SPN: Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Contains: Sap, sex
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes, Dean just has to do this.
Notes: For the Porn Battle! Yay shmoop.
Sometimes, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and what Dean has got to do right now is crowd Castiel up against the kitchen counter and kiss him. Has to touch him, shoving his hands in under his clothes and kissing along his stubble-rough jaw, scraping with his teeth until Castiel shivers in his arms. He's pretty sure Castiel's gathering himself up to ask why, which is not what Dean has in mind right now. He gets Cas' belt undone with a couple of quick movements and sinks down to his knees, right there in the kitchen, the one room of the house that everyone everywhere could just stare into.
Which is why Castiel has consistently said no to bending Dean over the kitchen counter, but no guy can say no to blowjobs. Especially not Cas.
It's eager and messy, and Dean enjoys every minute of it: the taste and feel of Cas in his mouth, the feeling of Cas' hands in his hair -- the tense and relax of his hands, and then finally the pressure, the tugging, the guiding, as Castiel loses control -- and the sound of him, the little noises jerked out of him with almost every breath.
He licks Castiel clean before he gets up, just to hear him whimper again. For a moment, he just holds Castiel, letting him lean against him, supporting most of his weight. He's still hard, but it doesn't matter. He loves this, too, watching Castiel come back to himself. He always gets so lost in it, so lost in everything Dean does to him. Dean thinks that maybe this is the best part, when he can just watch him, watch him slowly gather himself, watch his slow smile when he opens his eyes to find Dean watching.
Even then, they're quiet for a moment more, just kissing -- soft kisses, easy, not hurried at all. Finally, though, Castiel's fingers slide into his hair again and he presses a dry kiss to the corner of Dean's jaw. "What did I say this time?"
Dean leans into him, now, tightens his arm around him. "You were talking about carpets and house renovations, Cas."
"I didn't know you found that topic so thrilling," Castiel says, and if Dean didn't know him, he wouldn't know that that tone is teasing. He turns his head, rests their foreheads together.
"You know what I mean," he says, his breath brushing over Castiel's lips, a prelude to another of those really good kisses. "You were talking about tomorrow. About a life together."
"That's yes to the building work, then?" Castiel asks, pulling back, ruffled and flushed but earnest, and Dean can't help but laugh.
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth.
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Contains: Sap, sex
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes, Dean just has to do this.
Notes: For the Porn Battle! Yay shmoop.
Sometimes, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and what Dean has got to do right now is crowd Castiel up against the kitchen counter and kiss him. Has to touch him, shoving his hands in under his clothes and kissing along his stubble-rough jaw, scraping with his teeth until Castiel shivers in his arms. He's pretty sure Castiel's gathering himself up to ask why, which is not what Dean has in mind right now. He gets Cas' belt undone with a couple of quick movements and sinks down to his knees, right there in the kitchen, the one room of the house that everyone everywhere could just stare into.
Which is why Castiel has consistently said no to bending Dean over the kitchen counter, but no guy can say no to blowjobs. Especially not Cas.
It's eager and messy, and Dean enjoys every minute of it: the taste and feel of Cas in his mouth, the feeling of Cas' hands in his hair -- the tense and relax of his hands, and then finally the pressure, the tugging, the guiding, as Castiel loses control -- and the sound of him, the little noises jerked out of him with almost every breath.
He licks Castiel clean before he gets up, just to hear him whimper again. For a moment, he just holds Castiel, letting him lean against him, supporting most of his weight. He's still hard, but it doesn't matter. He loves this, too, watching Castiel come back to himself. He always gets so lost in it, so lost in everything Dean does to him. Dean thinks that maybe this is the best part, when he can just watch him, watch him slowly gather himself, watch his slow smile when he opens his eyes to find Dean watching.
Even then, they're quiet for a moment more, just kissing -- soft kisses, easy, not hurried at all. Finally, though, Castiel's fingers slide into his hair again and he presses a dry kiss to the corner of Dean's jaw. "What did I say this time?"
Dean leans into him, now, tightens his arm around him. "You were talking about carpets and house renovations, Cas."
"I didn't know you found that topic so thrilling," Castiel says, and if Dean didn't know him, he wouldn't know that that tone is teasing. He turns his head, rests their foreheads together.
"You know what I mean," he says, his breath brushing over Castiel's lips, a prelude to another of those really good kisses. "You were talking about tomorrow. About a life together."
"That's yes to the building work, then?" Castiel asks, pulling back, ruffled and flushed but earnest, and Dean can't help but laugh.
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth.