Barrow Gang Chapter six
A/N: This isn't nearly as long as I wanted it to be, but to make up for it there's porn, hopefully well-written porn. Sorry for taking so long to update, hope you all don't hate me. I'm suffering from writers block or whatever apparently, pluse I'm not sure I like this chapter, but the only way to get past a block is to keep writing, so if anyone has a prompt and you like my writing and don't find it too bad, leave it for me and maybe I'll become inspired or something.
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After he got the family secured in the basement and the Impala hid away in the garage, Dean made his way up the stairs, leaving Sam sprawled out on the sofa with a beer in hand and something about animals playing on the TV - because even with a rap sheet as long as the I-70 his little brother was still a nerd.
He found the bedroom empty, save for the large canopy bed that took up most of the space, an armoire along with a sofa and lounge set took up the rest, but, Dean frowned, where the fuck was Cas?
That little voice in the back of his head whispered that Cas was gone, that his little angel had left him the first chance he got, and why wouldn’t he when Dean had….the sound of splashing coming from the attached bathroom stop that thought in it’s track.
Cas hadn’t left - at least not yet, the little voice taunted before Dean smothered it out with the thought that Cas would never leave him, because Dean would never allow him to.
Following the sound of splashing water Dean found Cas in the bathtub, water lapping at the naked skin of his chest and suds clinging to his arms.
“Hey there gorgeous,” Dean said. At the sound of his voice Cas jerked violently, raising wide eyes to meet Dean’s, fear and something close to disgust lurked in their depths, only for a half-of-a-second, but long enough for Dean to see.
Anger and lust dueled inside him at the sight. Lust because the thought of Castiel scared of him made his cock swell with the knowledge that it wouldn’t matter in the end, Cas would still allow himself to be shoved to his knees and made to suck Dean, he would allow himself to be fucked despite his fear.
But he was angry because he thought Cas was different, he thought Cas understood him better….then again maybe his angel did. Maybe he understood Dean enough to understand that just because Dean liked him didn’t mean Dean wouldn’t kill him.
“Hello Dean,” Cas said in greeting, no sign of his early emotions showing on his face.
Frowning he made his way to Cas, not stopping until his thighs were pressing against the side of the tub. He reached out and cups his hand around Castiel’s neck before dragging his palm upward, winding his fingers in the short strands of Castiel’s hair, and pulling until Cas’ neck was arched at a sharp angle.
“Do you hate me gorgeous?”
“No. Why would I -
“I took you from you’re home, your family, that pretty little blond in the picture you carry in your wallet.” He wounded his other hand around the column of Cas’ throat, applying light pressure until the skin around his hold turned red. “Who is she?”
“She was my fiancée.”
Dean could feel the muscles in Cas’ throat working beneath his hand, his breathing was coming out uneven, and his eyes were dark with desire. He shivered as Dean moved his thumb until it was pushing in the dip of Cas’ throat.
“You were going to marry her?” Dean didn’t think he liked that, the fact that Cas had been ready to commit himself to someone other than Dean….belong to someone other than Dean, no matter the fact that Cas hadn’t even known Dean existed at the time of his engagement. “When?”
“We were set to marry next Friday.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Dean said running his thumb upward until it was resting on Cas’ lips. “, Seeing as how you’re practically gagging for a taste of my cock.” Dean applied pressure until Cas opened his lips and allowed Dean’s thumb inside the warm cavern of his mouth. His tongue took little cat licks at the tip and Dean gasped as he watched Castiel’s lips pout around the appendage.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the tub, Dean settled himself into the water, boots, clothes and all, and over Cas’ lap. He pulled the 9.mm glock he had stuffed in the waistband of his jeans and placed it at Castiel’s temple, switching off the safety.
“Do I disgust you gorgeous?” Dean asked in a whisper, leaning forward until his lips brushed the curve of Cas’ cheek.
“No,”
“Are you afraid of me?”
Cas pulled back to meet Dean’s eyes with surprise showing in his own.
“No. Of course not.”
“Really?” Dean said. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true.”
“You know what I think? I think you’re afraid that I’ll tire of you once I’ve fucked you and that I’ll kill you then.”
“Sam sure thinks you will.”
Dean wondered when Sam had talked to Cas and why he would say that….if he said it at all. Then again Dean doubted Cas would lie to him, it was stupid but true; Dean trusted Cas, trusted him enough to have kept him alive when he could run away at anytime and clearly identify them.
“And you?”
“I think there’s no point in fearing you. If you want me dead, then I’m just as good as dead. So why waste time fearing you.” Cas said, ignoring the gun and closing the small amount of distance to place his lips on Deans.
“For most people that would be a reason to be afraid.”
“Well, I’m not most people.”
“No.” Dean said. “You’re certainly not.”
“Besides, I’m too busy gagging for cock to be afraid, as you so eloquently put it.”
Dean groaned before leaning in and placing a kiss on Cas’ mouth. It was harsh, all dry mouths and little tongue, bruising and forceful - something that stemmed from anger just as much as lust.
“Then here,” Dean said breaking their mouths and raising himself to press his cloth covered erection against Castiel’s parted lips. “Take it.”
“Yes!” Cas said, reaching out with eager hands to unbutton and unzip Dean’s jeans, his fingers were unsteady with shivers of lust and from the quickly cooling water.
Dean has the gun pressed against the side of Cas’ head with the barrel of the gun digging painfully into his cheek, he had watched Dean switch off the safety and knew this could go bad really fast, but the though does nothing to quell his erection. With a low groan that vibrates in the cavern in his chest, he reaches inside the confines of Dean’s pants, slipping inside his boxers and doing his best to push the wet clothing out of the way so that he could get a hand on Dean’s dick. It’s a struggle, the denim of the jeans and the cotton of the briefs sticking to Dean’s thighs. It’s uncoordinated and awkward and no where near sexy but after a moment Cas achieves his goal and Dean’s hard, leaking dick is hanging in his face.
He’s huge! For bigger than Cas had been expecting and he wasn’t so sure that he’d be able to fit it into his mouth, but he sure as hell was going to try. Wetting his lips in anticipation he leaned forward and took a lick at the head of Dean’s cock, the musty taste of pre-come bursting on his tongue.
“Fuck baby,” Dean said, his voice deep with what Cas recognized as barely contained lust. The hand not holding the gun grip Cas’ shoulder tightly as Cas began run his tongue down the hard length with no plan in mind and no previous experience leading him. He follows instinct, thinking about what he had liked when Amanda had gone down on him those few, rare times. Using the tip of his tongue he licked up the underside of Dean’s dick, his own twitching violently as a lenity of filth fell from Dean’s lips - Cas wasn’t sure that Dean even knew what the was saying, not that it mattered at the moment, nothing mattered at the moment.
“Come on baby, get my dick in your mouth already.” Dean said on a gasp as Cas began to fondle his balls and he continued to tongue his cock. And as much as he was enjoying the little cat licks Cas was placing on him, he wanted to be inside the wet cavern of Cas’ mouth already.
Releasing his hold on Cas’ shoulder, Dean gripped a clump of hair on the back of Cas’ head, forcing his angel to tilt his head back. Letting the gun fall into the water and not carrying about the fact that doing so could have set it off, Dean took himself in hand and ran the tip of his dick against Cas’ lips, painting the red flesh with his slick.
“Open your mouth Cas.” Dean ordered, and Cas being the good-boy he was did as he was told. “Watch your teeth.” Dean said on a whisper as he pushed his dick inside of Cas’ mouth, “Fuck yeah.” He immediately groaned out at the sensation of finally having his dick inside Cas.
He wanted more than anything to press forward until his dick was hitting the back of Cas’ throat. Wanted to feel his blue-eyed toy gagging on his cock. So he did just that, giving no mind to the fact that this was Cas’ first time sucking cock.
Cas choked around his length, saliva making his chin glisten beneath the low lighting. Dean’s body shook with pleasure at the feeling of Cas’ throat working around his length, clenching and releasing in an attempt to force him out.
Dean stared into the blue depths of Cas’ open eyes, watching as they began to water, seeing the red flush overtake the pale of Cas’ cheeks. Cas didn’t push at him, didn’t struggle and fight, even though Dean knew that by now his dick that far in Cas’ throat for so long had to have moved from uncomfortable, to I’m-going-to-fucking-die.
Dean smiled, pleased, and pulled back, taking his wet dick in hand and stroking himself and he gave Cas time to recover. The flush of his cheeks had spread down his neck and across his shoulders to the expanse of his chest, his lips were red and swallow from being stretched around Dean’s dick and as he gasped for breath strings of what could have been either saliva or pre-come stretched between his parted lips. Just the sight of him had Dean ready to come and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Want some more?” Dean asked, toying with the head on his cock with his thumb.
Cas nodded and opened his mouth wider.
“Guh,” Dean said incoherently. “You’re so perfect. So fucking,” He slid back into the warm, wet of Cas’ mouth, using short thrust to work himself deeper and deeper. “I’m gonna come. Barely go my dick wet and ‘bout to come.”
Cas hummed and ran his tongue up the underside of Dean’s dick, and Dean was done, he was gone, flying. He raised himself up onto the balls of his feet and pushed his dick into the back of Cas’ mouth, shuddering and groaning as Cas gagged around him and his orgasm blazed through him.
“Aw fuck!” Dean shouted as his balls drew tight and come spurted out his cock. “Swallow. Swallow it baby,”
He could feel come dripping out of Cas’ mouth and down his length but also could feel Cas to swallow as much as he was able. The fingers of one of Cas’ hands were digging into the plush flesh of his ass, the other had disappeared beneath the water and by the movement of his arm it wasn’t hard to figure out what it was doing.
Dean pulled his cock from Cas’ mouth, listening to the moans and Dean’s that fell from it in replacement. Dean cupped a hand around his stubble ridden jaw and ran a thumb over his lips as Cas panted, getting closer and closer….
“Come on Cas. Come for me.”
And Cas did, shaking and cursing, his eyes wide and mouth gapped open, face flushed red as he came in the water. It was the most erotic thing Dean had ever witnessed.
Kneeling with his knees on either side of Cas’ body, Dean took his mouth in a light kiss.
“You okay baby?” Dean asked, mouth only inches from Cas’.
Cas nodded.
“You up for round two?”
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Cas groaned, biting and scratching at the pillow under his head as he arched his ass. Dean was groaning and saliva was running down the crack of Cas’ ass, wetting his balls and along his dick as Dean’s tongue worked him. In and out. Lick. Suck. A naughty, filthy rhythm that had Cas close to sobbing from the pleasure.
No one had ever touched him there before. Amanda would have though him a freak if he had even suggested she put a finger in him let alone…..
“Guh Dean,”
“Mmm,” Dean pulled back to nip at the small of Cas’ back. “You taste so good. So fucking good. All hot and tight on my tongue, I can’t wait to get my dick in you.” He pressed two fingers against each other and pushed them inside Cas’, spitting on his hole to slick the way.
“Ah…oh, oh,….” Cas gasped, pushing his ass out, working his hips.
“That’s it Cas, worked that ass, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“Yes, unh,”
Dean pressed against Cas’ prostate and had to hold hi baby down as he began to buck widely.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Fuck Dean,” Cas turned his head sideways, sucking in a breath of air. “Please,”
“Please what Cas?”
“I want - I want,”
“What, huh? What you want?” Dean asked, twisting and scissoring his fingers.
“You. I want you - inside me.”
“It’ll hurt if I take you now.”
“I can take it.” Cas said, desperate to have Dean inside him.
“Yeah? You think so?”
“Yes. Fuck me Dean.”
Dean groaned, placed a kiss in the small of Cas’ back before pulling his finger from Cas and reaching for the bottle of lotion on the nightstand. Lotion wasn’t ass good as lube, but slick was slick and it was better than nothing at all, so he poured a healthy amount into his palm and got himself wet. Tossing the bottle aside he lined himself up with Cas.
“Raise up a little,” Dean said, grabbing a pillow and placing it under Cas when he did as he was told.
Dean pushed against Cas’ hole, the muscle giving away easily and sucking in Dean’s cock head. He pressed down against Cas’ shoulder, his other hand holding tightly to Cas flank as he eased himself inside gently. He might be a murdering bastard but he wasn’t into rape, well not usually, and the more that Cas enjoyed this, the more Cas would want him, and Dean was all for Cas wanting him.
Dean gave Cas the allotted time to adjust to his length before proceeding to fuck him. Thrusting hard and face, pounding away at Cas’ ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. Cas screamed and moaned “Dean. Harder. More.”. Dean groaned and praised and cursed, “fuck baby you look so good on my dick. Such a slut. Cock whore.”
It was a harsh mating, Dean mounted on Cas like he was a bitch in heat and Cas taking everything and anything that Dean gave him. He didn’t protest as Dean curled a hand around his throat, squeezing ever so slightly.
“Guh, you’re so good….so….so tight and perfect.” Dean said, thrusting so hard that he knew Cas would have trouble sitting and that though caused his dick to twitch. Fuck he wasn’t going to last long. “I wish you could see it,” Dean said, “the way your ass jiggles when I fuck you.”
“Dean I’m going to,” Cas began, he had been riding the edge for the better part of half-an-hour and the feeling of Dean inside him, his cock brushing Cas’ prostate on every other was too much for him to hang on.
“What? You gonna come Cas?” Dean reached around with the hand not on Cas’ throat to take a hold of Cas’ dick, not stroking but just holding it so that he could feel when Cas came. “Is your pretty little dick going to come for me?”
And Cas was gone with a cut off shout, spilling himself onto the green-sheets.
Dean kept thrusting, tightening his hold on Cas’ throat and he fucked Cas through is orgasm and chased his own.
“Cas….Cas….Cas….”Dean chanted as his dick became impossible harder and his balls drew up against his body. “Fuck!”
Minutes passed with harsh breathing and bodies quivering, a purple bruise in the shape of a hand was beginning to bloom against the column of Cas’ throat.
Pulling out and flopping to his side, Dean pulled Cas against him, kissing the bruise of ownership he had left on Cas.
“You okay baby,”
“Fine,” Cas’ crooked, voice cracking from abuse.
“Good.”
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After he got the family secured in the basement and the Impala hid away in the garage, Dean made his way up the stairs, leaving Sam sprawled out on the sofa with a beer in hand and something about animals playing on the TV - because even with a rap sheet as long as the I-70 his little brother was still a nerd.
He found the bedroom empty, save for the large canopy bed that took up most of the space, an armoire along with a sofa and lounge set took up the rest, but, Dean frowned, where the fuck was Cas?
That little voice in the back of his head whispered that Cas was gone, that his little angel had left him the first chance he got, and why wouldn’t he when Dean had….the sound of splashing coming from the attached bathroom stop that thought in it’s track.
Cas hadn’t left - at least not yet, the little voice taunted before Dean smothered it out with the thought that Cas would never leave him, because Dean would never allow him to.
Following the sound of splashing water Dean found Cas in the bathtub, water lapping at the naked skin of his chest and suds clinging to his arms.
“Hey there gorgeous,” Dean said. At the sound of his voice Cas jerked violently, raising wide eyes to meet Dean’s, fear and something close to disgust lurked in their depths, only for a half-of-a-second, but long enough for Dean to see.
Anger and lust dueled inside him at the sight. Lust because the thought of Castiel scared of him made his cock swell with the knowledge that it wouldn’t matter in the end, Cas would still allow himself to be shoved to his knees and made to suck Dean, he would allow himself to be fucked despite his fear.
But he was angry because he thought Cas was different, he thought Cas understood him better….then again maybe his angel did. Maybe he understood Dean enough to understand that just because Dean liked him didn’t mean Dean wouldn’t kill him.
“Hello Dean,” Cas said in greeting, no sign of his early emotions showing on his face.
Frowning he made his way to Cas, not stopping until his thighs were pressing against the side of the tub. He reached out and cups his hand around Castiel’s neck before dragging his palm upward, winding his fingers in the short strands of Castiel’s hair, and pulling until Cas’ neck was arched at a sharp angle.
“Do you hate me gorgeous?”
“No. Why would I -
“I took you from you’re home, your family, that pretty little blond in the picture you carry in your wallet.” He wounded his other hand around the column of Cas’ throat, applying light pressure until the skin around his hold turned red. “Who is she?”
“She was my fiancée.”
Dean could feel the muscles in Cas’ throat working beneath his hand, his breathing was coming out uneven, and his eyes were dark with desire. He shivered as Dean moved his thumb until it was pushing in the dip of Cas’ throat.
“You were going to marry her?” Dean didn’t think he liked that, the fact that Cas had been ready to commit himself to someone other than Dean….belong to someone other than Dean, no matter the fact that Cas hadn’t even known Dean existed at the time of his engagement. “When?”
“We were set to marry next Friday.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Dean said running his thumb upward until it was resting on Cas’ lips. “, Seeing as how you’re practically gagging for a taste of my cock.” Dean applied pressure until Cas opened his lips and allowed Dean’s thumb inside the warm cavern of his mouth. His tongue took little cat licks at the tip and Dean gasped as he watched Castiel’s lips pout around the appendage.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the tub, Dean settled himself into the water, boots, clothes and all, and over Cas’ lap. He pulled the 9.mm glock he had stuffed in the waistband of his jeans and placed it at Castiel’s temple, switching off the safety.
“Do I disgust you gorgeous?” Dean asked in a whisper, leaning forward until his lips brushed the curve of Cas’ cheek.
“No,”
“Are you afraid of me?”
Cas pulled back to meet Dean’s eyes with surprise showing in his own.
“No. Of course not.”
“Really?” Dean said. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true.”
“You know what I think? I think you’re afraid that I’ll tire of you once I’ve fucked you and that I’ll kill you then.”
“Sam sure thinks you will.”
Dean wondered when Sam had talked to Cas and why he would say that….if he said it at all. Then again Dean doubted Cas would lie to him, it was stupid but true; Dean trusted Cas, trusted him enough to have kept him alive when he could run away at anytime and clearly identify them.
“And you?”
“I think there’s no point in fearing you. If you want me dead, then I’m just as good as dead. So why waste time fearing you.” Cas said, ignoring the gun and closing the small amount of distance to place his lips on Deans.
“For most people that would be a reason to be afraid.”
“Well, I’m not most people.”
“No.” Dean said. “You’re certainly not.”
“Besides, I’m too busy gagging for cock to be afraid, as you so eloquently put it.”
Dean groaned before leaning in and placing a kiss on Cas’ mouth. It was harsh, all dry mouths and little tongue, bruising and forceful - something that stemmed from anger just as much as lust.
“Then here,” Dean said breaking their mouths and raising himself to press his cloth covered erection against Castiel’s parted lips. “Take it.”
“Yes!” Cas said, reaching out with eager hands to unbutton and unzip Dean’s jeans, his fingers were unsteady with shivers of lust and from the quickly cooling water.
Dean has the gun pressed against the side of Cas’ head with the barrel of the gun digging painfully into his cheek, he had watched Dean switch off the safety and knew this could go bad really fast, but the though does nothing to quell his erection. With a low groan that vibrates in the cavern in his chest, he reaches inside the confines of Dean’s pants, slipping inside his boxers and doing his best to push the wet clothing out of the way so that he could get a hand on Dean’s dick. It’s a struggle, the denim of the jeans and the cotton of the briefs sticking to Dean’s thighs. It’s uncoordinated and awkward and no where near sexy but after a moment Cas achieves his goal and Dean’s hard, leaking dick is hanging in his face.
He’s huge! For bigger than Cas had been expecting and he wasn’t so sure that he’d be able to fit it into his mouth, but he sure as hell was going to try. Wetting his lips in anticipation he leaned forward and took a lick at the head of Dean’s cock, the musty taste of pre-come bursting on his tongue.
“Fuck baby,” Dean said, his voice deep with what Cas recognized as barely contained lust. The hand not holding the gun grip Cas’ shoulder tightly as Cas began run his tongue down the hard length with no plan in mind and no previous experience leading him. He follows instinct, thinking about what he had liked when Amanda had gone down on him those few, rare times. Using the tip of his tongue he licked up the underside of Dean’s dick, his own twitching violently as a lenity of filth fell from Dean’s lips - Cas wasn’t sure that Dean even knew what the was saying, not that it mattered at the moment, nothing mattered at the moment.
“Come on baby, get my dick in your mouth already.” Dean said on a gasp as Cas began to fondle his balls and he continued to tongue his cock. And as much as he was enjoying the little cat licks Cas was placing on him, he wanted to be inside the wet cavern of Cas’ mouth already.
Releasing his hold on Cas’ shoulder, Dean gripped a clump of hair on the back of Cas’ head, forcing his angel to tilt his head back. Letting the gun fall into the water and not carrying about the fact that doing so could have set it off, Dean took himself in hand and ran the tip of his dick against Cas’ lips, painting the red flesh with his slick.
“Open your mouth Cas.” Dean ordered, and Cas being the good-boy he was did as he was told. “Watch your teeth.” Dean said on a whisper as he pushed his dick inside of Cas’ mouth, “Fuck yeah.” He immediately groaned out at the sensation of finally having his dick inside Cas.
He wanted more than anything to press forward until his dick was hitting the back of Cas’ throat. Wanted to feel his blue-eyed toy gagging on his cock. So he did just that, giving no mind to the fact that this was Cas’ first time sucking cock.
Cas choked around his length, saliva making his chin glisten beneath the low lighting. Dean’s body shook with pleasure at the feeling of Cas’ throat working around his length, clenching and releasing in an attempt to force him out.
Dean stared into the blue depths of Cas’ open eyes, watching as they began to water, seeing the red flush overtake the pale of Cas’ cheeks. Cas didn’t push at him, didn’t struggle and fight, even though Dean knew that by now his dick that far in Cas’ throat for so long had to have moved from uncomfortable, to I’m-going-to-fucking-die.
Dean smiled, pleased, and pulled back, taking his wet dick in hand and stroking himself and he gave Cas time to recover. The flush of his cheeks had spread down his neck and across his shoulders to the expanse of his chest, his lips were red and swallow from being stretched around Dean’s dick and as he gasped for breath strings of what could have been either saliva or pre-come stretched between his parted lips. Just the sight of him had Dean ready to come and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Want some more?” Dean asked, toying with the head on his cock with his thumb.
Cas nodded and opened his mouth wider.
“Guh,” Dean said incoherently. “You’re so perfect. So fucking,” He slid back into the warm, wet of Cas’ mouth, using short thrust to work himself deeper and deeper. “I’m gonna come. Barely go my dick wet and ‘bout to come.”
Cas hummed and ran his tongue up the underside of Dean’s dick, and Dean was done, he was gone, flying. He raised himself up onto the balls of his feet and pushed his dick into the back of Cas’ mouth, shuddering and groaning as Cas gagged around him and his orgasm blazed through him.
“Aw fuck!” Dean shouted as his balls drew tight and come spurted out his cock. “Swallow. Swallow it baby,”
He could feel come dripping out of Cas’ mouth and down his length but also could feel Cas to swallow as much as he was able. The fingers of one of Cas’ hands were digging into the plush flesh of his ass, the other had disappeared beneath the water and by the movement of his arm it wasn’t hard to figure out what it was doing.
Dean pulled his cock from Cas’ mouth, listening to the moans and Dean’s that fell from it in replacement. Dean cupped a hand around his stubble ridden jaw and ran a thumb over his lips as Cas panted, getting closer and closer….
“Come on Cas. Come for me.”
And Cas did, shaking and cursing, his eyes wide and mouth gapped open, face flushed red as he came in the water. It was the most erotic thing Dean had ever witnessed.
Kneeling with his knees on either side of Cas’ body, Dean took his mouth in a light kiss.
“You okay baby?” Dean asked, mouth only inches from Cas’.
Cas nodded.
“You up for round two?”
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Cas groaned, biting and scratching at the pillow under his head as he arched his ass. Dean was groaning and saliva was running down the crack of Cas’ ass, wetting his balls and along his dick as Dean’s tongue worked him. In and out. Lick. Suck. A naughty, filthy rhythm that had Cas close to sobbing from the pleasure.
No one had ever touched him there before. Amanda would have though him a freak if he had even suggested she put a finger in him let alone…..
“Guh Dean,”
“Mmm,” Dean pulled back to nip at the small of Cas’ back. “You taste so good. So fucking good. All hot and tight on my tongue, I can’t wait to get my dick in you.” He pressed two fingers against each other and pushed them inside Cas’, spitting on his hole to slick the way.
“Ah…oh, oh,….” Cas gasped, pushing his ass out, working his hips.
“That’s it Cas, worked that ass, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“Yes, unh,”
Dean pressed against Cas’ prostate and had to hold hi baby down as he began to buck widely.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Fuck Dean,” Cas turned his head sideways, sucking in a breath of air. “Please,”
“Please what Cas?”
“I want - I want,”
“What, huh? What you want?” Dean asked, twisting and scissoring his fingers.
“You. I want you - inside me.”
“It’ll hurt if I take you now.”
“I can take it.” Cas said, desperate to have Dean inside him.
“Yeah? You think so?”
“Yes. Fuck me Dean.”
Dean groaned, placed a kiss in the small of Cas’ back before pulling his finger from Cas and reaching for the bottle of lotion on the nightstand. Lotion wasn’t ass good as lube, but slick was slick and it was better than nothing at all, so he poured a healthy amount into his palm and got himself wet. Tossing the bottle aside he lined himself up with Cas.
“Raise up a little,” Dean said, grabbing a pillow and placing it under Cas when he did as he was told.
Dean pushed against Cas’ hole, the muscle giving away easily and sucking in Dean’s cock head. He pressed down against Cas’ shoulder, his other hand holding tightly to Cas flank as he eased himself inside gently. He might be a murdering bastard but he wasn’t into rape, well not usually, and the more that Cas enjoyed this, the more Cas would want him, and Dean was all for Cas wanting him.
Dean gave Cas the allotted time to adjust to his length before proceeding to fuck him. Thrusting hard and face, pounding away at Cas’ ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. Cas screamed and moaned “Dean. Harder. More.”. Dean groaned and praised and cursed, “fuck baby you look so good on my dick. Such a slut. Cock whore.”
It was a harsh mating, Dean mounted on Cas like he was a bitch in heat and Cas taking everything and anything that Dean gave him. He didn’t protest as Dean curled a hand around his throat, squeezing ever so slightly.
“Guh, you’re so good….so….so tight and perfect.” Dean said, thrusting so hard that he knew Cas would have trouble sitting and that though caused his dick to twitch. Fuck he wasn’t going to last long. “I wish you could see it,” Dean said, “the way your ass jiggles when I fuck you.”
“Dean I’m going to,” Cas began, he had been riding the edge for the better part of half-an-hour and the feeling of Dean inside him, his cock brushing Cas’ prostate on every other was too much for him to hang on.
“What? You gonna come Cas?” Dean reached around with the hand not on Cas’ throat to take a hold of Cas’ dick, not stroking but just holding it so that he could feel when Cas came. “Is your pretty little dick going to come for me?”
And Cas was gone with a cut off shout, spilling himself onto the green-sheets.
Dean kept thrusting, tightening his hold on Cas’ throat and he fucked Cas through is orgasm and chased his own.
“Cas….Cas….Cas….”Dean chanted as his dick became impossible harder and his balls drew up against his body. “Fuck!”
Minutes passed with harsh breathing and bodies quivering, a purple bruise in the shape of a hand was beginning to bloom against the column of Cas’ throat.
Pulling out and flopping to his side, Dean pulled Cas against him, kissing the bruise of ownership he had left on Cas.
“You okay baby,”
“Fine,” Cas’ crooked, voice cracking from abuse.
“Good.”