“He’s not your angel, Dean,” Sam snaps back. He curls his fingers around Castiel’s cock and tugs roughly.
Castiel whimpers, arching his hips into the touch and Sam continues. Dean can feel Castiel panting against his hand, breath and tongue hot and wet where he tries to suck kisses into the soft skin of Dean’s palm. Castiel looks at Dean, blue eyes half lidded and desperate and Dean can’t do this. Not like this.
“I’m sorry,” Dean says to Castiel, pressing a kiss to Castiel’s shoulder. He drops his hand from Castiel’s have, wiping the wetness on his own hip. Dean can’t pull away though, because both Castiel and Sam are grabbing him, grounding him. “Stop it! I don’t want this!”
“You made a promise, Dean,” Sam says softly. His cheeks are flushed, hair falling into his face and half obscuring his eyes and it’s more than Dean ever wanted to see of Sam. The fingers he has on Dean’s wrist are tight, but Dean knows he could pull away if he wanted to. “I’ll stop.”
“Sam - “
Castiel makes an indignant sound, squirming and twisting until he can face Dean. He shoves Dean none-too-gently back onto the covers before straddling his hips easily, sitting comfortably above Dean’s waist. Castiel runs his fingers up Dean’s side slowly before capturing Dean’s face in his palms, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “Please, Dean.”
And Dean can’t say ‘no’ to that face, open and earnest and flushed. He rests one hand on Castiel’s hip before curling his fingers around Castiel’s cock and stroking slowly. Dean huffs out a soft laugh when Castiel moans, turns his head to look at Sam, tries not to focus on Sam jacking his own cock off. “Stop being an asshole, bitch.”
“Whatever, jerk,” Sam says, smiling thinly. He moves slowly to knock Dean’s knees aside, careful not to startle Dean again, before he settles between Dean’s thighs easily. He rests his palm below Castiel’s navel, his fingers brushing against Dean’s hand and Castiel’s cock easily. “How are we going to do this, Cas?”
“I want both of you,” Castiel says, glancing over his shoulder at Sam. He props himself up with his palms on either side of Dean’s head, a small grin on his face.
“I meant - “
“I know what you meant, Sam,” Castiel cuts him off, and his grin is more obvious now, sly and mischievous. “I want both of you.”
“Oh. Er, Dean?” Sam looks at his brother expectantly, and Dean can feel when Sam dips his hand to press his fingers against Castiel’s entrance.
Both of them are looking at Dean expectantly, and Dean’s never been able to deny either of them what they really want, not really. He lets his head fall back against the pillows to stare at the ceiling, and it’s harder to swallow now than it was a moment ago. “God, yes.”
Sam laughs at the same time Castiel launches forward to lick his way into Dean’s mouth, and Dean can’t be bothered to yell at him this time.
Castiel whimpers, arching his hips into the touch and Sam continues. Dean can feel Castiel panting against his hand, breath and tongue hot and wet where he tries to suck kisses into the soft skin of Dean’s palm. Castiel looks at Dean, blue eyes half lidded and desperate and Dean can’t do this. Not like this.
“I’m sorry,” Dean says to Castiel, pressing a kiss to Castiel’s shoulder. He drops his hand from Castiel’s have, wiping the wetness on his own hip. Dean can’t pull away though, because both Castiel and Sam are grabbing him, grounding him. “Stop it! I don’t want this!”
“You made a promise, Dean,” Sam says softly. His cheeks are flushed, hair falling into his face and half obscuring his eyes and it’s more than Dean ever wanted to see of Sam. The fingers he has on Dean’s wrist are tight, but Dean knows he could pull away if he wanted to. “I’ll stop.”
“Sam - “
Castiel makes an indignant sound, squirming and twisting until he can face Dean. He shoves Dean none-too-gently back onto the covers before straddling his hips easily, sitting comfortably above Dean’s waist. Castiel runs his fingers up Dean’s side slowly before capturing Dean’s face in his palms, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “Please, Dean.”
And Dean can’t say ‘no’ to that face, open and earnest and flushed. He rests one hand on Castiel’s hip before curling his fingers around Castiel’s cock and stroking slowly. Dean huffs out a soft laugh when Castiel moans, turns his head to look at Sam, tries not to focus on Sam jacking his own cock off. “Stop being an asshole, bitch.”
“Whatever, jerk,” Sam says, smiling thinly. He moves slowly to knock Dean’s knees aside, careful not to startle Dean again, before he settles between Dean’s thighs easily. He rests his palm below Castiel’s navel, his fingers brushing against Dean’s hand and Castiel’s cock easily. “How are we going to do this, Cas?”
“I want both of you,” Castiel says, glancing over his shoulder at Sam. He props himself up with his palms on either side of Dean’s head, a small grin on his face.
“I meant - “
“I know what you meant, Sam,” Castiel cuts him off, and his grin is more obvious now, sly and mischievous. “I want both of you.”
“Oh. Er, Dean?” Sam looks at his brother expectantly, and Dean can feel when Sam dips his hand to press his fingers against Castiel’s entrance.
Both of them are looking at Dean expectantly, and Dean’s never been able to deny either of them what they really want, not really. He lets his head fall back against the pillows to stare at the ceiling, and it’s harder to swallow now than it was a moment ago. “God, yes.”
Sam laughs at the same time Castiel launches forward to lick his way into Dean’s mouth, and Dean can’t be bothered to yell at him this time.
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This. So much love for this.
*hugs*
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