Fic: Substitute, SPN, Sam/Castiel, Dean/Castiel
Going out with lost_house soon. Must stop writing porn...
Title: Substitute
Author: Claire
Pairing: Castiel/Sam, Castiel/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: Is this what cold feels like?
Notes: Written for the Porn Battle VII for the prompt wrong.
"Cas--"
Fingers grip his arms as Castiel drives into the body under him, tight and hot and human.
"Please--" Broken voice reaching Castiel's ears, wrecked and slurring and tones promising everything if Castiel will just give.
"Ssh--" Castiel quietens the pleas, fingers running over sweat-slick skin in the way he's seen mothers soothing small children, as he closes his eyes. He can see the other's gaze in the darkness, sharp green eyes, knowing and wanting, as Dean moves into him, taking everything Castiel is offering.
The hands on his arms move and Dean arches into Castiel's touch, hope and need and desire spilling from Dean's lips in a stream of words.
Thrusting harder now, touches their mark, feeling life and love and Dean washing through him, and his body is held in a clenching grip, sending him tumbling over the abyss humanity suffers so many ills for.
"Castiel--"
Castiel opens his eyes at his name, and a gaze that is too blue meets his, heavy and sated and wrong. Slipping out of the body under him, Castiel wonders if this is what cold feels like as Sam smiles at him, gentle and soft and murmuring words Castiel is not listening to.
And when Sam reaches for him, Castiel is already gone.
Title: Substitute
Author: Claire
Pairing: Castiel/Sam, Castiel/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: Is this what cold feels like?
Notes: Written for the Porn Battle VII for the prompt wrong.
"Cas--"
Fingers grip his arms as Castiel drives into the body under him, tight and hot and human.
"Please--" Broken voice reaching Castiel's ears, wrecked and slurring and tones promising everything if Castiel will just give.
"Ssh--" Castiel quietens the pleas, fingers running over sweat-slick skin in the way he's seen mothers soothing small children, as he closes his eyes. He can see the other's gaze in the darkness, sharp green eyes, knowing and wanting, as Dean moves into him, taking everything Castiel is offering.
The hands on his arms move and Dean arches into Castiel's touch, hope and need and desire spilling from Dean's lips in a stream of words.
Thrusting harder now, touches their mark, feeling life and love and Dean washing through him, and his body is held in a clenching grip, sending him tumbling over the abyss humanity suffers so many ills for.
"Castiel--"
Castiel opens his eyes at his name, and a gaze that is too blue meets his, heavy and sated and wrong. Slipping out of the body under him, Castiel wonders if this is what cold feels like as Sam smiles at him, gentle and soft and murmuring words Castiel is not listening to.
And when Sam reaches for him, Castiel is already gone.