Fic: Angel Lovin' Chapter 17/? WIP
Title: Angel Lovin' Chapter 17/?
Author: ravenalisa
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Through 5.10
Warnings: language, sexual content
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel search for a weapon to kill Lucifer. Meanwhile Dean and Castiel grow closer and Sam over-analyzes everything while occasionally being an unintentional cock block.
Angel Lovin' Masterpost
҉҉҉ Chapter Seventeen ҉҉҉As soon as Sam had left, Castiel practically tackled Dean onto the closest bed, quickly pinning his hands above his head, and violently bringing their lips together.
“I…nearly….did this…before yo-…brother,” Castiel gasped out between needy, breathless kisses.
“Sammy’s…sucha…cockblock,” Dean replied.
Castiel tore his lips away from Dean’s and began to explore his neck, licking, sucking, and biting between tender kisses as he gently continued to keep Dean’s hands immobile above their heads.
Dean was definitely turned on. He’d never really gotten into the whole bondage thing. In his experience, being bound up did not make for happy times. Sure there’d been a couple of kinky women who had wanted to tie him up, but he’d always made sure they used the trick, silver-plated handcuffs he kept hidden away in the bottom of his bag…the ones that he could get out of in a moment’s notice, and he always French kissed them with a little salty holy water in his mouth first, better to cover the basics beforehand.
This was entirely different. Castiel wasn’t just some weak floozy he’d picked up at a local bar; Castiel was a powerful supernatural being who had fought his way through countless demons to drag Dean’s ass outta hell.
Dean was torn. Part of him wanted to submit, while another part clamored to explore Castiel as well.
Castiel sank lower, exploring Dean’s upper chest, laving the skin around Dean’s nipples with his tongue, intentionally ignoring the needy peaks. Dean struggled slightly against Castiel’s hold, wanting to guide Cas’ mouth.
“Stay still,” Castiel demanded, and damn if he didn’t have a lower, even sexier, demanding sex-god voice.
Dean tried, really he did, but then Castiel loosened his hold on Dean’s wrists with one hand and dragged it down slowly to play with one nipple as he gently worried the other with his teeth, and Dean thrashed enough that one wrist nearly slipped out of Castiel’s hand.
Castiel sat up, displeasure clear in his eyes as he considered him thoughtfully then released Dean’s hands.
“Sorry. Please. Sorry. Don’t stop,” Dean begged.
“I’m not,” Castiel stated calmly as he removed his tie. “Strip,” he ordered, causing Dean to nearly loose it right then and there.
Dean eagerly removed his clothes as quickly as possible without leaving the bed, then raised his hands above his head in a sign of compliance.
Castiel had removed the rest of his clothing as well; however he was holding his tie while looking above Dean’s head.
Dean wasn’t stupid. He knew what Castiel was thinking about trying. “Cas,” he said softly, catching his attention, continuing after their eyes met, “It’s okay. I trust you.”
Castiel’s look softened and he reached up to gently bind Dean’s wrists to the bedframe with his tie.
Dean lightly tugged at his bindings, not trying to get away but trying to show Castiel that it was enough. His body tingled with awareness as Castiel’s gaze slid down to look over every visible inch of skin.
Sliding back down, Castiel picked up where he’d left off, teasing Dean’s nipples, but now with his teeth and tongue while his hands explored Dean’s sides and abs.
Dean was doing everything he could to stay still and patient as Castiel mapped out his body. Castiel was taking his time, savoring every inch of Dean’s skin as he crept lower and lower.
As Castiel came closer to his painfully hard penis, his hands slowly slid down along the outside of Dean’s legs to hook under the back of his knees, pulling them up until so Dean’s legs bent. Dean didn’t know what Castiel was trying to accomplish with this but he’d committed to allowing Castiel this and he wasn’t about to let a little confusion stop him.
Castiel began tasting the skin near the juncture of Dean’s legs, as he slid his hands back up. Dean was so preoccupied by Castiel’s mouth that he didn’t notice when Castiel removed one of his hands from Dean’s body and deftly opened a bottle of lube. He most definitely did notice when Castiel sat back to lube up the fingers of one of his hands. “C-cas?”
“Trust me Dean.”
Dean nodded stiffly and watched warily as Castiel's lubed hand slid out of sight between his legs. The first tentative touch to his rim came as a shock even though he was expecting it, but Dean slowly felt the tension drain from his body as Castiel simply massaged his opening for several minutes. Dean fought back panic as Castiel’s first finger penetrated his ass. He did trust Cas. Really he did. And it wasn’t like there hadn’t been an adventurous woman or two who’d talked him into some anal play. But Castiel had no experience up until a couple of days ago. But when it came down to it…Dean trusted him. Plain and simple.
Castiel gave Dean’s body time to adjust to the intrusion, and Dean’s mind time to make a decision, before beginning to move his finger within Dean. As he fell into a steady thrusting rhythm, Castiel leaned down and licked a stripe from the base of Dean’s cock up to take the head into his mouth.
As Dean gasped at the pleasure, Castiel slid another finger inside him. Castiel skimmed his mouth down along Dean’s length, distracting him from the slight burning sensation in his ass. As soon as he felt Dean’s body relax around his fingers he slid his mouth off and began to tease him again with gentle kisses and nips on his upper thighs while he began to scissor Dean further open with his fingers.
Castiel twisted his fingers around inside Dean, surprised by how easy it was to find his prostate without any practical experience.
“Oh G-” Dean bit off his blasphemous outcry as Castiel nipped Dean’s thigh a little harder in reprimand. “Where the fuck did you learn this shit?”
“The internet,” Castiel said seriously as he unerringly hit Dean’s prostate a few more times before slipping inside a third finger.
“How’d you find this on the internet? I didn’t know you even knew how to turn on a compu-” Dean’s voice broke as Castiel deliberately rubbed his prostate roughly.
“Sam taught me.”
“Sam taught you how to look up an instruction manual for gay sex!”
Castiel tilted his head thoughtfully. “I doubt he knew that was my intention. I advised him that I wanted to research human interaction. He showed me how to use his laptop and I was able to find some very helpful educational videos on exploring homosexual intercourse for the first time while he took a shower.”
“Where was I?” Dean asked.
“Watching Dr. Sexy. I believe you were completely oblivious,” Castiel added smugly.
Before Dean could think of an appropriate reply Castiel removed his fingers and crawled back up Dean’s body to kiss him lightly.
Sensing Dean’s apprehension (Dean had obviously figured out what would be coming next), Castiel’s eyes searched Dean’s, needing to make sure he was okay with this.
“Just be sure to use a lot of lube,” Dean said glibly, hiding his anxiety.
Dean watched, eyes wide, as Castiel lubed up his penis. He didn’t care about the lack of a condom, not like either of them had anything and if they were going to do this he’d much rather have nothing else between them…but how in the hell was that supposed to fit inside him. With everything him and Castiel had been doing, he’d never really considered actual penetrating gay sex. He was surprised that Castiel had the foresight to do actual research.
Castiel quickly untied Dean’s hands and wrapped Dean’s legs around his back. After positioning himself at Dean’s entrance, Castiel took Dean’s penis in hand, giving it a languid stroke as he slid inside slowly until he was fully sheathed inside Dean’s body.
It hurt. Of course it hurt. But Dean had a feeling that it could have hurt a helluva lot worse and after a moment or two the discomfort was negligible. Dean carded his hands through Castiel’s hair and pulled him down so he could easily reach his lips.
Together they started up a gentle rhythm, a little awkward at first, but soon they were lost in pleasure, forcefully bringing their bodies together, lost in eachothers’ eyes.
Dean came first with a shout, his internal muscles clenching around Castiel as he spurted across their chests. Castiel thrust twice more before emptying himself inside Dean. Completely spent, he slid out of Dean’s body before collapsing on top of him.
“That was -” Castiel stopped, unsure how to describe what he was feeling.
“Yeah, I know,” Dean nuzzled against Castiel’s throat before nodding off.
AN: Sorry for the long wait. Hope everyone's liking it.
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