Can't
Title: Can't
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 706
Warnings: Ummm, dildos and vibrators past this point?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I really wouldn't be writing porn, now would I?
Summary: Written for the prompt: Castiel fucks himself with a dildo, I would love if Dean were watching or teaching Castiel to get himself off. in spnkink_meme.
"Is this- Is this right Dean?" Castiel asks, his voice shaking, pitching higher on the end.
Dean really can't blame him, the angel's got a dildo the width of a tennis ball and the length of a forearm shoved up his ass, and there is no way the damned thing's not pummeling his prostate with every thrust in; every thrust that Dean tells him to make, every command Castiel obeys without question, and fuck if that isn't the hottest trick to this whole rodeo.
Dean rips his hand from where it's been stroking his cock through his jeans to snag a small, black remote from the night table beside his armchair.
"Just right buddy, so right. Gonna make it even better though," he murmurs as he thumbs the little red dial all the way up. And Dean watches, eyes hooded and lips parted, as the angel spasms on the motel bed, striped comforter bunching beneath him as his back arches impossibly, thin muscles delineating themselves against soft, white flesh. The hand holding the end of the dildo twitches, and Castiel gives a quick moan before slamming the fake cock in and out desperately.
Dean growls at the sight, because he didn't tell Cas to do that, but then, it's hot as fuck, so Dean's having a hard time actually telling him to stop. Either way, the angel's black hair is ground down into the pillows as he grits his teeth and stops himself.
Ghod... This is going to kill Dean.
"What...? What was- It's shaking Dean. Why is-" Castiel's voice trails off in a mewling whimper.
Dean grins like a shark, all teeth, and moves his hand to undo his fly, popping the button and hissing as his hard member is released from its confines. "Vibrator. Feels nice, doesn't it?"
Castiel writhes in a twist of pleasureagony, a litany of "Nice, nice, nice, nice..." trailing messily from his spit-slick lips.
Dean wraps a fist around his cock, smearing a gob of precome all down his shaft. "Want you to fuck yourself on it," he gasps, wincing as his hand catches dry on his dick, too hard, too stiff. Not enough give to make the precome satisfying.
"Don't- don't know how Dean," Castiel murmurs, even as he starts to move the huge dildo in and out, eyes rolling back in his head. "Need. Please Dean, need."
Dean can't take it anymore, the sight of Cas or the dry burn of his hand on his dick. He needs to get some real friction. With a lithe move he stands, rhythmically squeezing his cock in now still fingers as he comes to rest his knees against the edge of the bed. "C'mere," he growls, and he has to say it twice, because on the first try his voice won't run past the barren sands of his throat.
Fuck Cas is gorgeous.
Even more gorgeous when he pushes the dildo in for the last time and tries to pull his hand away. Dean's never been so enamoured with anything as the sight of Cas slapping his hand back down on the butt of the huge rubber cock, whole body locking up tight as he whimpers, "Too much Dean, too much." And fuck if there aren't tears in the angel's eyes.
Plip. Dean's eyes laser focus in on the small spurt of precome Cas's rosy red dick's just leaked, and suddenly he could give a fuck about his own pleasure. Darting forward on hands and knees, Dean ducks his head and wraps his mouth around Castiel's cock, sucking like there's pie in there.
He's never done this before, but fuck if Cas doesn't taste like bunnies and sunshine and everything fucking nice in the world. He uses the hand that isn't gripping the small black remote to snag the base of the huge dildo, slamming it one, two, three times into the angel's ass, simultaneously fiddling with the remote's dial until the rubber cock is practically shaking out of his hand. Castiel screams, harsh and desperate, and Dean chokes as sperm shoots into his throat.
Fuck... Castiel tastes like cookies and salty cream. Dean is never going to give him up.
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 706
Warnings: Ummm, dildos and vibrators past this point?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I really wouldn't be writing porn, now would I?
Summary: Written for the prompt: Castiel fucks himself with a dildo, I would love if Dean were watching or teaching Castiel to get himself off. in spnkink_meme.
"Is this- Is this right Dean?" Castiel asks, his voice shaking, pitching higher on the end.
Dean really can't blame him, the angel's got a dildo the width of a tennis ball and the length of a forearm shoved up his ass, and there is no way the damned thing's not pummeling his prostate with every thrust in; every thrust that Dean tells him to make, every command Castiel obeys without question, and fuck if that isn't the hottest trick to this whole rodeo.
Dean rips his hand from where it's been stroking his cock through his jeans to snag a small, black remote from the night table beside his armchair.
"Just right buddy, so right. Gonna make it even better though," he murmurs as he thumbs the little red dial all the way up. And Dean watches, eyes hooded and lips parted, as the angel spasms on the motel bed, striped comforter bunching beneath him as his back arches impossibly, thin muscles delineating themselves against soft, white flesh. The hand holding the end of the dildo twitches, and Castiel gives a quick moan before slamming the fake cock in and out desperately.
Dean growls at the sight, because he didn't tell Cas to do that, but then, it's hot as fuck, so Dean's having a hard time actually telling him to stop. Either way, the angel's black hair is ground down into the pillows as he grits his teeth and stops himself.
Ghod... This is going to kill Dean.
"What...? What was- It's shaking Dean. Why is-" Castiel's voice trails off in a mewling whimper.
Dean grins like a shark, all teeth, and moves his hand to undo his fly, popping the button and hissing as his hard member is released from its confines. "Vibrator. Feels nice, doesn't it?"
Castiel writhes in a twist of pleasureagony, a litany of "Nice, nice, nice, nice..." trailing messily from his spit-slick lips.
Dean wraps a fist around his cock, smearing a gob of precome all down his shaft. "Want you to fuck yourself on it," he gasps, wincing as his hand catches dry on his dick, too hard, too stiff. Not enough give to make the precome satisfying.
"Don't- don't know how Dean," Castiel murmurs, even as he starts to move the huge dildo in and out, eyes rolling back in his head. "Need. Please Dean, need."
Dean can't take it anymore, the sight of Cas or the dry burn of his hand on his dick. He needs to get some real friction. With a lithe move he stands, rhythmically squeezing his cock in now still fingers as he comes to rest his knees against the edge of the bed. "C'mere," he growls, and he has to say it twice, because on the first try his voice won't run past the barren sands of his throat.
Fuck Cas is gorgeous.
Even more gorgeous when he pushes the dildo in for the last time and tries to pull his hand away. Dean's never been so enamoured with anything as the sight of Cas slapping his hand back down on the butt of the huge rubber cock, whole body locking up tight as he whimpers, "Too much Dean, too much." And fuck if there aren't tears in the angel's eyes.
Plip. Dean's eyes laser focus in on the small spurt of precome Cas's rosy red dick's just leaked, and suddenly he could give a fuck about his own pleasure. Darting forward on hands and knees, Dean ducks his head and wraps his mouth around Castiel's cock, sucking like there's pie in there.
He's never done this before, but fuck if Cas doesn't taste like bunnies and sunshine and everything fucking nice in the world. He uses the hand that isn't gripping the small black remote to snag the base of the huge dildo, slamming it one, two, three times into the angel's ass, simultaneously fiddling with the remote's dial until the rubber cock is practically shaking out of his hand. Castiel screams, harsh and desperate, and Dean chokes as sperm shoots into his throat.
Fuck... Castiel tastes like cookies and salty cream. Dean is never going to give him up.