Can't Quite Satisfy (Dean/Castiel, Table 07, Prompt 22)
Title: Can’t quite satisfy
Author x_shadowwings_x
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Theme: Theme #7 (Get your kink on) This won’t hurt I swear
Prompt(s): #22 Phone Sex
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Dean and Castiel sadly do not belong to me. If they did, they’d be in a steady relationship by now.
Summary: Castiel and Dean are unable to meet up, so resort to phone sex
“And I’m now taking off my shirt. My skin is wet with sweat, aching for you to touch me,” Dean murmured into the phone and he heard Castiel swallow distinctly on the other end of the phone.
It hadn’t been long since they’d last seen each other, barely a day, but it seemed like weeks to the couple. Castiel wasn’t able to come directly to Dean when the hunter had called, so they’d resorted to phone sex to satisfy their need for each other.
“I’m - er - I’m touching you, Dean. Now what are you doing?” Castiel asked, sounding uncomfortable despite the obvious arousal in his voice.
“I’m slowly undoing my belt and pushing my jeans away from my hips,” Dean murmured, voice growing husky and intimate, as he slowly unbuckled his belt.
He reasoned that if he was going to tell Castiel what he was doing, he might as well follow through with actions as well as words. His dick was already hard and insistent against his boxers and he felt as though he needed a quick release until Castiel could reach him.
“Yes, Dean,” Castiel prompted, when Dean took too long to continue talking.
Dean grinned at the sudden tension in his lover’s voice, and the unmistakable rustle of clothing. Dean just betted that Castiel was wanking off even now while they were talking.
“I’m reaching down into my boxers and I’m wrapping my fingers around my cock,” Dean whispered, as he dipped his hand down towards his erection. “I’m beginning to stroke myself.”
He moaned loudly at the first contact of fingers against flesh, almost dropping his phone as he started to stroke himself, imagining it was Castiel’s hand touching him and not his own.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” Dean moaned into the phone, head thunking back against the wall behind him. “Oh Cas, yeah, a little harder.”
He stroked himself harder, shifting the tension and weight to just the way he liked it, hips bouncing from the bed beneath him and jerking his cock into the circle of his fingers.
“I’m almost there, Cas, just a little more,” Dean moaned and he heard Castiel’s harsh breathing on the other end of the phone, coupled with the angel’s whines and mewls of extreme arousal.
Castiel seemed unable to talk and Dean definitely heard him wanking off on the other end, groans loud in his ear as Castiel climaxed with a wail of Dean’s name loud into the phone. Dean felt his orgasm hit him at the sound of Castiel coming undone, at the abject need and arousal in his lover’s voice and he climaxed, screaming for Castiel as he covered his hand with the evidence of his love.
He slumped back against the wall behind him, feeling spent and sated before he heard Castiel’s ragged voice saying - “Where are you, Dean?”
Dean told him brokenly, barely having time to finish his sentence before Castiel arrived, face flushed and filled with arousal, pants undone and cum sticking to his fingers and his boxers. Dean welcomed him onto the bed, needing to satiate his hunger for his angel that mere phone sex couldn’t quite satisfy ...