I'm Your Man (schmoop bingo 10/27)
Title: I'm Your Man (10/27)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, schmoop, and a little handprint kink.
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 731
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never happened.
Summary: In which Castiel loses his virginity and Dean lets a little something slip.
Author's Notes: for the wild card (making love) square of my schmoop bingo card, sequel to Come On, Get Higher. This wasn't in my original plans, but it decided it wanted to be written, so it barged in without so much as a by-your-leave and demanded attention. Shortly thereafter, the hideous writer's block monster attacked and kept me in its thrall for nearly a week. I wish I had more to show for all the effort and frustration that went into this chapter.
- I've recently begun a course of treatment for late stage 2/early stage 3 Lyme disease, and as a result I'm afraid the new chapters won't come as frequently as I'd like them to.
If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to
and if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you
if you want a partner take my hand or
if you want to strike me down in anger
here I stand
The lush curves of Dean's mouth caught and curled, whispering against the sweat-damp warmth of Castiel's forehead as he rocked against the angel's naked body.
"What do you want, Cas? I'll do anything..." Dean's breath caught in his throat as their hips rolled together in a slow, sweet drag, "anything you ask me to."
Dean felt the flutter of eyelashes against his chin, followed by a hand that guided him down to meet the lust-darkened reverence of Castiel's gaze. The dim glow of streetlamps snuck in through chinks in the room's broken blinds, painting Castiel's face in amber silhouettes.
"You, Dean," the soft-rough voice replied, "just you."
Fingers slid along the contours of Dean's back, clutching gently at skin and shoulderblades as Castiel's lips found the shell of his ear, brushing over sculpted cartilage as he spoke,
"Make love to me."
The beautiful surrender woven into the words sent a piercing hum of desire through Dean; a romance novel cliche transformed by the rich, resonant gravel of Castiel's tone. He bent his head, claiming Castiel's mouth with a languorous, hungry kiss that matched the rhythm of their heartbeats. Castiel's lips were sinful perfection, his body moved against Dean's with a tantalizing boldness that belied his physical purity; the temptation to give in to the lust pooling deep in his belly, to bring years of tension and fantasy to an end by fucking Castiel to pieces, was so strong Dean could barely see straight.
At the feel of fingertips skating over his cheekbones and the sound of his name -- a quiet moan full of wonder -- the ruthless craving that clouded Dean's judgment fell away. He'd promised Castiel anything he asked, and if his virgin lover wanted it slow and sweet, it would be Dean's honor to worship every inch of his angel until he came apart in his arms.
Dean learned the taste of Castiel's jawline, then the slightly abrasive scrape of stubble against his cheek as Castiel's head fell back in a silent invitation. He took advantage of the bared, unmarred expanse of flesh, sucking pale red marks to Castiel's neck and collarbone, nipping at the sensitive places where blood and bone ran close to the surface before soothing them with tendrils of exhaled air. His attention moved lower, over flat contours and lightly muscled swells, until his mouth warmed the curved hollows of hipbones, tongue gliding over smooth skin as Castiel arched beneath him. Slender thighs parted to welcome the soft burn of slick fingers, elegant hands twisting in the sheets as Dean worked him open with gentle strokes.
Dean waited until Castiel was shaking with need before he took him, burying himself slowly and savoring Castiel's barely-restrained cries as Dean's thick length found the spot that made Heaven flash before his eyes.
Long legs twined around Dean's waist as Castiel pulled him into a deep, tender kiss.
They moved against each other, all caresses and heat in the half-lit dark.
The angel shuddered with each new shift of the pressure inside him, the sounds he made turning breathless and desperate, matching Dean's groans as the sublime warmth of Castiel's body flexed around him.
Dean could tell that his lover was close, so he gave in to the pleasure blossoming through him, allowing it to take him higher and higher until, with a growl and a final thrust that had Castiel convulsing and half-screaming his name, Dean's world shattered.
Fingers splayed over the scar on Dean's left shoulder, grace sparking over the mark as Castiel clung to him, holding on until the final echoes of their orgasms faded away.
As the haze of afterglow seeped into his limbs, Dean fit his hand to the angles of Castiel's face, marvelling at the glory contained within that fragile skin and those delicate, beautiful bones. Castiel turned into the touch, nuzzling Dean's palm and pressing gentle kisses to the callused skin. At the simple, sweet gesture, a surge of pure emotion filled Dean's heart to the brim, flowing over the edges to form words that rose in his throat and spilled from his lips before he could think to swallow them.
"Cas, I--"
The press of a finger to his lips silenced Dean. The angel smiled softly, contentment radiating from his eyes as he traced the lines of Dean's mouth.
"I know."
Chapter Eleven: Into the Night
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, schmoop, and a little handprint kink.
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 731
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never happened.
Summary: In which Castiel loses his virginity and Dean lets a little something slip.
Author's Notes: for the wild card (making love) square of my schmoop bingo card, sequel to Come On, Get Higher. This wasn't in my original plans, but it decided it wanted to be written, so it barged in without so much as a by-your-leave and demanded attention. Shortly thereafter, the hideous writer's block monster attacked and kept me in its thrall for nearly a week. I wish I had more to show for all the effort and frustration that went into this chapter.
- I've recently begun a course of treatment for late stage 2/early stage 3 Lyme disease, and as a result I'm afraid the new chapters won't come as frequently as I'd like them to.
If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to
and if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you
if you want a partner take my hand or
if you want to strike me down in anger
here I stand
The lush curves of Dean's mouth caught and curled, whispering against the sweat-damp warmth of Castiel's forehead as he rocked against the angel's naked body.
"What do you want, Cas? I'll do anything..." Dean's breath caught in his throat as their hips rolled together in a slow, sweet drag, "anything you ask me to."
Dean felt the flutter of eyelashes against his chin, followed by a hand that guided him down to meet the lust-darkened reverence of Castiel's gaze. The dim glow of streetlamps snuck in through chinks in the room's broken blinds, painting Castiel's face in amber silhouettes.
"You, Dean," the soft-rough voice replied, "just you."
Fingers slid along the contours of Dean's back, clutching gently at skin and shoulderblades as Castiel's lips found the shell of his ear, brushing over sculpted cartilage as he spoke,
"Make love to me."
The beautiful surrender woven into the words sent a piercing hum of desire through Dean; a romance novel cliche transformed by the rich, resonant gravel of Castiel's tone. He bent his head, claiming Castiel's mouth with a languorous, hungry kiss that matched the rhythm of their heartbeats. Castiel's lips were sinful perfection, his body moved against Dean's with a tantalizing boldness that belied his physical purity; the temptation to give in to the lust pooling deep in his belly, to bring years of tension and fantasy to an end by fucking Castiel to pieces, was so strong Dean could barely see straight.
At the feel of fingertips skating over his cheekbones and the sound of his name -- a quiet moan full of wonder -- the ruthless craving that clouded Dean's judgment fell away. He'd promised Castiel anything he asked, and if his virgin lover wanted it slow and sweet, it would be Dean's honor to worship every inch of his angel until he came apart in his arms.
Dean learned the taste of Castiel's jawline, then the slightly abrasive scrape of stubble against his cheek as Castiel's head fell back in a silent invitation. He took advantage of the bared, unmarred expanse of flesh, sucking pale red marks to Castiel's neck and collarbone, nipping at the sensitive places where blood and bone ran close to the surface before soothing them with tendrils of exhaled air. His attention moved lower, over flat contours and lightly muscled swells, until his mouth warmed the curved hollows of hipbones, tongue gliding over smooth skin as Castiel arched beneath him. Slender thighs parted to welcome the soft burn of slick fingers, elegant hands twisting in the sheets as Dean worked him open with gentle strokes.
Dean waited until Castiel was shaking with need before he took him, burying himself slowly and savoring Castiel's barely-restrained cries as Dean's thick length found the spot that made Heaven flash before his eyes.
Long legs twined around Dean's waist as Castiel pulled him into a deep, tender kiss.
They moved against each other, all caresses and heat in the half-lit dark.
The angel shuddered with each new shift of the pressure inside him, the sounds he made turning breathless and desperate, matching Dean's groans as the sublime warmth of Castiel's body flexed around him.
Dean could tell that his lover was close, so he gave in to the pleasure blossoming through him, allowing it to take him higher and higher until, with a growl and a final thrust that had Castiel convulsing and half-screaming his name, Dean's world shattered.
Fingers splayed over the scar on Dean's left shoulder, grace sparking over the mark as Castiel clung to him, holding on until the final echoes of their orgasms faded away.
As the haze of afterglow seeped into his limbs, Dean fit his hand to the angles of Castiel's face, marvelling at the glory contained within that fragile skin and those delicate, beautiful bones. Castiel turned into the touch, nuzzling Dean's palm and pressing gentle kisses to the callused skin. At the simple, sweet gesture, a surge of pure emotion filled Dean's heart to the brim, flowing over the edges to form words that rose in his throat and spilled from his lips before he could think to swallow them.
"Cas, I--"
The press of a finger to his lips silenced Dean. The angel smiled softly, contentment radiating from his eyes as he traced the lines of Dean's mouth.
"I know."
Chapter Eleven: Into the Night