Top!Cas-meme
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Let's start with a bang, shall we? A porny bang!
The other day I was complaining on my LJ the lack of top!Cas lately. Especially since, usually (aka, not always, so don't whine), bottom!Cas is written rather OOC, while bottom!Dean is usually kept IC. What a weird thing, peeps. My flist flocked to my post going all " ( Read more... )
Let's start with a bang, shall we? A porny bang!
The other day I was complaining on my LJ the lack of top!Cas lately. Especially since, usually (aka, not always, so don't whine), bottom!Cas is written rather OOC, while bottom!Dean is usually kept IC. What a weird thing, peeps. My flist flocked to my post going all " ( Read more... )
It doesn't, and Castiel runs his hands up Dean's thighs, nuzzles his neck and smiles against the tender skin there. "You want it badly, don't you, Dean?" He shifts forward, pushes his cock up against the small of Dean's back. Dean gives a sharp gasp, cold air hissing inward, and bites down on his lip again. His mind is too dulled for speech, but there's a piece of him deep inside whispering please, please, oh God, Cas, please. His ass, stretched and ready, aches with emptiness, but there's nothing he can do unless Castiel has determined he's earned it.
"You are," Castiel says with a soft growl, "so beautiful, Dean. So long I wanted this. You in my lap, needing me the way you do." Dean whimpers, again wordless, but louder, and Castiel's hand tightens on his thigh. "Do you need me, Dean?" Dean nods. "Enough to stay quiet?" Another frantic nod. Castiel presses a kiss into his neck; the heat flutters outward and washes through Dean, and his cock twitches, dampening with a dot of pre-come. But he stays quiet. The rasp of his breath is deafening in his own ears.
The encouragement comes again. "Good boy." Dean draws his brows inward. With Castiel behind him he can at least make all the tortured faces he wants. His eyes squeeze shut, and he concentrates on the wild heat pulsing through his body, the excitement and desire that's kept him so obedient for so long, despite his every urge to fight it.
"Then stand up," Castiel whispers. Even the whisper is laced with a ferocity that frightens Dean into obeying. His knees wobble, and he swallows hard as he gets up. Castiel takes a moment to run his palms roughly over the curve of Dean's ass. A few fingers tease briefly around his rim, and Dean makes another noise in his throat, this one not loud enough for Castiel to hear. He trembles with the effort of keeping it quiet, and Castiel takes pity on him.
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He guides Dean down onto his cock, and Dean sucks in a loud breath at the feel of it, the burn and fullness he's been wanting ever since this game of theirs began. He rocks back on Castiel's lap, thighs flexing as he raises up and down again, hissing voicelessly when Castiel's hips meet his in midair. Castiel himself starts to groan, deliriously, as loud as he wants. That's his right. Dean listens with closed eyes, pretending the noises are his own, shaking with lust at the knowledge that he's making Castiel make those noises.
Castiel's hand comes around his waist to grip his cock between thumb and forefinger, and Dean fucks obediently into it, sliding at just the angle he wants, taking his pleasure from Castiel's generous hand. A second set of fingers join the first, and squeeze at the base of his shaft, fingertips drift down to tease at his balls, and Dean's lost in heat now, breathing loud but still holding back his voice, hips snapping back to fill him up with Castiel's cock and forward to jerk into Castiel's hands. Castiel is the owner of his pleasure, and Dean knows what he needs to do to take it. The most important rule: Quiet, until Castiel says he can make noise.
And Castiel doesn't make it easy, the whole time, kisses, nips and bites are assaulting his neck, his shoulder and back. The loud smack of Castiel's lips and the open-mouthed groans he's letting fly are driving Dean so far out of his mind that he wants nothing more than to shout this explosive pressure-pleasure into the air. But Castiel is smart - he's taught Dean that if he keeps his voice in check, he can keep his climax in check, too, and that means Dean can go on and on, tirelessly, scraping the ceilings of pleasure and shattering through them without being spent.
When Dean's covered with sweat, trembling and nearly vibrating with the force of what he's feeling, Castiel speaks again. "I'm going to come inside you, Dean. Are you ready to come?"
Dean nods his head.
"Then let me hear you. Let me hear you scream as you come so hard around my cock."
Dean tries, but after so much silence, the first sound that issues from his mouth is a hoarse "Cas..."
"Louder, Dean." There's strain in Castiel's voice, now; he's holding back until he can hear Dean come.
"Cas." Dean keeps moving. His orgasm is straining at the bit, building impossibly up past Dean's limits and filling his whole body with bright light. "Cas, oh, God, Cas, I'm -- I'm ---"
Castiel shouts behind him. "Louder!"
"Cas!"
The syllable flies from his lips, the bright "a" sound shining in the air, resonant and desperate. And then Dean's screaming, his voice let loose, his whole body convulsing in his orgasm, shaking and spurting and coming apart as Castiel echoes his shout and fills him up with hot fluid, cock throbbing inside him. Dean's head flies back and finds Castiel's shoulder. Panting, still moaning, their bodies twitching, they sit together.
And when they're done, Castiel says it one more time: "Good boy."
But now, Dean's allowed to speak. Laughing, he turns his head to kiss Castiel's jaw. "Yeah, you too."
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Desperately in need of a cold shower now...holy shit hot!
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*death*
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