Dean and Cas - A love story [NC17 - chapter 12/12]
Title: A love story [chapter 12/12]
Authors: kimisgirl (wrote Cas) and doubledgedsword (wrote Dean)
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
Rating/Warnings: NC17 this part
Summary: Dean knows it's a dream, he knows its not real.... so why does it feel like it means more, and more importantly, why does he wish it was more? And, why, for that matter, does Castiel show up the next moring with a hikey on his neck and angry as hell? If it's not real why does the angel know everything that happened... like he was there?
Disclaimer: None of the supernatural characters or storylines belong to us :( -sad face-
His whole world seemed to stop turning all together when Dean whispered hotly that he wanted it, that he wanted Castiel to make love to him. It was such a revelation to the angel he had to pull his head back suddenly and look at Dean wide eyed.
"You do?" he asked his surprise washing over his face. God he loved Dean so much, and he knew Dean would do anything for him, but the way Dean told him he wanted it... Castiel could tell he really did. Dean wanted to be taken like that by him. He wanted to hand over control to Castiel and let him love him in a way that was so different to what Dean was used to. Castiel knew Dean had never been interested in men. He knew he still wouldn't have been if it weren't for Cas. He knew Dean wasn't gay, it was only for Castiel that he had been willing to do these things with him. Castiel knew all of this, so when Dean said he wanted Cas to fuck him....
Castiel couldn't speak as he watched Dean turn off the water and dry his a little before leading him to the bed. Cas just followed Dean like a puppy who wasn't sure what was happening and needed guidance. His eyes large and wonderful as he never broke them from Dean.
He woke up a little when Dean started to kiss him hungrily again and he kissed back just as hard, moaning when he heard the growl Dean gave him. His hands melding themselves to Dean's hips as he pushed him slowly down onto the bed, crawling up and over him, sinking his body down to press into Dean's chest, his knees working their way inside Dean's thighs and spreading them apart as he gently moved his hips against Dean's soft moans leaving his throat at the contact.
He was gently and slow, he wanted this to be soft and special, the way he felt for Dean was to important to rush anything tonight, and he wanted to show Dean that. He kissed his lips soft and deep before breaking away and running his lips slowly over ever inch of Dean's face, trailing butterfly light kisses over every part of his skin. Moving then to run the tip of his tongue along the lines of Dean's freckles over his nose. Playing a wet version of join the dots.
"I love you angel" he murmured when he'd finished mapping Dean's face with his mouth. "Let me know if you need me to stop any time" he whispered into Dean's mouth as he slowly moved a hand down Dean's body.
Suddenly he froze because something important crossed his mind and he raised his head to look at Dean. "Dean, do you have any lubrication?" he asked suddenly serious. There was no way in heaven or earth he was going to do this to Dean without it. He would not hurt his Dean like that. Even if Dean begged him to, he would not. Luckily if Dean didn't have it, it would not take him long to get some, being an angel did have its advantages at times.
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"Yep," Dean replied, grinning at the look of surprise on Castiel's face. He thought the angel looked adorable wearing that expression. He loved everything about him, but he especially loved the combination of innocence and knowing that he often displayed. Older than Dean by millennia, but in many ways Dean was the more experienced one. Thanks to Cas, he was about to add yet another experience to his repertoire, and he could barely wait.
His skin was still damp from the shower when they reached the bed, and he fell back onto it with Cas above him, his heart pounding wildly. Blue eyes above him... He loved those eyes. He loved how he could see Cas through them in a way he could never properly express. "I love you, Castiel," Dean whispered as Cas settled between his legs.
He could feel himself getting hard again, and it amazed him that Cas could make him get this hot this fast, especially when he had only come a few minutes earlier. He slid his hands over the angel's shower-damp flesh, pressing firmly into his skin as he let his hands explore his body. He moved his hands to the small of the angel's back and massaged the spot slowly. The touch was gentle and innocent, but he knew Cas would enjoy it.
Soft kisses rained on his lips and face, and Dean let out a sigh. It was so intimate, and so loving that he felt like his heart might burst with happiness. He smiled as Cas traced his freckles. He had always hated them, thinking they made him look cute, but if Cas liked them he could learn to live with them. His green eyes fluttered closed when Cas breathed that he loved him.
He felt utterly relaxed and loved, and he wanted Cas badly. He bucked his hips underneath him to convey his need, and smiled his lopsided smile up at him. "I just need you to keep going, baby," Dean said. "You're amazing."
The serious and somewhat frightened look on his partner's face made him laugh a little, as did his question. In the dreams he may not have had that luxury, but in real life... his hunting kit wasn't the only thing he took everywhere with him. Dean propped himself up on his elbows and kissed Cas softly.
"You bet that sweet ass of yours I do," he replied. He twisted underneath Cas and reached over to the side of the bed and pulled out the leather bag that held his clothes. He rummaged inside of it for a moment, and found his washbag. Opening it, he found toothpaste and toothbrush, shower gel and a small bottle of lube and a pack of condoms. He always carried the essentials, and never bought anything as girly as shampoo and conditioner like Sammy did. He grinned as he moved back to his original position, clutching the small bottle. "Go nuts," he said with a grin.
He knew he should have been nervous, but he wasn't. He knew Cas wouldn't hurt him, and he also knew that this was just another way to express his love to him. He pressed the pump on top of the bottle twice and let the lube pour into his palm. He reached down and stroked Castiel's cock, coating it with the lube, and smiling widely as he watched his reaction. "I'm ready," Dean murmured and kissed him.
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Cas smiled as he watched Dean rummaging for the tube of lubrication, moving off him and to the side slightly to allow the man better reach. He smiled at Dean when he came back with the lube and nodded softly. "Good" he said and reached out for it. Taking it in his hand at the same moment Dean started to coat his cock with it and he moaned loudly, head dropping forward onto Dean's shoulder at the sudden pleasure running through him.
He smiled down at Dean when the man said he was ready.. "Dean I may be new to all this, but I know enough to realise that if I were to simply push into you now, no amount of lubrication would stop me from hurting you. And I refuse to have this cause you pain." He said softly as he leaned down and kissed Dean gently while his fingers found the lubrication tube and he squeezed a fair amount onto his fingers. Working to coat them completely he moved so his body was pressed to the side of Dean's so he had better access to Dean's body.
He gently spread his legs open wider and ran a hand, the one without the lube, softly down Dean's inner thigh, his eyes watching the movement carefully, taking in the sight before him. He turned his head and looked down at Dean as he slowly slipped a slick finger down between his legs and pressed gently against his hole. He never took his eyes off Dean as he slowly pushed his way inside, stopping any time he saw Dean's face tense. He moaned softly at the tight warm feeling of Dean and leaned down to kiss his neck, sucking gently for a few moments before moving his head lower and sucking a nipple into his mouth, dragging his teeth across it before licking it.
His finger finally all the way inside of Dean he raised his head again and looked at him, eyes bright with lust as he gave his lover a silent question. Asking if it was ok, if it hurt.. Castiel would never forgive himself if he hurt Dean.
"How do you feel?" he murmured softly down at Dean, getting lost in the incredible green that made Dean's eyes so amazing and beginning to move his finger in and out of Dean slowly. Starting to get him used to the intrusion.
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Dean grinned at Castiel's reaction. He tightened his grip slightly, and dragged his thumb over the tip of his partner's cock. He kissed his cheek when Cas let his head fall against him, and whispered gruffly in his ear, "Want you inside me, precious." His lips brushed the angel's ear, and he nipped the lobe for good measure as he passed it.
Dean felt his cheeks redden when Cas said he refused to hurt him. He knew that... He was just over-eager to have his angel inside him at last. He muttered, "I know... Just can't wait for you to fuck me." He thought back briefly to all the girls that he had slept with, and the few he had convinced to let him perform this particular act. Not one of them had meant anything to him, and while there was a tiny part of his mind that felt embarrassed that he was about to have full sex with a dude, his heart told him that this was love... and love trumped all other hands.
He moaned loudly as Cas stroked down his inner leg. It wasn't the most erotic gesture in the world, but Christ on a bike, did it turn him on. When Cas finally pushed his finger inside him, Dean's eyes widened and he gave a gasp of surprise. "Holy shit!" he cried out. It wasn't painful... it was just different, and it was doing the most amazing things to his cock. He began to pant when he felt the angel's lips on his throat, and he yelped when teeth grazed his hard nipple.
Dean could barely speak. Cas was driving him wild all over again, and he said through gritted teeth, "More..." as he stared intensely up at the angel. Looking to prove his point, he ground his hips down, making himself gasp again. "Oh, fucking hell..." Dean growled.
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Castiel couldn't take his eyes off Dean, he was mesmerized by the sight of the man squirming around below him driven to it simply by Castiel's touch. And the noise Dean was making made Castiel worry he wouldn't even make it inside of Dean if he didn't stay in control of himself.
"God Dean, you're incredible like this you know that? So sexy..." he growled as his mouth covered the flesh separating one nipple from the other. His tongue swirling would the hard bud before sucking it up into his mouth.
When he felt Dean push himself down harder onto his finger begging for more it was all Cas could do not to bite down on Dean's flesh to hard. He groaned and happily obliged, pressing a second finger deep in side Dean along side the first. He ran his fingers around inside stretching and scissoring them to prepare Dean for him.
Slowly he moved his lips down Dean's body, trailing small soft kisses down the mans stomach and hip. He stopped at his hip bone and sucked it hard into his mouth. When he raised his head a moment later he saw a dark mark left behind and smiled before turning his mouth to Dean's cock for the second time tonight. He ran gentle kisses along the shaft before sucking it into his mouth and sucking just enough to distract Dean from any pain he might be about to cause.
As he sucked slowly on Dean, he pulled out his two fingers just enough to add a third before pressing in again firmly. He knew it would be tight for Dean, but he needed him ready so he didn't hurt to much when Castiel actually pressed his cock into him. He moved his fingers gently, he knew from what Dean had done to him that there was a spot that would drive Dean wild if he could only find it. Never having done this before however he had no idea what or where it was. Still he moved around in hopes of hitting it and lifted his head off Dean's cock for a moment to look at his face. His hand taking over from his mouth in slow firm strokes of the hard flesh.
"Is this ok Dean?" He asked thickly. His voice was no where near as balanced as normal, it was thick and lust filled and a little hoarse because the sight of Dean like this made even his throat a little dry.
He leaned down and kissed the side of Dean's inner thigh as he continued to work him. Trailing up along the line where thigh meet groin the heat coming off Dean's skin burning and sparking over his lips. And he decided right then that this was possibly the best thing he'd ever done, in his eons he had never felt like he did right now in this moment... and he loved it, everything about it, but most of all he loved Dean.
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The look of need on Castiel's face took Dean's breath away completely. He had never seen anything so hot in his entire life, and he whimpered, jerking his hips upwards, begging him with his eyes to give him more, and quickly.
He would have replied to Castiel's question, but he was too occupied with the feeling of the angel's finger, and his tongue. He had never anticipated anything feeling this good. Not one of the girls he had been with had ever done it for him like this. He was panting, and sweating, and so lost in Cas that he never wanted the night to end. He bit his lip, stifling a cry of pleasure as Cas added a second digit and stretched him. There was some pain, but whatever Cas was hitting in there made him forget about that. It felt incredible, some small cluster of nerves inside of him that he had never known was there.
"Ohhh..." was all he managed to say, and then repeated himself even louder when Cas started sucking him again. That was it. The angel was trying to kill him pleasure. Well, he could go ahead. Dean was quite happy to go out like this, and quite happy for his angel's sexy lips to be wrapped around his cock. He hissed a little when Cas added a third finger, but the pain faded rapidly and he groaned aloud. It was so tight... but it felt good, and Dean had to fight to keep control of himself.
He half laughed, his breathing deep and rapid, and he replied, "Is this ok? Holy shit, Cas, it's more than ok. I dunno how much more of this I can take!" He looked at his partner and said in a low, strained hiss, "More, please!"
As the angel leaned and kissed all over his sweat-slicked skin, and Dean whimpered again. He needed release, he needed Cas inside him. He looked at the angel's dark head moving over his groin and thought how beautiful he looked. He whispered, "Please, Cas, I can't wait any more. I need you." He moved his hips lightly, the movement making him gasp, and nudged the angel's face with his hip bone. He couldn't wait any longer. He thought he would lose it again, and he wanted to wait. He wanted to feel this good with Cas buried in him, and the thought of it was doing nothing for his restraint.
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"Jesus Dean" Cas groaned out as he felt Dean growing more desperate for him. "You've no idea what you're doing to me right now..." Castiel was absolutely certain it had never felt like this for him before, in the dreams. He had always known they were only Dean's dreams, but they had felt so real and so amazing he really hadn't thought it would be so much better in reality... He'd been wrong, very wrong.
He couldn't wait any longer or he was going to come before he even got near Dean. And when Dean told him he needed him now he didn't stop to ask twice. He gently pulled his fingers out and took the lubrication tube in his hand, filling his palm with it he slowly, it needed to be slow or he would have lost it then and there, rubbed it over himself to make sure he was slick. He still worried he might hurt Dean.
"You ready angel?" He murmured as he positioned himself over Dean's body, his thighs pushed Dean's out wider and up toward him a little as the head of his cock rested hot and wet against Dean's entrance. His hands moved and twisted in Dean's hair and he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to Dean's in a long, tender kiss as he started to press in. Slowly, so slowly and he wasn't sure that he'd have been able to stay so controlled if he'd been human... something he'd learnt from Dean, he had a better grip on controlling urges than Dean did... most of the time anyway. And always where hurting Dean might be an out come of not controlling himself.
He lifted his head as he felt the head of his cock slip tightly inside the tight ring of muscle. His eyes locking on Dean's face, searching for any sign of pain. "Let me know if it hurts Dean" He whispered softly and couldn't help but smile down at the man he loved, because he wasn't sure he'd ever seen something as amazing as the sight of Dean under him right now.
He slowly continued to slide in, painfully slowly, stopping every time Dean's breath so much as hitched or his brow furrowed.
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Looking up at Castiel's strained face, hearing the groan in his voice as he spoke and feeling the tremble behind his touch, Dean felt a bit smug. Cas may have been driving him around the bend with pleasure, but at least he was doing the same to him. And Hell, this was only their first real time together! He felt his eyes roll back in his head when he wondered just how good things would be next time if they were this amazing now.
He was more than a little nervous now. This was so far beyond what the old him would have been comfortable with, but with Cas... anything went. He knew he wouldn't hurt him, but he was still anxious about pain. He knew a little would be inevitable, but he trusted his angel. He trusted him to take things slowly and make every moment feel wonderful. "I'm ready," he replied, trying not to let his nerves be obvious.
Dean clawed at the bedsheets as Cas finally entered him. There was pain, but as he slowly pushed into him the pain faded away. He noticed the angel paused every time he made any sound or movement that could be interpreted as pain, and he stroked his hand over his back to reassure him that he was ok. His jaw slackened once the pain was completely gone, and he gave a soft moan. He had never experienced this before, and it was different, that was for damn sure - but it was good different. Great different, in fact. Dean pushed his hips upwards, closer to Cas, the movement making him gasp as he felt Cas moving deeper inside him.
"Holy shit..." Dean hissed. "Cas... baby, it's good." He risked moving his hips again, and shivered as he felt the same wonderful feeling. "More..." he hissed, and pulled Cas down for a deep kiss that could only be described as epic. He let his hands roam freely over his partner's body, more comfortable now he was inside him and there was no pain. His cock was pressed hard against the angel's belly, and he jerked his hips, enjoying the dual sensations of pleasure in his ass and in his groin.
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Castiel was finally buried deep inside of Dean, pressed in as far as he could get and the feeling surrounding him made him weak. He wasn't sure he knew how to handle these sensations as they rushed over his body. For a moment he was scared that he would lose all control and explode out of his vessel, taking Dean's life and destroying everything he loved. He was shaken by this fear and he drew in a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He had worked on this, had tried to teach himself control. Of course... his hand and thoughts of Dean were not even close to what it felt like to be inside of Dean, with the man moaning and quivering below you. And all the practice seemed stupidly pointless right then. One thing he'd learnt about himself in those moments however came back to him as he lay very still over Dean's body, head buried in his neck as he tried to control himself. It had been a lot easier to stay inside his body when he had let his wings out.
So slowly, still not moving inside of Dean, not trusting himself to just yet, he concentrated for a moment and let his wings spread out behind him, stretching out across the dimly lit hotel room. Just the thought and effort involved of spreading them out helped reign back his pleasure some what and helped him regain some of his control. It was so important for him to control himself when he was with Dean, he would never be able to live with himself if Dean got hurt because he'd let himself go when he should have been more careful.
He nuzzled Dean's neck and ran his lips slowly along the hot flesh, tasting the salt and traces of water from their shower. He moaned softly, not realising that some of the salt and wet was from the silent tears streaming down his cheeks and not just from Dean's sweat. He wasn't sure why he was crying, he wasn't really even aware that he was, there were too many emotions, feelings, to much love and need and want. He had no where to let it all out, so he cried softly, happily against Dean's neck as he sucked his skin into his mouth and sucked softly.
Finally he was calm enough to move, he knew Dean needed more, needed him to move, but he had needed time, he knew Dean would understand it later when he explained it, but he was sure if he didn't give Dean what he needed soon. The man beneath him would take matters into his own hands and god only knew what that would mean. Castiel smiled a little at this thought as he let his wings fall around them, tucking them around his and Dean's body so that a small part of them, though still shadowy and dark, were caressing Dean. It sent the most incredible feeling through him, having that part of him touch Dean.
His hips pulled out a little and pushed slowly back in, moaning hard against Dean's skin he lifted his head and looked down at Dean briefly before closing his mouth around Dean's and kissing him tenderly. Moving in a steady but slow rhythm that he thought might drive him over the edge of sanity but felt so good he was in no rush to change it. Though he knew soon Dean would not be happy to settle for slow and gentle...
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Dean shivered with need, and realised Cas wasn't moving. "Cas? Baby, you okay?" he asked. He couldn't see his face, because it was snuggled in the crook of his neck. He could feel him trembling, and Dean smiled. He thought he knew what was wrong. He kissed Castiel's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his body, holding him tightly until he felt ready. He knew how overwhelming this was. Hell, Dean's first time saw him as a quivering wreck, and he had had to stay very still so he wouldn't lose it within seconds. He figured that was what was wrong with his angel now.
Just as he kissed the angel's shoulder again, he saw the wings spreading outward from his back, and he sighed as the same wonderful feeling of peace and contentment flooded through him, like slipping into a hot bath after being out in the snow. He wanted to reach out and touch them, like he had done so many times in his dreams, but he wasn't sure if it would prove too much for Cas just then. For the first time in his life, Dean Winchester held back.
Dean's head jerked to the side when he heard what sounded like a sniffle coming from Cas, and he looked anxiously at him to see what was the matter. "Castiel... what's wrong?" Dean asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. He was kissing him, so it couldn't be that he was in pain, or sad. Dean moved his hand to the angel's head and combed his fingers through his hair. "Why are you crying?" he whispered.
He was so concerned for him that he barely noticed when Cas started to move, but a split second later he was gasping at the sensations within him. Wings fell about him, and Dean shivered at their touch. It was so much better than in his dreams, their touch purer and the physical sensations much more fulfilling. He dug his fingers into Castiel's flesh, unable to express how he felt other than through that contact, and a low, tortured moan under his breath. It was too slow... he needed more...
As though Cas had heard his thoughts, he was moving in a good rhythm now, and every time he pushed back inside of him, Dean thought he would die from the pleasure. He was hitting that sweet spot inside of him that he wished he had known about sooner. He returned Castiel's kiss just as softly, glad that he had stopped crying. He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "I love you," and then fell back to kissing him. It was the most perfect moment of his life, and for once the pleasure running through his body was secondary to the happiness he felt, and the love he felt. Surely anything that felt this good could not possibly last. Nothing as wonderful as this had ever happened to him, and the few times he had ever felt happy it had always only been fleeting. Let this last, he thought. Please... let me just have this. Let me keep Castiel. I can't lose him.
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Cas smiled down at Dean breaking the kiss and shook his head. Nothings wrong angel, I'm just... it's so perfect, you're perfect, I've never felt like this, it's... just a little overwhelming." He said softly as he leaned back to kiss him again. "In a very good way though I promise"
He moaned softly as he grins to himself, moving in and out of Dean, changing his angle a little trying to get in deeper, feel more of Dean around him and growls at the feel of it. "I'm not hurting you am I angel?" he murmured into Dean's neck. Where he was now nuzzling, licking and biting along his jaw line. God he loved the taste of Dean when he was sweaty and lust blown like this.
"I love you too Dean, you're so sexy like this, Christ, how did I never know it felt like this..." he moaned starting to move faster and faster. He didn't want to hurt Dean but he couldn't hold the slow pace anymore and the way Dean was moving against him and moaning and growling, Cas was pretty sure he wasn't going to mind so much. He knew Dean would let him know if it was to much, he trusted Dean and he knew Dean trusted him. Or he never would have let him do this in the first place.
This time he wanted Dean to reach orgasm before him. Dean was always so careful to make sure Cas got there first, but this time Cas was in control and he was going to take advantage of it. He slide a hand down between them and wrapped a hand around Dean's hard Cock, starting to stroke and twist his hand around it in time with his thrusts. Just the feel of touching Dean while he was inside of him made him need to grit his teeth not to come. His wings glowing a little as he continued to move. And he was so hyper-aware of the feeling flooding through him when his wings stroked along Dean's skin where they made contact.
"Oh shit... Dean" He cried out as he felt himself climbing closer, closer, always closer, and he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Come for me angel" he growled into Dean's ear as he speed up again and worked Dean's cock between their bodies. Kissing him hard and deep. How was he ever going to come down from this, he'd never felt like this, so much sensation, so much feeling, so much love....
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Dean sighed with relief and kissed Castiel softly. "Don't scare me like that... I thought there was something wrong with you," Dean chastised, but his voice was gentle. "But I know exactly what you... what you mean... oh, Hell...!" He stopped talking the moment Cas shifted the angle, his breath coming sharp and fast. Something about this angle just blew his mind. He shook his head, unable to reply without sounding like a squealing fangirl at a convention so he wisely kept his mouth shut, opting instead for a only slightly more manly moan. He tilted his head back to let Cas at his throat more. Fucking hell, those soft lips on his throat, sliding over his stubble, doing such amazing things... Christ, he was going insane and he loved every minute of it.
He grabbed Castiel's ass and squeezed it hard as he moved faster and faster inside of him. "Holy shit!" Dean gasped. The feeling inside him was incredible. It was so different from he buildup to a regular orgasm, but it was so freaking good that Dean wondered (and not for the first time that night) why he hadn't tried this sooner. During the dreams, he knew that Cas enjoyed having Dean inside him, but Dean almost laughed when he thought that Cas had been holding out on him. The moment Cas opened his mouth, letting those wonderful words slip out, Dean gave a strangled gasp. He was so close already, and he was fighting it with all his might, wanting Cas to go first...
He was trying to find his voice so he could beg Cas to go before him, and then the sneaky, sexy angel was wrapping his hand around his cock and stealing all thought from his brain. Dean cried out at the top of his voice, too far gone to care who heard them. His hips bucked wildly against Cas, the feelings all throughout his body too much and too perfect to fight any more. Skin, lips, hair, wings...
"Come in me, baby," Dean hissed just before he lost control entirely, the mental image too much for his labouring body to hold on. He came hard, gasping and pumping himself into his angel's hand, his come coating the angel's fingers and spilling out over his stomach. Nothing had ever felt this good, and as his head dropped back against the pillow, his body spent from their exertions, he sighed happily. It was worth the wait. Every minute of it. Every smouldering glance they had ever given each other, every time Cas had invaded his personal space and Dean had secretly loved it... It had all been part of the buildup to this, and Dean lifted his head, shaking, to kiss Castiel softly. So. Freaking. Worth it.
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Castiel smiles softly, lifting his head so he can look at Dean, he wants, needs the eye contact. Needs to see everything Dean is feeling written in his bright green eyes. What he sees there almost has him crying again, but he holds the tears back. Dean had worried about them the first time, he did not wish to worry him again. Even if everything in him was overwhelming him in a way he never thought possible. He didn't know how to deal with such strong levels of emotion.
He had never once believed anyone would truly love him, not like this, and especially not a human someone. Especially not Dean. So to say it was affecting him some what would be the worlds most incredibly blatant understatement as to border on ridiculous. As he moved in Dean, hot and full of love he realised like a someone had turned on a light in his head. This was it, this was everything. Dean was everything and all he would ever want again. Heaven, Hell, Earth, Lucifer, God, none of it would matter to him if he lost Dean. If he didn't have this...
"I can't lose you Dean, not ever" he whispered down at him. The man was falling apart below Castiel as he said it, and the angel was fairly certain Dean hadn't heard, because at that moment his face was twisted in ecstasy and he was jerking and writhing as he came. And Castiel was certain he'd never seen anything so amazing in his life as the beauty that was Dean as he lost all control. "You're so beautiful like this" he gasped out never breaking his eyes from Dean's face.
He knew it was over for him when he felt Dean clenching tight around him and he moaned loudly, tried to get control of himself. Wanted to not need Dean to have to look away, but he couldn't the feeling was too real, too strong and altogether too wondrous. He gave a strangled cry and tore at Dean's hand to make the man shield himself with it before he was coming undone and he felt his orgasm rip through him with a sudden violence that shocked him and he shot load after load of come deep into Dean as he failed to keep himself contained. He caressed Dean with his true form as he always did. Adding to the intimacy and pleasure as he slowly came back down and drew himself back into his body.
Wings remained wrapped around them, not ready to give up the contact just yet. He feel down onto Dean with a sigh and just lay there clinging to him. Not ready to move, to pull out of him. He just wanted to stay like this until Dean told him to get off him. He kissed ever inch within kissing distance. Lazy, soft kisses, over dean's neck and shoulders and up to his face. Pressing a kiss to his nose and his eye's and his forehead before dipping back down and kissing his mouth softly. The love flowing through him and he smiled before murmuring into Dean's mouth.
"So... not a virgin anymore..." he smiled softly as he rose his head and grinned at Dean. He wondered if Dean would appreciate his attempt at a joke. Worried for a moment that it wasn't the right thing to say after... that. However, what do you say after that, no real words could be put to it, so something simple and light seemed to work in Cas' head... he hoped...
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Oh God... Castiel's eyes locked on his, and Dean couldn't resist pulling him down for a kiss that was all frantic lips, bumping noses, greedy tongues and hot breath. Those beautiful blue eyes were loaded with desire and love, and it was so hot that Dean was amazed that he was still breathing. The angel took his breath away every time he looked at him and saw the lost look in his eyes and the slack jaw that said that his stoic Cas couldn't keep control of himself.
He heard Cas tell him he was beautiful as he came, and he wished he could find something to say in response. He wanted to tell him that he was so beautiful that Dean didn't feel like he deserved him, but that could wait. The sensations in his body were dominating his brain, and he was blessed that he was able to recognise the warning signs and close his eyes before Cas lost it. He still wished he could see him, watch his face as he came, but the risk to his eyes was too great. Dean could live with not seeing Cas as he truly was as long as he could still see him smile, still see the blue of his eyes.
"Angel," Dean whispered, "My gorgeous Castiel..." He clung to Cas, shaking visibly from the force of his orgasm, and smiling softly. When Cas came in him, he gave a low moan. The hot, wet feeling inside him was just the perfect ending. He kissed the angel, his eyes closed still. The nearly surreal pleasure of Castiel's wings and true form caressing his body was incredible, and it felt almost as though he could come all over again. This was so intense, in such a good way. Dean sighed quietly under the otherworldly touch.
He had never known that sex could be like this. This hadn't been a quick release, a one night stand fumbling. This was magical. It was beautiful, and had Dean been a more emotional man he probably would have cried. He had never really appreciated how good making love could be, with all the sweetness and surrender that made it so worthwhile. His eyes opened as the angel rained kisses over him, and he smiled his crooked smile. "Nope, you're definitely not a virgin," he said, more than a hint of amusement in his voice. "But I think maybe we should do this a few more times, just to make sure."
He raised his head just enough to kiss the fluttering in Castiel's chest that told him where his heart lay, and followed that with a trail of kisses over his collarbone until their lips met again. This was too perfect. He felt so loved, and so happy right now. It was such a rare feeling for him that he wanted to remember every second of it perfectly. "Do you have any idea how much I love you, Cas?" he asked, his lips still pressed against the angel's mouth.
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"Yes" Castiel murmured, "I think I do Dean" he replied softly as he moved them both under the covers and curled himself around Dean's body, laying half on top of him, half on the bed. Head resting warm and solid on Dean's chest. His arms wraped around the mans body. And then he curled his wings around them, warm and protecting. And that is exactly how he stayed the rest of the night. He did not need to sleep but for Dean he wanted to, anything to feel more human and close to the man he loved.
After a sweet, soft kiss to his lovers mouth, he simply lay, eye's closed, breathing soft until he heard the tell tale signs of Dean sleeping. And then he slept, for the first time in his life, Castiel closed his eyes and fell asleep with his thoughts on Dean and a small, happy smile on his face.
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Master Post
FIN
Comments are love :D next chapter up as soon as folks let me know what they thought of this one lol. Need to know when y'all are ready for the next part! Completely unbeta'd
Home Appliances
Authors: kimisgirl (wrote Cas) and doubledgedsword (wrote Dean)
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
Rating/Warnings: NC17 this part
Summary: Dean knows it's a dream, he knows its not real.... so why does it feel like it means more, and more importantly, why does he wish it was more? And, why, for that matter, does Castiel show up the next moring with a hikey on his neck and angry as hell? If it's not real why does the angel know everything that happened... like he was there?
Disclaimer: None of the supernatural characters or storylines belong to us :( -sad face-
His whole world seemed to stop turning all together when Dean whispered hotly that he wanted it, that he wanted Castiel to make love to him. It was such a revelation to the angel he had to pull his head back suddenly and look at Dean wide eyed.
"You do?" he asked his surprise washing over his face. God he loved Dean so much, and he knew Dean would do anything for him, but the way Dean told him he wanted it... Castiel could tell he really did. Dean wanted to be taken like that by him. He wanted to hand over control to Castiel and let him love him in a way that was so different to what Dean was used to. Castiel knew Dean had never been interested in men. He knew he still wouldn't have been if it weren't for Cas. He knew Dean wasn't gay, it was only for Castiel that he had been willing to do these things with him. Castiel knew all of this, so when Dean said he wanted Cas to fuck him....
Castiel couldn't speak as he watched Dean turn off the water and dry his a little before leading him to the bed. Cas just followed Dean like a puppy who wasn't sure what was happening and needed guidance. His eyes large and wonderful as he never broke them from Dean.
He woke up a little when Dean started to kiss him hungrily again and he kissed back just as hard, moaning when he heard the growl Dean gave him. His hands melding themselves to Dean's hips as he pushed him slowly down onto the bed, crawling up and over him, sinking his body down to press into Dean's chest, his knees working their way inside Dean's thighs and spreading them apart as he gently moved his hips against Dean's soft moans leaving his throat at the contact.
He was gently and slow, he wanted this to be soft and special, the way he felt for Dean was to important to rush anything tonight, and he wanted to show Dean that. He kissed his lips soft and deep before breaking away and running his lips slowly over ever inch of Dean's face, trailing butterfly light kisses over every part of his skin. Moving then to run the tip of his tongue along the lines of Dean's freckles over his nose. Playing a wet version of join the dots.
"I love you angel" he murmured when he'd finished mapping Dean's face with his mouth. "Let me know if you need me to stop any time" he whispered into Dean's mouth as he slowly moved a hand down Dean's body.
Suddenly he froze because something important crossed his mind and he raised his head to look at Dean. "Dean, do you have any lubrication?" he asked suddenly serious. There was no way in heaven or earth he was going to do this to Dean without it. He would not hurt his Dean like that. Even if Dean begged him to, he would not. Luckily if Dean didn't have it, it would not take him long to get some, being an angel did have its advantages at times.
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"Yep," Dean replied, grinning at the look of surprise on Castiel's face. He thought the angel looked adorable wearing that expression. He loved everything about him, but he especially loved the combination of innocence and knowing that he often displayed. Older than Dean by millennia, but in many ways Dean was the more experienced one. Thanks to Cas, he was about to add yet another experience to his repertoire, and he could barely wait.
His skin was still damp from the shower when they reached the bed, and he fell back onto it with Cas above him, his heart pounding wildly. Blue eyes above him... He loved those eyes. He loved how he could see Cas through them in a way he could never properly express. "I love you, Castiel," Dean whispered as Cas settled between his legs.
He could feel himself getting hard again, and it amazed him that Cas could make him get this hot this fast, especially when he had only come a few minutes earlier. He slid his hands over the angel's shower-damp flesh, pressing firmly into his skin as he let his hands explore his body. He moved his hands to the small of the angel's back and massaged the spot slowly. The touch was gentle and innocent, but he knew Cas would enjoy it.
Soft kisses rained on his lips and face, and Dean let out a sigh. It was so intimate, and so loving that he felt like his heart might burst with happiness. He smiled as Cas traced his freckles. He had always hated them, thinking they made him look cute, but if Cas liked them he could learn to live with them. His green eyes fluttered closed when Cas breathed that he loved him.
He felt utterly relaxed and loved, and he wanted Cas badly. He bucked his hips underneath him to convey his need, and smiled his lopsided smile up at him. "I just need you to keep going, baby," Dean said. "You're amazing."
The serious and somewhat frightened look on his partner's face made him laugh a little, as did his question. In the dreams he may not have had that luxury, but in real life... his hunting kit wasn't the only thing he took everywhere with him. Dean propped himself up on his elbows and kissed Cas softly.
"You bet that sweet ass of yours I do," he replied. He twisted underneath Cas and reached over to the side of the bed and pulled out the leather bag that held his clothes. He rummaged inside of it for a moment, and found his washbag. Opening it, he found toothpaste and toothbrush, shower gel and a small bottle of lube and a pack of condoms. He always carried the essentials, and never bought anything as girly as shampoo and conditioner like Sammy did. He grinned as he moved back to his original position, clutching the small bottle. "Go nuts," he said with a grin.
He knew he should have been nervous, but he wasn't. He knew Cas wouldn't hurt him, and he also knew that this was just another way to express his love to him. He pressed the pump on top of the bottle twice and let the lube pour into his palm. He reached down and stroked Castiel's cock, coating it with the lube, and smiling widely as he watched his reaction. "I'm ready," Dean murmured and kissed him.
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Cas smiled as he watched Dean rummaging for the tube of lubrication, moving off him and to the side slightly to allow the man better reach. He smiled at Dean when he came back with the lube and nodded softly. "Good" he said and reached out for it. Taking it in his hand at the same moment Dean started to coat his cock with it and he moaned loudly, head dropping forward onto Dean's shoulder at the sudden pleasure running through him.
He smiled down at Dean when the man said he was ready.. "Dean I may be new to all this, but I know enough to realise that if I were to simply push into you now, no amount of lubrication would stop me from hurting you. And I refuse to have this cause you pain." He said softly as he leaned down and kissed Dean gently while his fingers found the lubrication tube and he squeezed a fair amount onto his fingers. Working to coat them completely he moved so his body was pressed to the side of Dean's so he had better access to Dean's body.
He gently spread his legs open wider and ran a hand, the one without the lube, softly down Dean's inner thigh, his eyes watching the movement carefully, taking in the sight before him. He turned his head and looked down at Dean as he slowly slipped a slick finger down between his legs and pressed gently against his hole. He never took his eyes off Dean as he slowly pushed his way inside, stopping any time he saw Dean's face tense. He moaned softly at the tight warm feeling of Dean and leaned down to kiss his neck, sucking gently for a few moments before moving his head lower and sucking a nipple into his mouth, dragging his teeth across it before licking it.
His finger finally all the way inside of Dean he raised his head again and looked at him, eyes bright with lust as he gave his lover a silent question. Asking if it was ok, if it hurt.. Castiel would never forgive himself if he hurt Dean.
"How do you feel?" he murmured softly down at Dean, getting lost in the incredible green that made Dean's eyes so amazing and beginning to move his finger in and out of Dean slowly. Starting to get him used to the intrusion.
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Dean grinned at Castiel's reaction. He tightened his grip slightly, and dragged his thumb over the tip of his partner's cock. He kissed his cheek when Cas let his head fall against him, and whispered gruffly in his ear, "Want you inside me, precious." His lips brushed the angel's ear, and he nipped the lobe for good measure as he passed it.
Dean felt his cheeks redden when Cas said he refused to hurt him. He knew that... He was just over-eager to have his angel inside him at last. He muttered, "I know... Just can't wait for you to fuck me." He thought back briefly to all the girls that he had slept with, and the few he had convinced to let him perform this particular act. Not one of them had meant anything to him, and while there was a tiny part of his mind that felt embarrassed that he was about to have full sex with a dude, his heart told him that this was love... and love trumped all other hands.
He moaned loudly as Cas stroked down his inner leg. It wasn't the most erotic gesture in the world, but Christ on a bike, did it turn him on. When Cas finally pushed his finger inside him, Dean's eyes widened and he gave a gasp of surprise. "Holy shit!" he cried out. It wasn't painful... it was just different, and it was doing the most amazing things to his cock. He began to pant when he felt the angel's lips on his throat, and he yelped when teeth grazed his hard nipple.
Dean could barely speak. Cas was driving him wild all over again, and he said through gritted teeth, "More..." as he stared intensely up at the angel. Looking to prove his point, he ground his hips down, making himself gasp again. "Oh, fucking hell..." Dean growled.
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Castiel couldn't take his eyes off Dean, he was mesmerized by the sight of the man squirming around below him driven to it simply by Castiel's touch. And the noise Dean was making made Castiel worry he wouldn't even make it inside of Dean if he didn't stay in control of himself.
"God Dean, you're incredible like this you know that? So sexy..." he growled as his mouth covered the flesh separating one nipple from the other. His tongue swirling would the hard bud before sucking it up into his mouth.
When he felt Dean push himself down harder onto his finger begging for more it was all Cas could do not to bite down on Dean's flesh to hard. He groaned and happily obliged, pressing a second finger deep in side Dean along side the first. He ran his fingers around inside stretching and scissoring them to prepare Dean for him.
Slowly he moved his lips down Dean's body, trailing small soft kisses down the mans stomach and hip. He stopped at his hip bone and sucked it hard into his mouth. When he raised his head a moment later he saw a dark mark left behind and smiled before turning his mouth to Dean's cock for the second time tonight. He ran gentle kisses along the shaft before sucking it into his mouth and sucking just enough to distract Dean from any pain he might be about to cause.
As he sucked slowly on Dean, he pulled out his two fingers just enough to add a third before pressing in again firmly. He knew it would be tight for Dean, but he needed him ready so he didn't hurt to much when Castiel actually pressed his cock into him. He moved his fingers gently, he knew from what Dean had done to him that there was a spot that would drive Dean wild if he could only find it. Never having done this before however he had no idea what or where it was. Still he moved around in hopes of hitting it and lifted his head off Dean's cock for a moment to look at his face. His hand taking over from his mouth in slow firm strokes of the hard flesh.
"Is this ok Dean?" He asked thickly. His voice was no where near as balanced as normal, it was thick and lust filled and a little hoarse because the sight of Dean like this made even his throat a little dry.
He leaned down and kissed the side of Dean's inner thigh as he continued to work him. Trailing up along the line where thigh meet groin the heat coming off Dean's skin burning and sparking over his lips. And he decided right then that this was possibly the best thing he'd ever done, in his eons he had never felt like he did right now in this moment... and he loved it, everything about it, but most of all he loved Dean.
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The look of need on Castiel's face took Dean's breath away completely. He had never seen anything so hot in his entire life, and he whimpered, jerking his hips upwards, begging him with his eyes to give him more, and quickly.
He would have replied to Castiel's question, but he was too occupied with the feeling of the angel's finger, and his tongue. He had never anticipated anything feeling this good. Not one of the girls he had been with had ever done it for him like this. He was panting, and sweating, and so lost in Cas that he never wanted the night to end. He bit his lip, stifling a cry of pleasure as Cas added a second digit and stretched him. There was some pain, but whatever Cas was hitting in there made him forget about that. It felt incredible, some small cluster of nerves inside of him that he had never known was there.
"Ohhh..." was all he managed to say, and then repeated himself even louder when Cas started sucking him again. That was it. The angel was trying to kill him pleasure. Well, he could go ahead. Dean was quite happy to go out like this, and quite happy for his angel's sexy lips to be wrapped around his cock. He hissed a little when Cas added a third finger, but the pain faded rapidly and he groaned aloud. It was so tight... but it felt good, and Dean had to fight to keep control of himself.
He half laughed, his breathing deep and rapid, and he replied, "Is this ok? Holy shit, Cas, it's more than ok. I dunno how much more of this I can take!" He looked at his partner and said in a low, strained hiss, "More, please!"
As the angel leaned and kissed all over his sweat-slicked skin, and Dean whimpered again. He needed release, he needed Cas inside him. He looked at the angel's dark head moving over his groin and thought how beautiful he looked. He whispered, "Please, Cas, I can't wait any more. I need you." He moved his hips lightly, the movement making him gasp, and nudged the angel's face with his hip bone. He couldn't wait any longer. He thought he would lose it again, and he wanted to wait. He wanted to feel this good with Cas buried in him, and the thought of it was doing nothing for his restraint.
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"Jesus Dean" Cas groaned out as he felt Dean growing more desperate for him. "You've no idea what you're doing to me right now..." Castiel was absolutely certain it had never felt like this for him before, in the dreams. He had always known they were only Dean's dreams, but they had felt so real and so amazing he really hadn't thought it would be so much better in reality... He'd been wrong, very wrong.
He couldn't wait any longer or he was going to come before he even got near Dean. And when Dean told him he needed him now he didn't stop to ask twice. He gently pulled his fingers out and took the lubrication tube in his hand, filling his palm with it he slowly, it needed to be slow or he would have lost it then and there, rubbed it over himself to make sure he was slick. He still worried he might hurt Dean.
"You ready angel?" He murmured as he positioned himself over Dean's body, his thighs pushed Dean's out wider and up toward him a little as the head of his cock rested hot and wet against Dean's entrance. His hands moved and twisted in Dean's hair and he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to Dean's in a long, tender kiss as he started to press in. Slowly, so slowly and he wasn't sure that he'd have been able to stay so controlled if he'd been human... something he'd learnt from Dean, he had a better grip on controlling urges than Dean did... most of the time anyway. And always where hurting Dean might be an out come of not controlling himself.
He lifted his head as he felt the head of his cock slip tightly inside the tight ring of muscle. His eyes locking on Dean's face, searching for any sign of pain. "Let me know if it hurts Dean" He whispered softly and couldn't help but smile down at the man he loved, because he wasn't sure he'd ever seen something as amazing as the sight of Dean under him right now.
He slowly continued to slide in, painfully slowly, stopping every time Dean's breath so much as hitched or his brow furrowed.
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Looking up at Castiel's strained face, hearing the groan in his voice as he spoke and feeling the tremble behind his touch, Dean felt a bit smug. Cas may have been driving him around the bend with pleasure, but at least he was doing the same to him. And Hell, this was only their first real time together! He felt his eyes roll back in his head when he wondered just how good things would be next time if they were this amazing now.
He was more than a little nervous now. This was so far beyond what the old him would have been comfortable with, but with Cas... anything went. He knew he wouldn't hurt him, but he was still anxious about pain. He knew a little would be inevitable, but he trusted his angel. He trusted him to take things slowly and make every moment feel wonderful. "I'm ready," he replied, trying not to let his nerves be obvious.
Dean clawed at the bedsheets as Cas finally entered him. There was pain, but as he slowly pushed into him the pain faded away. He noticed the angel paused every time he made any sound or movement that could be interpreted as pain, and he stroked his hand over his back to reassure him that he was ok. His jaw slackened once the pain was completely gone, and he gave a soft moan. He had never experienced this before, and it was different, that was for damn sure - but it was good different. Great different, in fact. Dean pushed his hips upwards, closer to Cas, the movement making him gasp as he felt Cas moving deeper inside him.
"Holy shit..." Dean hissed. "Cas... baby, it's good." He risked moving his hips again, and shivered as he felt the same wonderful feeling. "More..." he hissed, and pulled Cas down for a deep kiss that could only be described as epic. He let his hands roam freely over his partner's body, more comfortable now he was inside him and there was no pain. His cock was pressed hard against the angel's belly, and he jerked his hips, enjoying the dual sensations of pleasure in his ass and in his groin.
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Castiel was finally buried deep inside of Dean, pressed in as far as he could get and the feeling surrounding him made him weak. He wasn't sure he knew how to handle these sensations as they rushed over his body. For a moment he was scared that he would lose all control and explode out of his vessel, taking Dean's life and destroying everything he loved. He was shaken by this fear and he drew in a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He had worked on this, had tried to teach himself control. Of course... his hand and thoughts of Dean were not even close to what it felt like to be inside of Dean, with the man moaning and quivering below you. And all the practice seemed stupidly pointless right then. One thing he'd learnt about himself in those moments however came back to him as he lay very still over Dean's body, head buried in his neck as he tried to control himself. It had been a lot easier to stay inside his body when he had let his wings out.
So slowly, still not moving inside of Dean, not trusting himself to just yet, he concentrated for a moment and let his wings spread out behind him, stretching out across the dimly lit hotel room. Just the thought and effort involved of spreading them out helped reign back his pleasure some what and helped him regain some of his control. It was so important for him to control himself when he was with Dean, he would never be able to live with himself if Dean got hurt because he'd let himself go when he should have been more careful.
He nuzzled Dean's neck and ran his lips slowly along the hot flesh, tasting the salt and traces of water from their shower. He moaned softly, not realising that some of the salt and wet was from the silent tears streaming down his cheeks and not just from Dean's sweat. He wasn't sure why he was crying, he wasn't really even aware that he was, there were too many emotions, feelings, to much love and need and want. He had no where to let it all out, so he cried softly, happily against Dean's neck as he sucked his skin into his mouth and sucked softly.
Finally he was calm enough to move, he knew Dean needed more, needed him to move, but he had needed time, he knew Dean would understand it later when he explained it, but he was sure if he didn't give Dean what he needed soon. The man beneath him would take matters into his own hands and god only knew what that would mean. Castiel smiled a little at this thought as he let his wings fall around them, tucking them around his and Dean's body so that a small part of them, though still shadowy and dark, were caressing Dean. It sent the most incredible feeling through him, having that part of him touch Dean.
His hips pulled out a little and pushed slowly back in, moaning hard against Dean's skin he lifted his head and looked down at Dean briefly before closing his mouth around Dean's and kissing him tenderly. Moving in a steady but slow rhythm that he thought might drive him over the edge of sanity but felt so good he was in no rush to change it. Though he knew soon Dean would not be happy to settle for slow and gentle...
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Dean shivered with need, and realised Cas wasn't moving. "Cas? Baby, you okay?" he asked. He couldn't see his face, because it was snuggled in the crook of his neck. He could feel him trembling, and Dean smiled. He thought he knew what was wrong. He kissed Castiel's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his body, holding him tightly until he felt ready. He knew how overwhelming this was. Hell, Dean's first time saw him as a quivering wreck, and he had had to stay very still so he wouldn't lose it within seconds. He figured that was what was wrong with his angel now.
Just as he kissed the angel's shoulder again, he saw the wings spreading outward from his back, and he sighed as the same wonderful feeling of peace and contentment flooded through him, like slipping into a hot bath after being out in the snow. He wanted to reach out and touch them, like he had done so many times in his dreams, but he wasn't sure if it would prove too much for Cas just then. For the first time in his life, Dean Winchester held back.
Dean's head jerked to the side when he heard what sounded like a sniffle coming from Cas, and he looked anxiously at him to see what was the matter. "Castiel... what's wrong?" Dean asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. He was kissing him, so it couldn't be that he was in pain, or sad. Dean moved his hand to the angel's head and combed his fingers through his hair. "Why are you crying?" he whispered.
He was so concerned for him that he barely noticed when Cas started to move, but a split second later he was gasping at the sensations within him. Wings fell about him, and Dean shivered at their touch. It was so much better than in his dreams, their touch purer and the physical sensations much more fulfilling. He dug his fingers into Castiel's flesh, unable to express how he felt other than through that contact, and a low, tortured moan under his breath. It was too slow... he needed more...
As though Cas had heard his thoughts, he was moving in a good rhythm now, and every time he pushed back inside of him, Dean thought he would die from the pleasure. He was hitting that sweet spot inside of him that he wished he had known about sooner. He returned Castiel's kiss just as softly, glad that he had stopped crying. He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "I love you," and then fell back to kissing him. It was the most perfect moment of his life, and for once the pleasure running through his body was secondary to the happiness he felt, and the love he felt. Surely anything that felt this good could not possibly last. Nothing as wonderful as this had ever happened to him, and the few times he had ever felt happy it had always only been fleeting. Let this last, he thought. Please... let me just have this. Let me keep Castiel. I can't lose him.
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Cas smiled down at Dean breaking the kiss and shook his head. Nothings wrong angel, I'm just... it's so perfect, you're perfect, I've never felt like this, it's... just a little overwhelming." He said softly as he leaned back to kiss him again. "In a very good way though I promise"
He moaned softly as he grins to himself, moving in and out of Dean, changing his angle a little trying to get in deeper, feel more of Dean around him and growls at the feel of it. "I'm not hurting you am I angel?" he murmured into Dean's neck. Where he was now nuzzling, licking and biting along his jaw line. God he loved the taste of Dean when he was sweaty and lust blown like this.
"I love you too Dean, you're so sexy like this, Christ, how did I never know it felt like this..." he moaned starting to move faster and faster. He didn't want to hurt Dean but he couldn't hold the slow pace anymore and the way Dean was moving against him and moaning and growling, Cas was pretty sure he wasn't going to mind so much. He knew Dean would let him know if it was to much, he trusted Dean and he knew Dean trusted him. Or he never would have let him do this in the first place.
This time he wanted Dean to reach orgasm before him. Dean was always so careful to make sure Cas got there first, but this time Cas was in control and he was going to take advantage of it. He slide a hand down between them and wrapped a hand around Dean's hard Cock, starting to stroke and twist his hand around it in time with his thrusts. Just the feel of touching Dean while he was inside of him made him need to grit his teeth not to come. His wings glowing a little as he continued to move. And he was so hyper-aware of the feeling flooding through him when his wings stroked along Dean's skin where they made contact.
"Oh shit... Dean" He cried out as he felt himself climbing closer, closer, always closer, and he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Come for me angel" he growled into Dean's ear as he speed up again and worked Dean's cock between their bodies. Kissing him hard and deep. How was he ever going to come down from this, he'd never felt like this, so much sensation, so much feeling, so much love....
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Dean sighed with relief and kissed Castiel softly. "Don't scare me like that... I thought there was something wrong with you," Dean chastised, but his voice was gentle. "But I know exactly what you... what you mean... oh, Hell...!" He stopped talking the moment Cas shifted the angle, his breath coming sharp and fast. Something about this angle just blew his mind. He shook his head, unable to reply without sounding like a squealing fangirl at a convention so he wisely kept his mouth shut, opting instead for a only slightly more manly moan. He tilted his head back to let Cas at his throat more. Fucking hell, those soft lips on his throat, sliding over his stubble, doing such amazing things... Christ, he was going insane and he loved every minute of it.
He grabbed Castiel's ass and squeezed it hard as he moved faster and faster inside of him. "Holy shit!" Dean gasped. The feeling inside him was incredible. It was so different from he buildup to a regular orgasm, but it was so freaking good that Dean wondered (and not for the first time that night) why he hadn't tried this sooner. During the dreams, he knew that Cas enjoyed having Dean inside him, but Dean almost laughed when he thought that Cas had been holding out on him. The moment Cas opened his mouth, letting those wonderful words slip out, Dean gave a strangled gasp. He was so close already, and he was fighting it with all his might, wanting Cas to go first...
He was trying to find his voice so he could beg Cas to go before him, and then the sneaky, sexy angel was wrapping his hand around his cock and stealing all thought from his brain. Dean cried out at the top of his voice, too far gone to care who heard them. His hips bucked wildly against Cas, the feelings all throughout his body too much and too perfect to fight any more. Skin, lips, hair, wings...
"Come in me, baby," Dean hissed just before he lost control entirely, the mental image too much for his labouring body to hold on. He came hard, gasping and pumping himself into his angel's hand, his come coating the angel's fingers and spilling out over his stomach. Nothing had ever felt this good, and as his head dropped back against the pillow, his body spent from their exertions, he sighed happily. It was worth the wait. Every minute of it. Every smouldering glance they had ever given each other, every time Cas had invaded his personal space and Dean had secretly loved it... It had all been part of the buildup to this, and Dean lifted his head, shaking, to kiss Castiel softly. So. Freaking. Worth it.
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Castiel smiles softly, lifting his head so he can look at Dean, he wants, needs the eye contact. Needs to see everything Dean is feeling written in his bright green eyes. What he sees there almost has him crying again, but he holds the tears back. Dean had worried about them the first time, he did not wish to worry him again. Even if everything in him was overwhelming him in a way he never thought possible. He didn't know how to deal with such strong levels of emotion.
He had never once believed anyone would truly love him, not like this, and especially not a human someone. Especially not Dean. So to say it was affecting him some what would be the worlds most incredibly blatant understatement as to border on ridiculous. As he moved in Dean, hot and full of love he realised like a someone had turned on a light in his head. This was it, this was everything. Dean was everything and all he would ever want again. Heaven, Hell, Earth, Lucifer, God, none of it would matter to him if he lost Dean. If he didn't have this...
"I can't lose you Dean, not ever" he whispered down at him. The man was falling apart below Castiel as he said it, and the angel was fairly certain Dean hadn't heard, because at that moment his face was twisted in ecstasy and he was jerking and writhing as he came. And Castiel was certain he'd never seen anything so amazing in his life as the beauty that was Dean as he lost all control. "You're so beautiful like this" he gasped out never breaking his eyes from Dean's face.
He knew it was over for him when he felt Dean clenching tight around him and he moaned loudly, tried to get control of himself. Wanted to not need Dean to have to look away, but he couldn't the feeling was too real, too strong and altogether too wondrous. He gave a strangled cry and tore at Dean's hand to make the man shield himself with it before he was coming undone and he felt his orgasm rip through him with a sudden violence that shocked him and he shot load after load of come deep into Dean as he failed to keep himself contained. He caressed Dean with his true form as he always did. Adding to the intimacy and pleasure as he slowly came back down and drew himself back into his body.
Wings remained wrapped around them, not ready to give up the contact just yet. He feel down onto Dean with a sigh and just lay there clinging to him. Not ready to move, to pull out of him. He just wanted to stay like this until Dean told him to get off him. He kissed ever inch within kissing distance. Lazy, soft kisses, over dean's neck and shoulders and up to his face. Pressing a kiss to his nose and his eye's and his forehead before dipping back down and kissing his mouth softly. The love flowing through him and he smiled before murmuring into Dean's mouth.
"So... not a virgin anymore..." he smiled softly as he rose his head and grinned at Dean. He wondered if Dean would appreciate his attempt at a joke. Worried for a moment that it wasn't the right thing to say after... that. However, what do you say after that, no real words could be put to it, so something simple and light seemed to work in Cas' head... he hoped...
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Oh God... Castiel's eyes locked on his, and Dean couldn't resist pulling him down for a kiss that was all frantic lips, bumping noses, greedy tongues and hot breath. Those beautiful blue eyes were loaded with desire and love, and it was so hot that Dean was amazed that he was still breathing. The angel took his breath away every time he looked at him and saw the lost look in his eyes and the slack jaw that said that his stoic Cas couldn't keep control of himself.
He heard Cas tell him he was beautiful as he came, and he wished he could find something to say in response. He wanted to tell him that he was so beautiful that Dean didn't feel like he deserved him, but that could wait. The sensations in his body were dominating his brain, and he was blessed that he was able to recognise the warning signs and close his eyes before Cas lost it. He still wished he could see him, watch his face as he came, but the risk to his eyes was too great. Dean could live with not seeing Cas as he truly was as long as he could still see him smile, still see the blue of his eyes.
"Angel," Dean whispered, "My gorgeous Castiel..." He clung to Cas, shaking visibly from the force of his orgasm, and smiling softly. When Cas came in him, he gave a low moan. The hot, wet feeling inside him was just the perfect ending. He kissed the angel, his eyes closed still. The nearly surreal pleasure of Castiel's wings and true form caressing his body was incredible, and it felt almost as though he could come all over again. This was so intense, in such a good way. Dean sighed quietly under the otherworldly touch.
He had never known that sex could be like this. This hadn't been a quick release, a one night stand fumbling. This was magical. It was beautiful, and had Dean been a more emotional man he probably would have cried. He had never really appreciated how good making love could be, with all the sweetness and surrender that made it so worthwhile. His eyes opened as the angel rained kisses over him, and he smiled his crooked smile. "Nope, you're definitely not a virgin," he said, more than a hint of amusement in his voice. "But I think maybe we should do this a few more times, just to make sure."
He raised his head just enough to kiss the fluttering in Castiel's chest that told him where his heart lay, and followed that with a trail of kisses over his collarbone until their lips met again. This was too perfect. He felt so loved, and so happy right now. It was such a rare feeling for him that he wanted to remember every second of it perfectly. "Do you have any idea how much I love you, Cas?" he asked, his lips still pressed against the angel's mouth.
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"Yes" Castiel murmured, "I think I do Dean" he replied softly as he moved them both under the covers and curled himself around Dean's body, laying half on top of him, half on the bed. Head resting warm and solid on Dean's chest. His arms wraped around the mans body. And then he curled his wings around them, warm and protecting. And that is exactly how he stayed the rest of the night. He did not need to sleep but for Dean he wanted to, anything to feel more human and close to the man he loved.
After a sweet, soft kiss to his lovers mouth, he simply lay, eye's closed, breathing soft until he heard the tell tale signs of Dean sleeping. And then he slept, for the first time in his life, Castiel closed his eyes and fell asleep with his thoughts on Dean and a small, happy smile on his face.
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