ones. I think the incessant sweetness might be becoming monotonous. I believe I'm craving something of a different flavor." He ran a hand along Dean's naked back. "Tell me, are there savoury chocolates?"
"Not as far as I know. There's salted-caramel hot chocolate, but I'd have no idea how to make it even if we had the ingredients." Dean glanced around the cabin for alternatives. "We could heat up some of the turkey if you want. We still have loads of leftovers to get through."
Castiel wrinkled his nose, and Dean smiled at his newest human habit. "Perhaps later. For now, I had something else in mind."
The angel plucked a chocolate-covered cherry from the box and pierced the bottom with one fingernail. The red syrup oozed out onto his hand.
Dean was about to ask just how that was 'savoury' when Castiel pulled the blankets off both of them. Dean shivered as his most delicate bits were suddenly exposed to the air, but his protest died in his throat when Castiel smeared the remains of the broken confection across the hunter's chest. He chuckled. "Not exactly the traditional use for chocolate, Cas."
"I am experimenting," the angel informed him gravely. With two fingers, he massaged chocolate onto one of Dean's nipples, raising an eyebrow as it grew hard under his touch. "You will remember that you have always insisted that is the best way to learn."
Dean's answering laugh was half groan. "I fucking love your methods, you know that?"
That seemed to be all the encouragement Cas needed to dip his head and take a taste of the mess he'd made. Dean gasped as his lover licked a hot streak across the chocolate on his chest, stroking away with his talented tongue until the flesh was wet, shiny and clean again. "Very interesting," Castiel remarked. "You seem to enjoy having me lick sugary syrup from your left nipple. Can you confirm that for me?"
"I'd say it's a definite yes." Dean gave silent thanks to God that Cas was such a fan of hands-on research, then wondered if it was actually such a great idea to draw God's attention to just what the two of them were studying.
Castiel's voice drew him back to more pressing matters. "I wonder if you would respond the same way to similar attentions to the right one."
"Only one way to find out," Dean urged him, passing over the box.
Castiel selected an orange cream. "I didn't care overly much for this one the first time I tried it, but I believe I have an idea that might improve it." He bit into the chocolate and then leaned down to take Dean's previously neglected nipple in his mouth. He sucked for several long moments as the hunter writhed underneath him before lifting his head and nodding in satisfaction. "I was correct. It tastes better with hints of Dean."
"Yeah? Let me try." Dean tugged at Castiel's hair, pulling him up for a kiss. "I'd say it tastes best with Cas."
"You are interrupting my experiment," Castiel mock-admonished him. "Kindly desist."
"Right. Sorry." Dean grinned and lay back, watching to see what his lover would do next.
Castiel studied the box of chocolates carefully. He plucked out the remaining peppermint creams and crushed them between his hands. Then he slid down Dean's body and took hold of the hunter's hardening cock with his chocolate-coated fingers. Dean moaned as Castiel stroked smudges of chocolate onto his penis, licking up the sweet smears he left behind.
Castiel let loose a moan of his own. "You are delicious, Dean."
"And you're amazing." Dean knotted Castiel's hair in his fingers. "Please... don't stop."
Castiel took Dean's erection in both hands, coating it with chocolate. He licked at the sweetened tip until Dean's whimpers grew urgent, and then took the whole cock in his mouth, sighing as if he'd finally gotten the treat he'd been craving all along. Dean arched off the bed, hissing with pleasure as Castiel's mouth worked around his engorged cock.
The hunter was desperately close to coming when Castiel pulled away from him. Dean keened, thrusting against the air. "Cas... please."
Castiel's face was flushed and his breath was coming in short gasps. Dean felt a flare of pride that he was the one who was able to evoke this kind of response from the angel. Still, Cas was nowhere near as far gone as Dean, as was evidenced by the chastizing look he shot at his lover.
"Hush, Dean," Cas murmured. "I have more research to conduct."
The sweet Castiel took from the box was one of the simpler ones, a plain stick of dark, bittersweet chocolate. He sucked on it for a moment until it began to melt, and Dean growled to see the bit of candy getting the treatment that he so desperately wanted for himself. Castiel placed an admonishing hand on Dean's chest before ducking back between the hunter's legs. Spreading the cheeks of Dean's ass, he wet the puckered entrance there with his tongue before pulling it open with the thumbs of both hands.
Dean's eyes widened as he felt something wet pressing into his hole. A moment later, he realized just what it was. "Holy fuck! Cas... you're not gonna..."
"Shhh." Castiel pressed a soothing kiss to the sensitive strip of skin behind Dean's balls. "Is it all right? I really want to."
Dean knew his voice would come out as an embarrassingly unmanly squeak right then, so he merely nodded, forcing himself onto his elbows so he could watch the angel playing with his body. Castiel received his permission to go ahead with a smile; he pushed the rest of the softened chocolate into Dean and then licked lazily at his lover's balls for a few minutes as he rubbed the hunter's anus soothingly. Dean realized he was waiting for the chocolate inside him to melt and clenched down in anticipation of what was going to come.
Once Castiel decided enough time had passed, he slid a finger into Dean, smiling softly as it came back darkened with chocolate. He licked his hand clean and frowned contemplatively.
"No good?" Dean asked in surprise.
"Not bad," Castiel replied. "Just not exactly what I am craving." He lowered his head and Dean shuddered as he felt Castiel's tongue licking around his hole again. He pressed down against the angel's face, wanting more. His wish was granted as Castiel suddenly pointed his tongue, pressing in.
"Fuck!" Dean bellowed the word at the top of his lungs. He wrapped his legs around Castiel's head, trying to get as much of that tongue inside himself he as could; he felt like he'd go crazy if he couldn't have as much of it as possible. Luckily, Cas seemed more than willing to comply, thrusting his tongue deep into Dean and licking frantically at the inside of his body.
Dean held out as long as he could, but the lapping away at the most sensitive part of his body soon became too much for him; if he didn't come soon he was going to explode. He closed a hand around his cock, but only managed a couple of strokes before Castiel batted his hand away.
"Mine," the angel growled, covering Dean's erection with his mouth and sucking hard. That was what was needed to take the hunter over the edge; he grabbed tight fistfuls of the sheets as he shot streams of come into Castiel's mouth. Going limp with relief, he fell back onto the pillows, blind and deaf to everything but the aftershocks of pleasure still running through his body and the feel of his angel licking him clean.
"If I get some kind of chocolate-related butt infection, you're so paying my medical bills," Dean groused, once his breathing had returned to normal and Cas' head was resting comfortably on his chest. "I don't even know how I'd explain that to a doctor."
"You are all clean." Cas didn't even open his eyes. "I made certain of that."
"I remember." Dean smiled and rubbed the angel's hair. "That was fucking incredible."
"For me too. You taste wonderful." Cas smiled and kissed Dean's throat. "You should sleep now; you must be tired."
Dean shook his head. He slid one hand down Castiel's body, reaching around to take hold of the angel's neglected erection. His other hand rummaged through the remains of the chocolate box.
"I'm not tired, Cas. I'm hungry."
Title: Life is Like...
Author: thinlizzy2
Recipient: thehighwaywoman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex including rimming, food-as-sextoy
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Wordcount: 1902
Summary: Dean introduces Cas to chocolate. Smut happens.
Author notes: This is pretty much nothing but shmoop and porn; anyone looking for something resembling a plot is kindly advised to go elsewhere! I used elements of two of the prompts, the snowy Christmas getaway and the new sensual experiences. Thanks to sailorhathor for the beta work!
Dean scooped another chocolate out of the box and poked it between his lover's lips. "Here. This one's a nut cluster. Tell me what you think."
He watched Castiel's face intently as the angel chewed.
"It is... interesting. I enjoy the feeling of the nuts giving way under my teeth when I bite down on them, and swallowing small pieces of masticated nut is surprisingly pleasant, despite the textural variations. However, I think I still prefer the cream-centered ones. This 'nut cluster' does not dissolve in my mouth in the same way, and I find the melting sensation is better suited to the flavor and texture of chocolate." He broke off as he saw Dean's amused face. "Is that incorrect?"
Dean shook his head. "There's no right or wrong answers here, Cas. It's just chocolate. It's all good."
"I noticed you seemed entertained," Castiel persisted. "That can sometimes indicate I have made a mistake."
"Not this time," Dean reassured him. "I just... like the way you say things, that's all."
"Ah." Cas settled back onto the pillows. "That's all right then."
Dean pulled the duvet up around both their shoulders. Glancing out the window, he saw the snow was falling even more heavily than before. Idly, he wondered if he should call Sam and let him know that they might be a bit late getting back, but the phone was all the way across the room and the bed was addictively warm. He shrugged. Sam had been the one who insisted he take this vacation in the first place, reminding Dean of just how long it had been since he'd had either a romantic Christmas holiday or anyone to share such a getaway with him. Besides, he knew his brother would call if he really needed anything. For the meanwhile, he'd just enjoy his downtime, his angel and his deluxe box of chocolate holiday classics.
He picked another sweet for Cas. "Here, this one's a melter."
The angel's eyes widened in surprise. "There is alcohol in this."
"Rum," Dean told him. "It's a good match for chocolate."
"It's pleasant," Castiel agreed. "But it will take much more alcohol than that for me to become intoxicated."
Dean laughed. "Getting drunk isn't the point, Cas. It's all about the taste. Do you like it?"
"I do. But not as much as I enjoyed the first ones. I think the incessant sweetness might be becoming monotonous. I believe I'm craving something of a different flavor." He ran a hand along Dean's naked back. "Tell me, are there savoury chocolates?"
"Not as far as I know. There's salted-caramel hot chocolate, but I'd have no idea how to make it even if we had the ingredients." Dean glanced around the cabin for alternatives. "We could heat up some of the turkey if you want. We still have loads of leftovers to get through."
Castiel wrinkled his nose, and Dean smiled at his newest human habit. "Perhaps later. For now, I had something else in mind."
The angel plucked a chocolate-covered cherry from the box and pierced the bottom with one fingernail. The red syrup oozed out onto his hand.
Dean was about to ask just how that was 'savoury' when Castiel pulled the blankets off both of them. Dean shivered as his most delicate bits were suddenly exposed to the air, but his protest died in his throat when Castiel smeared the remains of the broken confection across the hunter's chest. He chuckled. "Not exactly the traditional use for chocolate, Cas."
"I am experimenting," the angel informed him gravely. With two fingers, he massaged chocolate onto one of Dean's nipples, raising an eyebrow as it grew hard under his touch. "You will remember that you have always insisted that is the best way to learn."
Dean's answering laugh was half groan. "I fucking love your methods, you know that?"
That seemed to be all the encouragement Cas needed to dip his head and take a taste of the mess he'd made. Dean gasped as his lover licked a hot streak across the chocolate on his chest, stroking away with his talented tongue until the flesh was wet, shiny and clean again. "Very interesting," Castiel remarked. "You seem to enjoy having me lick sugary syrup from your left nipple. Can you confirm that for me?"
"I'd say it's a definite yes." Dean gave silent thanks to God that Cas was such a fan of hands-on research, then wondered if it was actually such a great idea to draw God's attention to just what the two of them were studying.
Castiel's voice drew him back to more pressing matters. "I wonder if you would respond the same way to similar attentions to the right one."
"Only one way to find out," Dean urged him, passing over the box.
Castiel selected an orange cream. "I didn't care overly much for this one the first time I tried it, but I believe I have an idea that might improve it." He bit into the chocolate and then leaned down to take Dean's previously neglected nipple in his mouth. He sucked for several long moments as the hunter writhed underneath him before lifting his head and nodding in satisfaction. "I was correct. It tastes better with hints of Dean."
"Yeah? Let me try." Dean tugged at Castiel's hair, pulling him up for a kiss. "I'd say it tastes best with Cas."
"You are interrupting my experiment," Castiel mock-admonished him. "Kindly desist."
"Right. Sorry." Dean grinned and lay back, watching to see what his lover would do next.
Castiel studied the box of chocolates carefully. He plucked out the remaining peppermint creams and crushed them between his hands. Then he slid down Dean's body and took hold of the hunter's hardening cock with his chocolate-coated fingers. Dean moaned as Castiel stroked smudges of chocolate onto his penis, licking up the sweet smears he left behind.
Castiel let loose a moan of his own. "You are delicious, Dean."
"And you're amazing." Dean knotted Castiel's hair in his fingers. "Please... don't stop."
Castiel took Dean's erection in both hands, coating it with chocolate. He licked at the sweetened tip until Dean's whimpers grew urgent, and then took the whole cock in his mouth, sighing as if he'd finally gotten the treat he'd been craving all along. Dean arched off the bed, hissing with pleasure as Castiel's mouth worked around his engorged cock.
The hunter was desperately close to coming when Castiel pulled away from him. Dean keened, thrusting against the air. "Cas... please."
Castiel's face was flushed and his breath was coming in short gasps. Dean felt a flare of pride that he was the one who was able to evoke this kind of response from the angel. Still, Cas was nowhere near as far gone as Dean, as was evidenced by the chastizing look he shot at his lover.
"Hush, Dean," Cas murmured. "I have more research to conduct."
The sweet Castiel took from the box was one of the simpler ones, a plain stick of dark, bittersweet chocolate. He sucked on it for a moment until it began to melt, and Dean growled to see the bit of candy getting the treatment that he so desperately wanted for himself. Castiel placed an admonishing hand on Dean's chest before ducking back between the hunter's legs. Spreading the cheeks of Dean's ass, he wet the puckered entrance there with his tongue before pulling it open with the thumbs of both hands.
Dean's eyes widened as he felt something wet pressing into his hole. A moment later, he realized just what it was. "Holy fuck! Cas... you're not gonna..."
"Shhh." Castiel pressed a soothing kiss to the sensitive strip of skin behind Dean's balls. "Is it all right? I really want to."
Dean knew his voice would come out as an embarrassingly unmanly squeak right then, so he merely nodded, forcing himself onto his elbows so he could watch the angel playing with his body. Castiel received his permission to go ahead with a smile; he pushed the rest of the softened chocolate into Dean and then licked lazily at his lover's balls for a few minutes as he rubbed the hunter's anus soothingly. Dean realized he was waiting for the chocolate inside him to melt and clenched down in anticipation of what was going to come.
Once Castiel decided enough time had passed, he slid a finger into Dean, smiling softly as it came back darkened with chocolate. He licked his hand clean and frowned contemplatively.
"No good?" Dean asked in surprise.
"Not bad," Castiel replied. "Just not exactly what I am craving." He lowered his head and Dean shuddered as he felt Castiel's tongue licking around his hole again. He pressed down against the angel's face, wanting more. His wish was granted as Castiel suddenly pointed his tongue, pressing in.
"Fuck!" Dean bellowed the word at the top of his lungs. He wrapped his legs around Castiel's head, trying to get as much of that tongue inside himself he as could; he felt like he'd go crazy if he couldn't have as much of it as possible. Luckily, Cas seemed more than willing to comply, thrusting his tongue deep into Dean and licking frantically at the inside of his body.
Dean held out as long as he could, but the lapping away at the most sensitive part of his body soon became too much for him; if he didn't come soon he was going to explode. He closed a hand around his cock, but only managed a couple of strokes before Castiel batted his hand away.
"Mine," the angel growled, covering Dean's erection with his mouth and sucking hard. That was what was needed to take the hunter over the edge; he grabbed tight fistfuls of the sheets as he shot streams of come into Castiel's mouth. Going limp with relief, he fell back onto the pillows, blind and deaf to everything but the aftershocks of pleasure still running through his body and the feel of his angel licking him clean.
"If I get some kind of chocolate-related butt infection, you're so paying my medical bills," Dean groused, once his breathing had returned to normal and Cas' head was resting comfortably on his chest. "I don't even know how I'd explain that to a doctor."
"You are all clean." Cas didn't even open his eyes. "I made certain of that."
"I remember." Dean smiled and rubbed the angel's hair. "That was fucking incredible."
"For me too. You taste wonderful." Cas smiled and kissed Dean's throat. "You should sleep now; you must be tired."
Dean shook his head. He slid one hand down Castiel's body, reaching around to take hold of the angel's neglected erection. His other hand rummaged through the remains of the chocolate box.
"I'm not tired, Cas. I'm hungry."