SPN Rarepair fic: All That's Best of Dark and Bright Sam/Castiel; NC-17
All That’s Best of Dark and Bright
Author: perfumaniac
Recipient : cordeliadelayne
Pairing: Sam/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Shameless pwp
Summary: Sam Winchester is easily addicted.
Author's Notes: LJ hates me so trying it again. Sorry for the belated post, this kinda turned out different than I thought. I do hope you enjoy it. I had a lovely time writing this.
The skin under is his fingers is soft and warm, and Sam had kinda expected it. The quiet drawl of Hello Sam and the shiver it sent down his spine he didn’t expect.
Castiel’s gaze is deep and penetrating, slightly amused at the corners of his mouth that leave a fluttering in Sam’s chest.
It feels like judgment, a sliver of slight electricity that shoots down his body, settles in his fingers and toes. The look Castiel gives him is slightly amused, mostly sparing but Sam still feels the fire of that gaze burn some of darkness inside him. It’s pure addiction, and Sam is hooked. He wants more.
Castiel is an enigma he wants to touch, to prod like the soft back of a jellyfish to see under the skin. Sam wants to crawl under the touch and feel the grace that envelops that warm skin himself. He wants to see more of Castiel, to hear him more.
He wants more.
Sam is so screwed.
Turns out it’s all in the right way. Castiel is beautiful under his hands, writhing and moaning soft and pretty. It’s everything Sam has spent weeks imagining, rubbing his dick raw every morning under the shower so he could face Castiel with a straight face.
And now he’s here, the stupid tan coat half off his shoulders as Sam licks into his mouth nice and thorough.
“God Cas” Sam whispers, “we shouldn’t be doing this, this is insane.”
Cas pulls his mouth off with visible effort, “would you like to stop Sam?” His voice is even rougher and it slides down Sam’s spine like honey, settling in his fingers and his toes. “No, I -- fuck I just - no, I don’t want to stop.”
“Good.” And then those luscious lips are on him again, the soft insistence of them pleasing Sam and rushing it all down to his dick. He can’t stop now, not even if he wanted to.
It’s a headrush, every touch a new hit, a new zing of pleasure and Sam is hooked. He wants more and tonight there is nothing stopping him from getting it.
Castiel is letting Sam take the lead here, for which Sam is very grateful because he wants all the clothes off now, the anticipation of skin on skin leaving him dizzy and panting with need. Castiel gets with the program fast as he shoves Sam away gently before dropping his tan coat and jacket swiftly to the ground.
Sam can’t stop touching, can’t stop his fingers from running across the sharp angles of Castiel’s arms. He uses the tie to pull Castiel up again, dropping his head down into another kiss, not wanting the to let go yet.
It’s possible Sam is a little in over his head.
The walk backwards to the bed is short and quick and thank whatever for tiny motel rooms with big beds becau-
“Oomph!” Sam possibly yelps a little as he lands on his back on the bed. The grin of Castiel’s face makes it worth it.
Castiel quickly sits down to straddle his hips and runs his fingers up and down Sam’s chest. He has to close his eyes tightly at the feeling, sudden starbursts of pleasure exploding behind his closed eyes.
“Cas it’s not nice to be a tease,” Sam groans. “Please just touch me, already.”
Castiel stills at that, a half second pause of hesitance that forces Sam to open his eyes. Castiel looms over him, blue eyes blown dark, hair even more in disarray and Sam has never been more entranced, more aware of the beating of his own heart. Castiel starts running his fingers up and down Sam’s sides again, stopping to play with the button of his jeans.
“What do you want Sam?” Castiel stutters around his name, “where do you want me to touch you?”
“Please please just touch me, anywhere - just fuck anything Cas” Sam bites out, jerking his hips and enjoying the way Cas’s breath hitches in his throat and leaves his mouth as a bitten groan.
“Come on Cas…touch me please,” Sam is not above begging.
Cas leans down and mouths at Sam’s jaw, nips at his chin and moves down his throat in a chain of hot biting kisses that blaze a trail of fire down Sam’s skin. His fingers tangle in Cas’s hair and before he knows it he has him pushed down, mouthing at the button of his jeans. Sam can’t stop the groan this time.
“Fuck Cas!” Sam’s hips jerk up one more time just as Cas finishes dragging down the zipper with his teeth. Oh sweet friction.
“You are beautiful Sam,” Cas whispers as his pulls the waistband of Sam’s boxers with his teeth and pushes down all the clothing off him. Sam feels lit up and burning, sprawled on the bed in nothing but his t-shirt staring down at the head of dark hair.
And God it’s everything Sam dreamt off, everything he hoped for all those months wishing for Castiel’s mouth. Cas looks up with glazed eyes, beautiful full lips stretched around his cock and keeps sliding his mouth down on Sam’s shaft. When his cock hits the back of Castiel’s throat, Sam can’t help but tighten his fingers around Cas’s head and jerk his hips upward, wanting more of that sweet hot wetness. Oh and Cas lets him. He pulls off with an audible pop and looks at Sam with dark eyes.
“Do what you want Sam. Take what you really want, because I want it too,” Cas’s voice now even more gravely and broken.
Sam doesn’t have to be told twice. He grabs Castiel’s head tightly as Castiel swallows him down again and this time Sam doesn’t hold back. Holding on to Castiel’s head he jerks his hips up, can’t help the groan that escapes his mouth when he feels the back of Cas’s throat, Cas swallowing around him. The desperate jerks of his hips increase in pace, and Sam can’t stop the constant chants of Cas, Cas, oh God Cas from falling out.
Cas hums around his cock sweetly, tonguing the underside of his cock as if he was born to do this, be filled with Sam’s cock. The humming settles in his veins, lights his skin on fire and his orgasm catches Sam by surprise, hardly half of breath of pause before he’s pushed over the edge as Castiel’s throat works around him, hands clinging to his hips.
Cas pulls off when Sam’s fingers go lax but continues to pay attention to Sam’s cock with kitten licks, pausing now and then to look at Sam until he pulls him up and holds him to his chest. Cas’s tongue is hot and insistent against his, and Sam’s skin tingles all over as he tastes himself on his tongue. Cas continues to shower kisses to Sam’s mouth, moving down to mouth at his jaw and chin. “Are you satisfied Sam?” Castiel asks in a voice that is the most delicious wreck Sam has ever heard.
Sam still can’t stop wanting more. He wants to rewind and slow down, fast forward and press harder. He wants to feel Castiel inside him and around him. And tonight Sam Winchester will get what he wants.
He flips Cas on his back, dimples on full display as he grins openly.
“Oh Cas, I’m just getting started.”
Author: perfumaniac
Recipient : cordeliadelayne
Pairing: Sam/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Shameless pwp
Summary: Sam Winchester is easily addicted.
Author's Notes: LJ hates me so trying it again. Sorry for the belated post, this kinda turned out different than I thought. I do hope you enjoy it. I had a lovely time writing this.
The skin under is his fingers is soft and warm, and Sam had kinda expected it. The quiet drawl of Hello Sam and the shiver it sent down his spine he didn’t expect.
Castiel’s gaze is deep and penetrating, slightly amused at the corners of his mouth that leave a fluttering in Sam’s chest.
It feels like judgment, a sliver of slight electricity that shoots down his body, settles in his fingers and toes. The look Castiel gives him is slightly amused, mostly sparing but Sam still feels the fire of that gaze burn some of darkness inside him. It’s pure addiction, and Sam is hooked. He wants more.
Castiel is an enigma he wants to touch, to prod like the soft back of a jellyfish to see under the skin. Sam wants to crawl under the touch and feel the grace that envelops that warm skin himself. He wants to see more of Castiel, to hear him more.
He wants more.
Sam is so screwed.
Turns out it’s all in the right way. Castiel is beautiful under his hands, writhing and moaning soft and pretty. It’s everything Sam has spent weeks imagining, rubbing his dick raw every morning under the shower so he could face Castiel with a straight face.
And now he’s here, the stupid tan coat half off his shoulders as Sam licks into his mouth nice and thorough.
“God Cas” Sam whispers, “we shouldn’t be doing this, this is insane.”
Cas pulls his mouth off with visible effort, “would you like to stop Sam?” His voice is even rougher and it slides down Sam’s spine like honey, settling in his fingers and his toes. “No, I -- fuck I just - no, I don’t want to stop.”
“Good.” And then those luscious lips are on him again, the soft insistence of them pleasing Sam and rushing it all down to his dick. He can’t stop now, not even if he wanted to.
It’s a headrush, every touch a new hit, a new zing of pleasure and Sam is hooked. He wants more and tonight there is nothing stopping him from getting it.
Castiel is letting Sam take the lead here, for which Sam is very grateful because he wants all the clothes off now, the anticipation of skin on skin leaving him dizzy and panting with need. Castiel gets with the program fast as he shoves Sam away gently before dropping his tan coat and jacket swiftly to the ground.
Sam can’t stop touching, can’t stop his fingers from running across the sharp angles of Castiel’s arms. He uses the tie to pull Castiel up again, dropping his head down into another kiss, not wanting the to let go yet.
It’s possible Sam is a little in over his head.
The walk backwards to the bed is short and quick and thank whatever for tiny motel rooms with big beds becau-
“Oomph!” Sam possibly yelps a little as he lands on his back on the bed. The grin of Castiel’s face makes it worth it.
Castiel quickly sits down to straddle his hips and runs his fingers up and down Sam’s chest. He has to close his eyes tightly at the feeling, sudden starbursts of pleasure exploding behind his closed eyes.
“Cas it’s not nice to be a tease,” Sam groans. “Please just touch me, already.”
Castiel stills at that, a half second pause of hesitance that forces Sam to open his eyes. Castiel looms over him, blue eyes blown dark, hair even more in disarray and Sam has never been more entranced, more aware of the beating of his own heart. Castiel starts running his fingers up and down Sam’s sides again, stopping to play with the button of his jeans.
“What do you want Sam?” Castiel stutters around his name, “where do you want me to touch you?”
“Please please just touch me, anywhere - just fuck anything Cas” Sam bites out, jerking his hips and enjoying the way Cas’s breath hitches in his throat and leaves his mouth as a bitten groan.
“Come on Cas…touch me please,” Sam is not above begging.
Cas leans down and mouths at Sam’s jaw, nips at his chin and moves down his throat in a chain of hot biting kisses that blaze a trail of fire down Sam’s skin. His fingers tangle in Cas’s hair and before he knows it he has him pushed down, mouthing at the button of his jeans. Sam can’t stop the groan this time.
“Fuck Cas!” Sam’s hips jerk up one more time just as Cas finishes dragging down the zipper with his teeth. Oh sweet friction.
“You are beautiful Sam,” Cas whispers as his pulls the waistband of Sam’s boxers with his teeth and pushes down all the clothing off him. Sam feels lit up and burning, sprawled on the bed in nothing but his t-shirt staring down at the head of dark hair.
And God it’s everything Sam dreamt off, everything he hoped for all those months wishing for Castiel’s mouth. Cas looks up with glazed eyes, beautiful full lips stretched around his cock and keeps sliding his mouth down on Sam’s shaft. When his cock hits the back of Castiel’s throat, Sam can’t help but tighten his fingers around Cas’s head and jerk his hips upward, wanting more of that sweet hot wetness. Oh and Cas lets him. He pulls off with an audible pop and looks at Sam with dark eyes.
“Do what you want Sam. Take what you really want, because I want it too,” Cas’s voice now even more gravely and broken.
Sam doesn’t have to be told twice. He grabs Castiel’s head tightly as Castiel swallows him down again and this time Sam doesn’t hold back. Holding on to Castiel’s head he jerks his hips up, can’t help the groan that escapes his mouth when he feels the back of Cas’s throat, Cas swallowing around him. The desperate jerks of his hips increase in pace, and Sam can’t stop the constant chants of Cas, Cas, oh God Cas from falling out.
Cas hums around his cock sweetly, tonguing the underside of his cock as if he was born to do this, be filled with Sam’s cock. The humming settles in his veins, lights his skin on fire and his orgasm catches Sam by surprise, hardly half of breath of pause before he’s pushed over the edge as Castiel’s throat works around him, hands clinging to his hips.
Cas pulls off when Sam’s fingers go lax but continues to pay attention to Sam’s cock with kitten licks, pausing now and then to look at Sam until he pulls him up and holds him to his chest. Cas’s tongue is hot and insistent against his, and Sam’s skin tingles all over as he tastes himself on his tongue. Cas continues to shower kisses to Sam’s mouth, moving down to mouth at his jaw and chin. “Are you satisfied Sam?” Castiel asks in a voice that is the most delicious wreck Sam has ever heard.
Sam still can’t stop wanting more. He wants to rewind and slow down, fast forward and press harder. He wants to feel Castiel inside him and around him. And tonight Sam Winchester will get what he wants.
He flips Cas on his back, dimples on full display as he grins openly.
“Oh Cas, I’m just getting started.”