001: Free For All!
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Cas tilts his head at him, frowning. "You get your clothes dirty all the time," he says.
Dean rolls his eyes. "Yeah, but these stains make it look like I was just kneeling on the ground, sucking your dick."
"You were just kneeling on the ground, sucking my dick." There is still a little come on Dean's cheek. Cas reaches out, intending to scrape it off with his thumb, but kisses Dean instead, licking along his cheekbone.
Dean leans into it for a moment before pulling back and scowling at Cas. "Don't distract me. You're not going to clean my jeans, are you?"
"I would rather make them dirty again." And he could. This is only the third time they've done this, and he knows Dean's impressed with how quickly Cas is ready for the round twos. And threes. And once, a round four.
"Yeah, well, maybe I'm not so easy. Maybe you have to promise me some tit for tat."
Cas thinks about it for a moment. "No," he decides. "I don't want to share you."
Dean blinks. "It's an expression, Cas."
"In that case. I will fix your clothes if you," he gestures, but words fail him. He doesn't know how to ask for what he wants instead of what he thinks is necessary.
"If I what? If we spread that dirty trench coat on the grass and make it dirtier?" Dean doesn't wait for his nod, but pushes it off. Cas had never even got the top layer of his clothes off in Round One this time. It feels good to push off the coat now, like an obligation has been taken from his shoulders.
"And if I take off this coat and shirt," Dean continues, tossing the coat to the side and sliding buttons through their holes, "and if I bruise your collarbone," he sucks a series of wet kisses over Cas's skin, and Cas shivers in the cool night air.
"And what if I push you down," Cas lands with a grunt, and Dean immediately straddles him, pulling off his t-shirt and tossing it over their shoulders, "and I let you play with nipples while I take off your truly atrocious tie." Cas licks at one of Dean's nipples with his tongue, eliciting a moan from Dean. "Give that a little nip, Cas, that's why they're called nipples," he says encouragingly. Cas obliges and moves to the next one.
"Okay," Dean says a little breathlessly, "and what if I got rid of this belt?" His fingers fumble with the buckle, and his hands, a little rough, dip inside Cas's pants, inside his underwear, and give Cas's cock a squeeze.
"And what if I just touched you like this? Feel you getting harder, getting hotter, watch you sweat and writhe, just because I'm touching you."
Cas mewls. He's impressed with his ability to make any noise at all. Dean's eyes gleam.
"What if I sucked you down again, huh? You like that. You like when I'm lapping you up, you like the sound of my tongue just as much as you like the feel of it."
Cas jerks at that, his ankles thumping against the ground, and above him, Dean is laughing. His body blocks the moon and is bathed in silvery white light. He looks at once holy and debased. Especially when he gives a little tug to Cas's cock and runs a finger down its throbbing vein.
"What if I sucked on the head of your cock and played with your balls? What if I rolled them around in my hand while I pressed my lips all around the head of your cock and sucked every ounce of come out of you? Do you know how much I like doing that?"
He leans in closer to Cas, keeping one hand firmly wrapped around Cas's cock while he fumbles with his own belt and zipper. Cas's breath is coming faster and faster, his hands clench in the trench coat and the slightly damp grass. Dean fills his entire vision, and he's beautiful.
"You see how hard I am for you, Cas?" Dean continues, silky smooth and smoky rough at the same time. "I want you to suck me and fuck me."
Cas whites out as he comes all over Dean's hand. Dean lets out a shaky laugh.
"Good thing you'll be ready to go again soon. I really want you to fuck me."
Cas does, too. But first, Dean had another demand. He pushes Dean off him and lays him out on the dirty trench coat.
"Talk to me," he says, and bends down to take Dean into his mouth.
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Dean was just made for dirty talk
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