Dean/Cas porn - because I suck at titles
It’s raining and there are a thousand better places to be doing this, places that were warm and dry and had mattresses, but Dean thinks this is kind of poetic in its rightness. He scratches at the smooth paint of the Impala, searching for purchase but there’s nothing to anchor him against the hard thrust of Castiel’s cock impaling him.
While his angel wasn’t hurting him, he sure as hell wasn’t beginning gentle with Dean, his grip hard and unforgiving on Dean’s hips, his teeth biting into the skin of the back of Dean’s neck.
“Cas, please,” Dean pleaded, for more, for less, for things he’s unsure of. His cock is so hard it’s beginning to hurt, trapped as it was between the warm, soft skin of his belly and the hard surface on the Impala’s hood.
The car is wet with rain and pre-come and Dean slides a little every time Cas bottoms out in his ass, his balls flush against Dean before he pulls out until on the head remains inside and proceeding to do it all over again. His pace is hard but slow and is driving Dean slowly out of his mind.
“Cas,”
“Shush Dean,” Cas said, and if the sound of his voice usually has Dean ready to go, the sound of it midst sex nearly pushes Dean over the edge.
“Cas,” Dean tried again, his own little form of rebellion. He knows the slap is coming before it even hits, but that doesn’t stop it from stinging the skin of his ass and causing Dean to gasp around a choked of moan.
“I said to be quiet.” Cas said, voice low and dark with his mouth next to Dean’s ear so that when he speaks his tongue licks the skin of his lobe.
“And if I don’t?” Dean challenges.
The angel growls and forces Dean down onto the hood, belly to wet, cool metal. The angel drew his dick from Dean’s ass, leaving the head just inside his puckered hole, the red-puffy flesh squeezing in an attempt to draw him back inside.
“What was that Dean?” Cas asked, running the tip of one finger down the crack of Dean’s ass to circle at his entrance, pushing the finger inside along his cock.
“I-”
“You know better than to try to command me Dean.”
And fuck, Dean hadn’t known that sex with Cas would be like this. Oh don’t get him wrong, Dean had been pretty damn sure that when he got Cas out of that trench coat and oversize suit that his angel would be good between the sheets, but he hadn’t excepted Cas to be like this, all forceful and demanding and to be completely honest Dean had never though he’d be the one catching, but fuck he enjoyed having Cas’ dick in him.
“Come on Cas, just fuck me already.”
Cas withdrew his finger and placed a well aimed hit on Dean’s ass, Dean’s dick jerked and spurted out pre-come as Cas’ proceeded to literally beat his ass, the blows jostling Dean against the car, the pressure of his weight on his dick bordering on painful.
“Cas, please baby.”
“Just say it Dean. Say it and I’ll gladly fuck you.”
A cursing angel? The hottest thing ever.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean,”
“But you did.”
“I shouldn’t have.” Dean said, nearly sobbing with the need to have Cas inside him again.
“And why not?”
“Because you know best and only bad boys question their masters.”
“And you don’t want to be bad, do you Dean?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because bad-boys don’t get cock.”
“Mmm, and you love cock, don’t you baby.”
“Yes.” Dean said, feeling his face heat with embarrassment.
Cas groaned. “Slut.” placing a hand in the center of Dean’s back, he snapped his hips forward, driving his dick deep and hard inside Dean - his thrust brutalizing Dean’s prostrate
Dean screamed and cursed and tried valiantly to hang on as Cas began to fuck the shit out of him. Dean knew that he wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for about.
“Cas,”
“Fuck,” Cas bit out, lowering his body over Dean’s so that he could bite at Dean’s shoulder. “Take it. Take me.”
“Yes. Come on Cas, fuck me, make me feel you for weeks baby.”
Abruptly Dean found himself on his back looking up at the night sky with raindrops falling in his face, Cas’ dick still inside him and his legs hanging in the crook of Cas’ arms.
Angel mojo = sex toy.
Cas curled a hand around Dean’s leaking dick and began to stoke him.
“Fuck!” Dean bellowed, his body unable to decide whether it should push back into the thrusting dick or the hand working his cock. “I’m….fuck…” Dean’s cock twitch and in the next moment he was coming all over his stomach and Cas’ hand as the angel stilled and painted the walls of Dean’s ass with his seed.
Cas held himself up with his arms planted on either side of Dean’s shoulders, his mouth agape as he shook with pleasure.
Dean raised a hand, traced Cas’ mouth with his thumb, before placing a kiss on his plush mouth.
“Happy anniversary baby.” Dean said a little hoarsely, he was ever-so grateful that they were in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere with no one around for miles to have heard him screaming like a two-bit whore.
“Happy anniversary Dean.”
While his angel wasn’t hurting him, he sure as hell wasn’t beginning gentle with Dean, his grip hard and unforgiving on Dean’s hips, his teeth biting into the skin of the back of Dean’s neck.
“Cas, please,” Dean pleaded, for more, for less, for things he’s unsure of. His cock is so hard it’s beginning to hurt, trapped as it was between the warm, soft skin of his belly and the hard surface on the Impala’s hood.
The car is wet with rain and pre-come and Dean slides a little every time Cas bottoms out in his ass, his balls flush against Dean before he pulls out until on the head remains inside and proceeding to do it all over again. His pace is hard but slow and is driving Dean slowly out of his mind.
“Cas,”
“Shush Dean,” Cas said, and if the sound of his voice usually has Dean ready to go, the sound of it midst sex nearly pushes Dean over the edge.
“Cas,” Dean tried again, his own little form of rebellion. He knows the slap is coming before it even hits, but that doesn’t stop it from stinging the skin of his ass and causing Dean to gasp around a choked of moan.
“I said to be quiet.” Cas said, voice low and dark with his mouth next to Dean’s ear so that when he speaks his tongue licks the skin of his lobe.
“And if I don’t?” Dean challenges.
The angel growls and forces Dean down onto the hood, belly to wet, cool metal. The angel drew his dick from Dean’s ass, leaving the head just inside his puckered hole, the red-puffy flesh squeezing in an attempt to draw him back inside.
“What was that Dean?” Cas asked, running the tip of one finger down the crack of Dean’s ass to circle at his entrance, pushing the finger inside along his cock.
“I-”
“You know better than to try to command me Dean.”
And fuck, Dean hadn’t known that sex with Cas would be like this. Oh don’t get him wrong, Dean had been pretty damn sure that when he got Cas out of that trench coat and oversize suit that his angel would be good between the sheets, but he hadn’t excepted Cas to be like this, all forceful and demanding and to be completely honest Dean had never though he’d be the one catching, but fuck he enjoyed having Cas’ dick in him.
“Come on Cas, just fuck me already.”
Cas withdrew his finger and placed a well aimed hit on Dean’s ass, Dean’s dick jerked and spurted out pre-come as Cas’ proceeded to literally beat his ass, the blows jostling Dean against the car, the pressure of his weight on his dick bordering on painful.
“Cas, please baby.”
“Just say it Dean. Say it and I’ll gladly fuck you.”
A cursing angel? The hottest thing ever.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean,”
“But you did.”
“I shouldn’t have.” Dean said, nearly sobbing with the need to have Cas inside him again.
“And why not?”
“Because you know best and only bad boys question their masters.”
“And you don’t want to be bad, do you Dean?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because bad-boys don’t get cock.”
“Mmm, and you love cock, don’t you baby.”
“Yes.” Dean said, feeling his face heat with embarrassment.
Cas groaned. “Slut.” placing a hand in the center of Dean’s back, he snapped his hips forward, driving his dick deep and hard inside Dean - his thrust brutalizing Dean’s prostrate
Dean screamed and cursed and tried valiantly to hang on as Cas began to fuck the shit out of him. Dean knew that he wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for about.
“Cas,”
“Fuck,” Cas bit out, lowering his body over Dean’s so that he could bite at Dean’s shoulder. “Take it. Take me.”
“Yes. Come on Cas, fuck me, make me feel you for weeks baby.”
Abruptly Dean found himself on his back looking up at the night sky with raindrops falling in his face, Cas’ dick still inside him and his legs hanging in the crook of Cas’ arms.
Angel mojo = sex toy.
Cas curled a hand around Dean’s leaking dick and began to stoke him.
“Fuck!” Dean bellowed, his body unable to decide whether it should push back into the thrusting dick or the hand working his cock. “I’m….fuck…” Dean’s cock twitch and in the next moment he was coming all over his stomach and Cas’ hand as the angel stilled and painted the walls of Dean’s ass with his seed.
Cas held himself up with his arms planted on either side of Dean’s shoulders, his mouth agape as he shook with pleasure.
Dean raised a hand, traced Cas’ mouth with his thumb, before placing a kiss on his plush mouth.
“Happy anniversary baby.” Dean said a little hoarsely, he was ever-so grateful that they were in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere with no one around for miles to have heard him screaming like a two-bit whore.
“Happy anniversary Dean.”