!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-!!! SPN & Other Character Prompting Post // October 1st - October 15th
This is a post for ANY AND ALL FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, this includes pairings such as Sam/Dean, Dean/Cas, Anna/Jo, Bobby/Ellen, Clay/Tom, Priestly/Alec etc, etc. All prompts with pairings of people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage section.
A few reminders:1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also ( Read more... )
A few reminders:1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also ( Read more... )
"Would you enjoy that?"
"I think that's up to you, dude," Dean said, with a breathless half-laugh. Prior to Alastair, Dean's experience with men had been limited to a couple of blowjobs offered to him in bars, and he hadn't discovered that he actually liked being fucked, that he would beg for it abjectly and mean every word, until months later, with Victor. It was still a little new for him, a little weird, and he'd been thinking about Castiel fucking him for a week solid now, but actually talking about it gave him a whole new set of stomach butterflies to add to the pre-spanking jitters.
Castiel lapsed into a suggestive silence and only spoke again once Dean exited the expressway, to direct Dean through his quiet, tree-shaded neighborhood. His house was a little two-storey affair; inside, the furniture was simple and elegant under a layer of clutter. It reminded Dean of Castiel himself, in his good suit and crooked tie.
"Can I offer you anything?" said Castiel, and dropped his trenchcoat onto the couch.
"I'm good." Dean fought the urge to jiggle his leg.
Castiel nodded and preceded him up the stairs. "Is there a safeword you prefer?"
"Red-yellow-green work for you?"
"That's fine." The stairs let directly into what Dean guessed was supposed to be a sitting room, but served instead as an office; one wall was dominated by a whiteboard covered in the kind of math with no numbers in it, the others by bookshelves, and drifts of papers surrounded the computer. Dean considered asking, but Castiel was already headed down the hall toward the open bedroom door, and he was happy to let it wait.
Castiel flicked the lights on and closed the bedroom door behind them, and then just looked at Dean for a long moment, unhurriedly and unambiguously taking him in. Dean felt pinned by his slow regard; he looked away, opened and closed his hands at his sides, but was helpless to move until Castiel said, "Undress for me."
Dean nodded and slipped his jacket off. He didn't know how much of a show he was being asked for -- or ordered to give -- but with the for me echoing in his head, he made a point of pulling his shirt over his head slowly, of turning his back before easing his jeans down past his ass. He folded his clothes loosely with unsteady hands, squared his boots up next to them on the floor; from behind him came rustlings that he took for the sound of Castiel taking off his suit coat and kicking off his shoes. Dean began to straighten, then jerked fully upright with a gasp when Castiel's hand closed on the back of his neck.
"You're agitated," Castiel said.
"Yeah, I -- adrenaline -- I'm good, I'm always like this." Dean's cock twitched toward hardness. He'd dwelled so much on the rough caresses of Castiel's voice that he hadn't thought much about the fact that Castiel had not yet actually touched him; now that he'd done so, Dean felt starved for it. When Castiel used his grip on Dean's neck to push him toward the bed, he moaned involuntarily, high and startled.
He pressed forward until Dean had walked on his knees to the center of the bed, and then down. Dean stretched his arms out under the pillows but kept his knees under him, so that his chest nearly touched the sheets and his ass remained in the air. "Is this good?" he said, though the way Castiel's hand immediately traveled up from Dean's neck and into his hair told him it must be.
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And Castiel! Cas is so perfectly fucking Cas. Early Castiel, when he was mysterious, and powerful, and ever so slightly menacing.
OP loves this. And you. But mostly this. I shall just sit here for the rest of the day periodically hitting my refresh button, yes? Yes.
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