...And Swallow The Stars
Summary: Sam and Cas have sex and it's very intense and Sam cries.
Spoilers/setting: you're fine if you know who Cas is.
Warnings: porn porn porn porn porn porn porn porn the end. I don't even know. Seriously, I don't. I would recommend not reading this if that's not okay with you. :P
Rating: NC-17.
Wordcount: 967
Disclaimer: not my beautiful boys. Not even at all.
I've stopped even being embarrassed to post porn. WTF happened to me?
There are sheets tangled up around them but right now it feels a little more like water. Like they’re doing this in the ocean, warm waves over and under and around them.
Cas is sweating. Sam hadn’t even known the angel could sweat, but then, Cas is possibly more human than angel these days.
Of course, it’s not all on Cas. He’s sweating too. He’s sweating and drowning and he couldn’t be more happy.
Cas gives a cry when Sam finally works himself inside him, ass carefully softened and open and ready, and Sam grins, giddy from the idea that he can make an angel of the Lord, can make Castiel, cry out like that. Like he’s broken.
Cas moans as Sam slides in further. Sam himself is gasping, going agonizingly slowly just to feel the burn of Cas’ ass against his length, just to draw it out for Cas as agonizingly as possible. When he’s in, he starts bucking slowly, oh so slowly, rhythmically. Cas shudders under him, breath speeding up, and when he moves with Sam rhythm gets lost to melody. It’s like no sex Sam has ever had, soft and slow and his balls are hot pressed up against Cas’ ass, and he needs to go harder, suddenly, he needs to.
Cas practically screams and Sam freezes.
“K-keep going…” he gasps. “I want… your pleasure, S-sam.”
“That makes two of us.” Sam grins, and he bends half around Cas to gently nip at his balls, soft tongue and lips and a little bit of teeth.
“How’s that?”
Cas is moaning, possibly doesn’t even hear the question, but it’s enough of an answer when he reaches out and yanks Sam closer.
Sam laughs, nips at Cas’ balls a little harder, and Cas wraps his arms around Sam’s sweaty shoulders and clings to him like he’s the only liferaft keeping him from drowning.
Sam is still rocking inside Castiel, gently and slowly again, and it’s become almost like a lullaby. A lullaby, except that he feels himself coming closer and closer to climaxing. It’s like a wet dream, and he can’t understand why something so slow and gentle is driving him so mad. Normally it would take harder, but he didn’t because he didn’t want to hurt Cas. He pulls his mouth half-off of Castiel’s balls to gasp, whole body shuddering, and Castiel makes a little whining sound in protest. Sam licks again, and starts working his way up Castiel’s dick, but the orgasm isn’t going to back off now just because Cas isn’t done having his balls sucked. He comes inside Cas harder than he can ever remember. Stars and sparks go off in front of his eyes and it feels like he’s breaking. All he can feel is everything, and suddenly Cas is holding him like he’s holding him together. It shouldn’t be the time for this, but it is--the broken sound that comes out of him is halfway between a moan and a sob, and Cas holds him tighter. His body is warm and solid and for some reason tears are making their way down Sam’s cheeks and he sniffles.
“Shhh, shhhh.” Cas reassures him softly. “It’s okay, Sam. I’m here.”
Sam swallows and nods. “Thank you.” he whispers. His voice is hoarse and he almost doesn’t recognize it. He moves forward and licks along the length of Cas’ penis, which is leaking pre-come despite the slight interruption, smelling of sin and heaven and perfect and Sam’s face is still right up in it.
Cas shudders, hard, and tightens his hold around Sam even more. Sam grins, the tears already drying off his face, and sets to pleasuring Cas. He licks, nips, even bites when an accidentally hard nip elicits a moan of pure pleasure.
Cas is whispering nonsense now, hands fisted in Sam’s hair, and when he swipes his tongue around the head Cas’ dick twitches and Sam fastens his mouth around him.
Cas moans and whimpers and suddenly he bucks hard into Sam’s mouth. Sam grins and starts working on him, sliding up and down, and when Cas comes inside him it’s like tasting light. Sam swallows and swallows and can’t get enough, and Cas shudders and spurts inside him and seems content to give him more and more and more.
Sam is crying again when he finally takes his mouth away, Cas’ dick falling limp now against his thigh. He thinks it’s the most beautiful dick he’s ever seen, and he’s gibbering now, he knows he is, babbling about how perfect Cas is and how much he loves him while tears stream inexplicably down his face.
“Shhhh.” Cas says gently, and pulls him up, keeping his arms around him. Sam’s chest shudders against Cas’ chest, and Cas is warm and solid as he holds him, rubbing his hands across Sam’s back in the kind of massage people pay thousands for.
He sighs. Thinks he’s done crying, but then he isn’t. Snot is running down his face and he must look totally not sexy anymore, but Cas holds him and is solid and warm and there until it finally passes.
When it’s clearly over Cas gives a little laugh. “Shouldn’t I have been the one crying after that?” he inquires lightly.
“S… sorry.” Sam answers, shamefaced.
“No.” Castiel says gently. He kisses the top of Sam’s head. “Never be sorry.”
“I love you.” Sam chokes out.
“And I you.” Cas replies, his voice gentle and caring and so full of love Sam can’t even begin to doubt it.
“Why?” Sam whispers, but he’s asleep before he can hear Cas’ answer. The last thing he feels is Cas’ lips on the top of his head again, lingering and intense, and he thinks maybe it’s enough, just to be loved.
Just to love.
***
comments = love.
Spoilers/setting: you're fine if you know who Cas is.
Warnings: porn porn porn porn porn porn porn porn the end. I don't even know. Seriously, I don't. I would recommend not reading this if that's not okay with you. :P
Rating: NC-17.
Wordcount: 967
Disclaimer: not my beautiful boys. Not even at all.
I've stopped even being embarrassed to post porn. WTF happened to me?
There are sheets tangled up around them but right now it feels a little more like water. Like they’re doing this in the ocean, warm waves over and under and around them.
Cas is sweating. Sam hadn’t even known the angel could sweat, but then, Cas is possibly more human than angel these days.
Of course, it’s not all on Cas. He’s sweating too. He’s sweating and drowning and he couldn’t be more happy.
Cas gives a cry when Sam finally works himself inside him, ass carefully softened and open and ready, and Sam grins, giddy from the idea that he can make an angel of the Lord, can make Castiel, cry out like that. Like he’s broken.
Cas moans as Sam slides in further. Sam himself is gasping, going agonizingly slowly just to feel the burn of Cas’ ass against his length, just to draw it out for Cas as agonizingly as possible. When he’s in, he starts bucking slowly, oh so slowly, rhythmically. Cas shudders under him, breath speeding up, and when he moves with Sam rhythm gets lost to melody. It’s like no sex Sam has ever had, soft and slow and his balls are hot pressed up against Cas’ ass, and he needs to go harder, suddenly, he needs to.
Cas practically screams and Sam freezes.
“K-keep going…” he gasps. “I want… your pleasure, S-sam.”
“That makes two of us.” Sam grins, and he bends half around Cas to gently nip at his balls, soft tongue and lips and a little bit of teeth.
“How’s that?”
Cas is moaning, possibly doesn’t even hear the question, but it’s enough of an answer when he reaches out and yanks Sam closer.
Sam laughs, nips at Cas’ balls a little harder, and Cas wraps his arms around Sam’s sweaty shoulders and clings to him like he’s the only liferaft keeping him from drowning.
Sam is still rocking inside Castiel, gently and slowly again, and it’s become almost like a lullaby. A lullaby, except that he feels himself coming closer and closer to climaxing. It’s like a wet dream, and he can’t understand why something so slow and gentle is driving him so mad. Normally it would take harder, but he didn’t because he didn’t want to hurt Cas. He pulls his mouth half-off of Castiel’s balls to gasp, whole body shuddering, and Castiel makes a little whining sound in protest. Sam licks again, and starts working his way up Castiel’s dick, but the orgasm isn’t going to back off now just because Cas isn’t done having his balls sucked. He comes inside Cas harder than he can ever remember. Stars and sparks go off in front of his eyes and it feels like he’s breaking. All he can feel is everything, and suddenly Cas is holding him like he’s holding him together. It shouldn’t be the time for this, but it is--the broken sound that comes out of him is halfway between a moan and a sob, and Cas holds him tighter. His body is warm and solid and for some reason tears are making their way down Sam’s cheeks and he sniffles.
“Shhh, shhhh.” Cas reassures him softly. “It’s okay, Sam. I’m here.”
Sam swallows and nods. “Thank you.” he whispers. His voice is hoarse and he almost doesn’t recognize it. He moves forward and licks along the length of Cas’ penis, which is leaking pre-come despite the slight interruption, smelling of sin and heaven and perfect and Sam’s face is still right up in it.
Cas shudders, hard, and tightens his hold around Sam even more. Sam grins, the tears already drying off his face, and sets to pleasuring Cas. He licks, nips, even bites when an accidentally hard nip elicits a moan of pure pleasure.
Cas is whispering nonsense now, hands fisted in Sam’s hair, and when he swipes his tongue around the head Cas’ dick twitches and Sam fastens his mouth around him.
Cas moans and whimpers and suddenly he bucks hard into Sam’s mouth. Sam grins and starts working on him, sliding up and down, and when Cas comes inside him it’s like tasting light. Sam swallows and swallows and can’t get enough, and Cas shudders and spurts inside him and seems content to give him more and more and more.
Sam is crying again when he finally takes his mouth away, Cas’ dick falling limp now against his thigh. He thinks it’s the most beautiful dick he’s ever seen, and he’s gibbering now, he knows he is, babbling about how perfect Cas is and how much he loves him while tears stream inexplicably down his face.
“Shhhh.” Cas says gently, and pulls him up, keeping his arms around him. Sam’s chest shudders against Cas’ chest, and Cas is warm and solid as he holds him, rubbing his hands across Sam’s back in the kind of massage people pay thousands for.
He sighs. Thinks he’s done crying, but then he isn’t. Snot is running down his face and he must look totally not sexy anymore, but Cas holds him and is solid and warm and there until it finally passes.
When it’s clearly over Cas gives a little laugh. “Shouldn’t I have been the one crying after that?” he inquires lightly.
“S… sorry.” Sam answers, shamefaced.
“No.” Castiel says gently. He kisses the top of Sam’s head. “Never be sorry.”
“I love you.” Sam chokes out.
“And I you.” Cas replies, his voice gentle and caring and so full of love Sam can’t even begin to doubt it.
“Why?” Sam whispers, but he’s asleep before he can hear Cas’ answer. The last thing he feels is Cas’ lips on the top of his head again, lingering and intense, and he thinks maybe it’s enough, just to be loved.
Just to love.
***
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