30_romances: 09. Rush
Theme/Title: 09. Rush (Full theme: Rush; thrill; exhileration)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: M
Word count: 210
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: All he needs is a little push into freefall.
Author’s Note: And now some light PWP that I wrote in lecture before falling asleep. I’ve got my priorities all straightened out.
"Fuck." Dean bangs his head against the wall while Castiel continues brushing against him with the back of his hand. He's stretched thin, taut, straining for that final push into freefall, but the goddamn angel isn't giving it to him. He's kneeling between his legs, face carefully blank while his hand teases and drags Dean closer and closer before backing off, leaving him trembling and out of his fucking mind.
A strangled whimper escapes him as he pushes against that holy tax accountant hand, and swears again when Castiel pulls his hand back. "Damn it, Cas, don't you dare-"
Castiel's eyes cloud over; he leans in, pressing the heel of his hand, cupping him and then dragging his hand upwards, growling something that may be Enochian or pure nonsense but Dean doesn't hear it. His voice gets caught in his throat and all that comes out is a hoarse gasp while his hands scrabble uselessly over the tiled floor.
Dean slumps against the wall, crashing back down from the blinding high to feel Castiel's hand resting around the side of his neck, tipping his head forward to press light kisses on his slack mouth.
"Shit," Dean says while Castiel licks the inside of his mouth and his swollen lips. "Shit."
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: M
Word count: 210
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: All he needs is a little push into freefall.
Author’s Note: And now some light PWP that I wrote in lecture before falling asleep. I’ve got my priorities all straightened out.
"Fuck." Dean bangs his head against the wall while Castiel continues brushing against him with the back of his hand. He's stretched thin, taut, straining for that final push into freefall, but the goddamn angel isn't giving it to him. He's kneeling between his legs, face carefully blank while his hand teases and drags Dean closer and closer before backing off, leaving him trembling and out of his fucking mind.
A strangled whimper escapes him as he pushes against that holy tax accountant hand, and swears again when Castiel pulls his hand back. "Damn it, Cas, don't you dare-"
Castiel's eyes cloud over; he leans in, pressing the heel of his hand, cupping him and then dragging his hand upwards, growling something that may be Enochian or pure nonsense but Dean doesn't hear it. His voice gets caught in his throat and all that comes out is a hoarse gasp while his hands scrabble uselessly over the tiled floor.
Dean slumps against the wall, crashing back down from the blinding high to feel Castiel's hand resting around the side of his neck, tipping his head forward to press light kisses on his slack mouth.
"Shit," Dean says while Castiel licks the inside of his mouth and his swollen lips. "Shit."