SPN fic: This Is The Very Ecstasy 5a/5 (Dean/Cas/Inias/Samandriel, NC-17, bdsm AU)

[the_diggler]

"This is the very ecstasy of love
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings.
-- Hamlet, Act II scene i

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Dean is so hard he could cut glass. Has been since Samandriel turned around and bent over, right in between Dean’s spread knees, to push down his pants. Dean’s slouched down pretty far on the couch, so the position means that Samandriel’s ass is wriggling right in Dean’s face as he does it too, revealing – right before Dean’s eyes – satin red panties, trimmed with lace, to match red and white striped thigh-high stockings, topped with red bows. And as Samandriel bends over, all the way, so does Dean’s cock rise, as the movement exposes the dark patch of wet where lube has leaked out of Samandriel’s already stretched hole, its cherry scent suddenly sharp in the air.

Perfection.

Before Samandriel can straighten up again, Dean grabs the kid’s rear, spreading it in his palms to examine the wet satin. His thumbs trace under the edges of lace, tugging and teasing, until finally he hooks the material to the side, exposing Samandriel’s hole. Slick, pink, and shiny. Just begging to be filled. Dean presses the pad of his thumb against it, rubbing in small circles until Samandriel keens with want.

Dean pushes his thumb in, thrusting it easily into that loosened pucker, warm and so wet inside. It would be so easy for Dean to unzip his fly, pull Samandriel back onto his diamond-hard cock, bounce the kid on it until they both lose their loads. But not yet.

“Turn around, Alfie-baby,” Dean orders, letting the panties flick back into place. Samandriel straightens up, turning around to face Dean, head bowed – but chewing nervously on his lip. It doesn’t take long for Dean to work out why.

“What’s this?” Dean gasps in surprise, eyes landing on Samandriel’s pink little nipples, now both pierced through with gold barbell studs.

“I got them for you,” Samandriel replies softly. “One for Castiel, and one for you,” he explains, arching his back for Dean to see better.

“When?” Dean breathes, overwhelmed by the gesture.

“A couple months ago,” Samandriel replies. “I missed you,” he adds softly, climbing into Dean’s lap and curling his arms loosely around Dean’s shoulders.

The change in position also places those beautiful nipples right in front of Dean’s face, and he reaches for them in awe. “Can I…?”

“Yes, they’re healed. Do whatever you want to them.”

“Jesus,” Dean huffs in disbelief, his cock twitching impossibly harder. He closes his fingers around one of the pink nubs, pinching just softly, but it’s enough to make Samandriel throw his head back with a gasp. The kid’s nipples were pretty damn sensitive to begin with, Dean can’t imagine what they must be like now. Only the barest of twists has Samandriel writhing in his lap, crying out with pleasure. And when Dean closes his lips around the studded nub, Samandriel practically sobs with overstimulation.

Dean pulls away, giving the kid a chance to catch his breath. But then Samandriel says, “Don’t forget Cas,” twisting his body to push his other nipple forward.

Dean groans as he closes his lips around the other nub, teasing his teeth into Samandriel’s skin and curling his tongue around the piercing, stud playing against stud. He could do this all night, as he twirls the bows of Samandriel’s stockings in his fingers, but the kid has inadvertently reminded him that the time they have before Cas shows up is limited. Dean pulls his lips away with another groan, and Samandriel whimpers in disappointment, squirming in his lap.

“Sorry, sunshine, but there’s something else I want from you tonight,” Dean says.

“What?” Samandriel asks, grinning a little with excitement. Dean reaches up to trace a finger against those smiling lips, letting Samandriel nip and suck at it playfully as Dean reaches with his other hand into the bag of toys he’s brought with him. Smirking, he pulls out a long strip of white leather from its depths.

Samandriel’s eyes light up at the sight of it, taking in the studded holes, the sturdy clasp, the shimmering leash attached to its ring

“Is that…?”

“Just for tonight,” Dean explains.

“Yes! Yes, Dean, please!” Samandriel nods enthusiastically, clutching at Dean’s shoulders.

Dean smiles, leaning forward to fasten the collar around Samandriel’s neck. The kid barely breathes as Dean does it, wiggling with excitement, but trying desperately to hold still. And when it’s done his fingers go up to the leather, tracing the line of it against his neck. “How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Dean murmurs appreciatively. “Just like I knew you would.”

“Do you want me to bark like a puppy too?” Samandriel asks breathlessly, looking up through hooded lashes.

“Oh God, do I,” Dean groans. “That would be so fucking hot.”

Samandriel grins slyly, letting out the most adorable little yip, and Dean nearly creams his pants.

“Good boy,” he croons, running his fingers through Samandriel’s hair. “But I prefer my puppies to be quiet. Very, very quiet. No matter what. Do you understand?”

Samandriel nods silently, big-eyed and trusting.

“Good,” Dean purrs, pulling on the leash until Samandriel falls forward, close enough to kiss. And even though Samandriel’s the one in the collar, Dean is the one who becomes a little animalistic then, snarling and nipping at Samandriel’s lips like a feral thing, claiming his mouth thoroughly. But Samandriel manages to hold in his moans, remembering to swallow them down, stopping them in his throat.

When Dean slides his mouth back down over one of Samandriel’s nipples though, the kid begins to struggle, unable to prevent a few whimpers from escaping his lips.

“Quiet,” Dean growls, giving Samandriel a smack on the ass.

Samandriel yelps at the sudden sting, then promptly bites down on his lip, silencing himself again. It’s a good effort, but then Dean takes it to another level, sliding his hand down the back of the kid’s panties, and slipping a finger inside Samandriel’s entrance.

The kid’s so loose, and wet, Dean can fit two fingers inside him almost straight away. And Samandriel does a good job of keeping himself quiet, he really does, but when Dean starts fucking into him harder, faster, smacking the kid’s ass with every thrust of his fingers, it’s too much. With Dean’s mouth on one nipple, free hand pinching and playing with the other, Samandriel can’t help himself, gasping out tiny little ah’s as he wriggles and grinds his panty-covered cock against Dean’s hard crotch.

Dean finds he doesn’t really have it in him to stop the kid now and punish him for disobedience. And maybe it’s better if Samandriel comes now, gets one out of the way so he’s more relaxed later. Dean lets the kid hump up against him until he seizes up in Dean’s arms, trying to choke off his own cry as he stains the front of his little panties.

“Come on baby,” Dean husks once Samandriel’s caught his breath a bit, “Show me the mess you’ve made of yourself.”

With a little urging, Samandriel straightens up on his knees, bringing his crotch to Dean’s eye-level. And when Dean peels the panties away, there’s come sticking to everything, all over Samandriel’s cock and smeared inside the satin. Dean eagerly leans forward to lick it out of the panties, before taking Samandriel’s spent cock loosely in his mouth.

He’s being gentle with the kid, but Samandriel still can’t stop making blissed-out whimpering sounds as Dean suckles him clean, so eventually Dean takes pity on him.

“What do you need, baby boy?” Dean asks. “You can speak. Tell Dean what you want.”

“I want your dick in me, Dean-daddy. Please,” Samandriel whimpers softly, a little uncertain about using his voice again.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? You only just came.” Dean raises an eyebrow, double-checking, even though he knows his Alfie-baby loves to be filled, long after he’s spent himself.

“Don’t care. Want it,” Samandriel replies, nothing but certainty in his eyes.

“Okay, Alfie-baby. I’ll give it to you if you do something for me,” Dean says, reaching into his bag of tricks again. “You did your best to keep quiet, and I’m proud of you, but I think we can make things a little easier on you,” he explains, pulling out a red ball-gag.

Samandriel’s eyes go wide when he sees it.

“You trust me by now, don’t you, baby?” Dean murmurs, and Samandriel’s eyes flick back to his face.

“You know I do,” he replies without hesitation.

“Good,” Dean smiles. “So I’m going to trust you to clap if you need things to stop at any time, since you won’t be able to use your safeword,” he explains.

“Yes, Dean,” Samandriel answers.

“Show me how you’re going to clap for me now,” Dean murmurs, and Samandriel raises his hands, clapping them together a few times.

“Okay. Now let me put this on you,” he says, lifting the ball-gag over the top of Samandriel’s head. The kid obediently ducks his head for Dean to slip it on, opening his mouth for the ball before he’s even told to.

“Is that comfortable?” Dean checks as he adjusts the straps, and Samandriel nods. “Good. You look so perfect,” Dean can’t help but add, and he can see the pleased smile in Samandriel’s eyes even though his lips are stretched around the gag’s ball.

“Alright, sunshine. Now turn around and take off your panties, so you can sit on Dean-daddy’s cock,” Dean orders, unzipping his fly and pulling out his – still hard as rock – erection.

Samandriel’s breath speeds up in anticipation at that, and he immediately backs off the couch to turn himself around, bending over and giving Dean another eyeful of his perfect hole as he slides his panties down and off. Dean can’t help himself this time, darting forward to swipe his tongue over that cherry-flavored starburst, teasing it quickly before placing a kiss on it.

“Mmm, love your pretty hole Alfie-baby,” Dean murmurs in appreciation. “Do you love my dick?” he asks then, smirking, and Samandriel nods frantically in reply. “Then take it, baby,” Dean says, guiding him back onto it, and Samandriel sinks down, easy, with a sigh of satisfaction.

“Shhhh,” Dean reminds him, “Back to being quiet now,” Dean whispers into his ear, and Samandriel nods, already grinding lazily in his lap. “You feel so good, baby, damn,” Dean rumbles, letting the kid enjoy his fill, so warm and wet around him.

Samandriel’s cock is still too sensitive to play with – so the newly-studded nipples are out of the question too – but Dean works his way up to it, massaging the insides of Samandriel’s open thighs, playing with the pretty bows on his stockings as he sucks and nibbles at Samandriel’s neck, whispering filthy things into his ear. Before Dean even considers going for Samandriel’s nipples again, the kid’s already re-hardened, ready for more.

But Dean has big plans tonight, and it’s time to get serious. No more freebies. Dean pulls another strip of leather from his nearby bag, holding it up for Samandriel to see. Samandriel’s eyes widen when he recognizes what it is, and it’s no wonder. It’s already the most Dean’s ever bound the kid, with the leash and the gag preventing him from speaking, but Samandriel still nods his assent. It’s mostly meant to make things easier for Samandriel than to restrain him anyway. Dean slips the strap around the base of Samandriel’s cock, limiting his ability to come as well.

And it’s just in time too. Samandriel’s just settled into a lazy rhythm again, when Castiel comes through the door, his own puppy trailing behind him.

Inias is sight to see as he crawls into the room on all fours, led by the leash attached to the black collar around his neck. His naked skin bears the beautiful markings of Castiel’s work, red welts criss-crossed down his back and thighs, his cock strapped and bobbing heavily between his legs… and there’s a little leather dog-tail, sticking out of his rear, attached to the plug inserted in his hole.

But underneath all these adornments, Inias positively glows, blissed-out with endorphins and already so pliant he’s trusted Castiel to lead him through the hallways, completely naked, on his knees, and blindfolded.

Samandriel begins to breathe hard at the sight of him, confused, panicked, aroused. Dean croons to him, hushing and calming him until he’s no longer panting harshly through his gag. “Remember to keep quiet, baby boy. Trust us,” Dean reminds him, and eventually Samandriel nods.

On the other side of the room Castiel arches an eyebrow as he takes in the sight of them, right there in the middle of the room, where the two L-shaped couches meet – Dean’s cock buried inside Samandriel’s hole, the striped stockings, and the shiny new studs adorning nipples reddened from abuse, the sticky mess of Samandriel’s panties discarded on the floor – and smirks knowingly. “Hello, Dean.”

“Hey, angel,” Dean grins back. “That’s a pretty puppy you’ve got there.”

“Mmm,” Castiel hums in agreement. “Inias, be a good pet and sit up for my guests. Let them see you.”

Inias doesn’t reply with his usual ‘yes, sir’, having been instructed to not to speak as well, but promptly obeys nonetheless, sitting back on his haunches with his back-straight and chin up. In this position they can see the criss-cross welts all the way down Inias’ chest as well, right across his nipples, following the soft trail of hair to his cock, which juts out red and hard, straining against its bindings.

Samandriel squirms in Dean’s lap, clenching around him with desire and need, and Dean shudders out the groan that Samandriel isn’t allowed to.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Dean whispers in his ear. Samandriel nods, whining a little in his throat until Dean has to hush him again.

“Hands,” Castiel commands, lifting a pair of leather wrist-cuffs off the table of toys nearby – not as quick and easy as handcuffs, but more comfortable to wear over a long period of time. And it’s going to be a long night. Again, Inias promptly obeys, hands going to his back where Castiel is waiting to cuff them together, and the position makes him arch his back even further, presenting his chest to be played with.

It’s not an opportunity easily missed, and Castiel seems to thinks so too, because even though Cas has obviously spent plenty of time working Inias’ flesh already, the next thing he picks up is a flogger. Inias recognises the swish of leather through the air, though he can’t see it, and presents his chest even more in anticipation. As Castiel circles him, preparing to strike, Samandriel goes completely still in Dean’s lap, barely even breathing.

Castiel strikes. Not hard enough to make Inias cry out, but not softly either – not from the way the leather smacks loudly against the skin of Inias’ arm, and the way Inias hisses in response. Inias’ shoulders cop the brunt of Castiel’s first blows, reawakening Inias’ flesh to the pain of it, before Castiel circles around to the front again, retracing his path down Inias’ chest. By the time Castiel gets close to Inias’ nipples, Inias is already crying out at every blow, unrestrained and loud and needy.

He doesn’t beg, though. Not with the usual ‘please, sirs’ or ‘thank you, sirs’ anyway. Castiel must have instructed Inias not to speak as well, but from the desperation in Inias’ cries, perhaps Castiel has instructed him to beg in other ways.

Dean’s not sure what’s more of a turn-on, the polite and subservient begging, or this – to see someone who is usually so quiet and unassuming, become so wild and undone. And in front of an unknown audience nonetheless. Dean knows from experience that the blindfold has probably helped with that. It’s so much easier to let go when you can’t see who’s watching or what’s coming. Easier to become a creature purely of response, completely uninhibited.

No one is unaffected. Dean can see the outline of Castiel’s erection, thick in his pants, and Samandriel has begun to fuck himself harder on Dean’s cock. When Castiel finally strikes Inias’ nipples, Samandriel’s whole body shudders, and Dean has to hang onto him before he falls off the couch altogether. The slapping sound of Samandriel’s ass against Dean’s thighs becomes obscenely loud, but Inias either doesn’t hear it over his cries, or simply doesn’t care.

Dean grins. He begins to murmur in Samandriel’s ear, no longer concerned about the risk, telling Samandriel what a good little sub Inias is, how needy and perfect he is for it, what the filthy stretch of his mouth looks like around a thick cock, and the things he can do with his tongue, inside the rim of an open ass… When Samandriel begins grunting helplessly with every bounce on Dean’s cock, Dean doesn’t bother hushing him anymore either.

Finally, Castiel gets to Inias’ cock. Inias’ oh-so-responsive cock. All it takes is a grazing tease of the flogger’s tails against its length, and Inias nearly keels over, he shudders so hard. But Castiel steadies him, hushing him and murmuring soft praise in his ear as he gently reaches down to undo Inias’ strap. Dean reaches around Samandriel’s body to do the same.

“You watch,” Dean tells him. “See how sensitive his pretty cock is. Likes any kind of touch down there.”

Samandriel barely has time for a breathless nod, before Castiel strikes. Inias sobs, back arching and precome spurting out of his dick at the blow, and Samandriel whines at the sight, hips stuttering against Dean’s.

Dean braces an arm around Samandriel’s chest as he reaches down with the other, loosely pumping Samandriel’s length. It won’t take much now.

Another strike, another choked cry, and Samandriel sobs in sympathy against his gag, straining against Dean’s hold like he almost wants to leap off of Dean’s lap. Maybe he does. Dean’s not sure if Samandriel’s aware he’s doing it, but he’s breathing in time with Inias now, chest heaving deep gulps of air in the same rhythm. Dean’s not even sure Samandriel knows how he’s rubbing his nipples against Dean’s arm as well, the friction tugging and pulling at the piercings with every breath. He definitely won’t last much longer at this rate. Neither will Dean if he doesn’t slow down.

“Cas,” Dean growls over the kid’s shoulder, catching Castiel’s eye.

Cas nods, understanding, and turns to Inias again.

This time, when Castiel whips the flogger against Inias’ cock, he doesn’t give Inias the space to catch his breath. This time he keeps striking, repeatedly, until Inias comes, spurting thickly over the ends of the flogger with a sobbing wail.

And just as Dean knew he would, Samandriel loses it as well, coming all over Dean’s hand as his ass clenches around Dean’s cock.

Dean nearly blows his load too, it feels so damn good. But he holds off, focused entirely on Samandriel.

“Did you hear that?” he whispers once Samandriel comes back to himself again.

Samandriel nods, still breathless, but wide-eyed.

“He does that every time,” Dean whispers into his ear.

Samandriel’s eyes fly to his, stunned and disbelieving.

“I wouldn’t lie to you about this baby boy, I swear,” Dean smiles, soft and sincere. “Every time he comes, he calls out your name.”

Dean feels the way Samandriel breath stutters at that, shaky in his chest, and the kid whips around to look at Inias again, wanting so desperately to believe.

“Trust me, doll, it was no fluke,” Dean whispers. “He can’t see a thing through that blindfold.”

Samandriel whimpers as it finally hits him, his eyes welling up with emotion, and Dean holds him through it, soothing him as it sinks in. He tracks Inias’ every movement with longing, disbelief giving way to confusion and frustration, and Dean can almost hear the unspoken question – Why didn’t he tell me?

Dean sighs, rubbing Samandriel’s arms in silence, letting the kid process. It gives Dean the chance he needs to catch his breath as well, slow down a little without stopping altogether. Samandriel never pulled off after he came, still sitting snugly on Dean’s cock and keeping it warm, letting Dean enjoy the aftershocks of his climax as well. And now that Samandriel is quieting down, Dean can afford to watch what’s happening on the other side of the room again.

Inias seems to have recovered from his climax as well, nuzzling gratefully into Castiel’s crotch as usual, silently begging to return the favor. Castiel glances in Dean’s direction, catching his eye again, and he gives Cas the go ahead with a small nod.

Castiel doesn’t even order Inias undo his pants for him. He just unzips his fly, pulling his erection free from the tight confines of his pants, and presses it to Inias’ lips. Inias doesn’t need more instruction than that, and he immediately opens his mouth, taking it in. Castiel throws his head back with a gasp, fingers threading through the back Inias’ hair as Inias suckles him, loose and open, still lazy with afterglow.

At first, Cas doesn’t push for more than that, so both Dean and Samandriel can still see the hint of a blissful smile on Inias’ face as he plays with Castiel’s flesh – lapping at its slit, circling the head, mouthing his balls – until finally Castiel starts fucking in, and they can see the outline of Castiel’s cock, deep in Inias’ throat.

Castiel’s groans tell them how good it is. So good, that Samandriel releases an audible sob as he watches, desperate and wanting, now he knows his feelings for Inias are returned. But if all Dean wanted to do was clue the kid in, they wouldn’t have had to come to the The Pit to do it.

Thankfully the sound doesn’t give Samandriel away, probably too unrecognizable, even if Inias wasn’t so thoroughly focused on Castiel’s cock. But it still catches Castiel’s attention, reminding him that he has an audience, and he pulls himself out of Inias’ throat, turning towards the tool-table again.

Inias’ mouth is left gaping open around heavy breaths, as if wanting to be filled, his lips a puffy-red and shiny with spit and slick. Cas slides his thumb in between them, hooking Inias by the mouth and tugging until Inias is sitting up straight again, back arched with his chest on display. His nipples are still full and dark, throbbing with arousal, but Castiel still pinches them, twisting and pulling on the nubs to be sure.

Samandriel squeezes around Dean’s cock at that, and Dean knows the kid must be feeling sympathetic stirrings, the nipples being such a sensitive part of his own body. For a second, Dean’s tempted to play with them again, but when Castiel attaches the first nipple clamp to one of Inias’ buds, Dean thinks better of it. Samandriel’s already squirming enough as it is, and Dean doesn’t want to come just yet. It only gets worse when Castiel runs the chain connecting the clamps through the ring at the front of Inias’ collar, before attaching the other one, and they can clearly see how the clamps pull and tug at Inias’ nipples with the barest movements of his body. Samandriel can barely contain himself.

“Why don’t you bring your puppy over here, angel-face?” Dean says, urging things along. “We’ve got some more cocks for him to suck on if he wants.”

Inias starts breathing heavier at that, clearly aroused by the idea, and Samandriel begins panting as well, already beginning to harden again. Dean huffs an amused laugh at the refractory time of youth and young love.

Castiel shares Dean’s amusement, smirking as he takes Inias’ leash in his hand. “Walk,” he orders, and Inias’ obeys the command as Castiel has previously instructed him to – on all fours. Only this time, every movement tugs at the clamps on his nipples, and his breath hitches and gasps with every pull.

“That’s it, my pet,” Castiel croons, “You’re doing very well.”

“Yeah, right this way,” Dean rumbles, “Follow my voice like a good puppy,” he says, among other things, giving Inias a steady stream of filth to follow until he’s right between Dean’s legs.

“Sit,” Castiel commands then, pulling gently on Inias’ leash, and when Inias sits back on his knees, tilting his face up, it’s right in front of Dean’s crotch. The crotch that Samandriel is currently sitting on, frozen, breath held as he stares down at Inias with wide, unblinking eyes.

“Good puppy,” Dean grins, taking Samandriel’s half-hard penis in his hand. “Now come get your bone,” he says, angling Samandriel’s erection towards Inias’ waiting lips. Inias senses the movement in front of his face, and dips his tongue out, searching for it. He makes contact with Samandriel’s head, and the kid sucks in a sharp breath as Inias licks up the pearling slit, before pressing a soft kiss to the tip. And from there, Inias pushes down, letting Samandriel’s dick part his lips as he takes it in his mouth.

Samandriel bucks in Dean’s lap then, and Dean has to grab onto his thighs, holding him firm to keep him from gagging Inias. Samandriel whines, but makes an effort to keep himself still, turning his head away and clenching his eyes shut, as if minimizing the sensory onslaught might help, or maybe just too overcome with emotion. Dean thinks it might be the latter, by the way Samandriel begins to tremble, breath shuddering in his chest. So Dean begins to talk again, filling Samandriel’s ear with filth enough to distract him.

After Samandriel’s initial reaction though, Inias senses that the full treatment is too much, too soon, and eases back a little, merely lapping at Samandriel’s cock instead of sucking it down entirely. It’s still enough to get Samandriel fully hard again, in barely any time at all. And once Inias gets a taste of the leftover come on Samandriel’s skin, he makes it his mission to clean it all up, lapping gently at Samandriel’s stomach, all the way down to where it’s dripped from his balls.

“Did you like that bone, puppy?” Dean asks, and Inias moans happily around Samandriel’s testicles. “Yeah, you did, didn’t you?” Dean smirks. “Keep following the come-trail, sweetheart, and you’ll find another one waiting for you,” he orders.

Inias groans at that, immediately tonguing his way behind Samandriel’s balls and sucking at his perineum. And when Inias slurps his way further downwards, lapping at the rim of Samandriel’s hole, he finds Dean’s cock, still buried thick inside it.

Something like a happy yelp escapes Inias’ throat at the discovery, and Dean imagines Inias’ little dog-tail slapping against his thighs from the excited way he wiggles.

“Tell you what, puppy. Lick that hole nice and deep first, and then you can have your other bone,” Dean says. Finally, he pulls his dick out, and Inias immediately finds his way into Samandriel’s hole, taking advantage of its stretched-out gape to tongue-fuck it thoroughly.

Samandriel throws his head back and keens, gasping through his gag, and there’s an answering moan from where Cas is standing to the side, stripped down and fisting his cock as he watches. Dean sends him a knowing wink as he tightens his hold around Samandriel’s writhing body.

“Does that real good, doesn’t he?” Dean rumbles in Samandriel’s ear, and the kid sobs in response, gasping breathlessly as he nods. Dean’s long past worried about him keeping quiet, as the sounds he’s making through his gag are barely human anymore. And he doesn’t have to worry about Inias recognizing Samandriel by scent either, thanks to the scent of cherry-flavored lube and come overwhelming everything else.

“Dean,” Castiel moans brokenly, panting in envy as Samandriel’s eyes begin to roll from the intensity of Inias’ rim-job.

“Okay, puppy, that’s a good boy. You can have your bone now,” Dean says, pulling Samandriel off Inias’ tongue. Inias immediately starts licking downwards again, searching for Dean’s cockhead and lapping eagerly at it when he finds it. But Dean isn’t Samandriel, and he can take more than that, so he pushes his dick past Inias’ lips into his mouth, and Inias gladly takes it down his throat at the urging. Dean groans, wondering just how much more sweetly Inias would suck on his cock if he knew it had just been inside Samandriel’s ass… And maybe Dean can’t take much more than that, because he has to pull out again at the thought.

Inias is persistent though, still lapping and suckling anything he can get his lips on. It isn’t long before Dean feels Inias’ tongue in his hole, and he curses at the sensation, head thunking against the wall behind him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s good,” Dean groans, and Samandriel whines in his lap as he watches. Dean grits his teeth, reaching towards the bag still sitting beside him on the couch, and pulls out a vibrator. Samandriel sighs happily when Dean slides it into his hole, squirming and squeezing around it in his ass.

“Take him, Cas. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” Dean growls, handing over the end of Samandriel’s leash. Castiel nods, taking it from his hand and tugging gently on it until Samandriel crawls off of Dean’s lap to the end of the couch. There, Castiel attaches the leash to a hook in the wall, securing Samandriel in the corner with a full view of the room. Castiel then re-straps him, giving him firm orders not to play with himself, before turning the vibrator on.

Dean already has another vibrator out by the time Castiel returns to him, which Cas uses to replace the little dog-tail plug in Inias’ ass. And when Cas turns it on, Inias begins sucking desperately at Dean’s hole, moaning loudly at the stimulation, and the vibrations of Inias’ groans against his hole make Dean smash his head back again.

“Fuck, Cas! I can’t take it anymore,” Dean gasps, “I need to be fucked!”

Castiel’s eyes flare possessively at that, and he grabs onto Inias’ leash, pulling him away. He leads Inias to the other corner of the room – as quickly as Inias can bear to crawl with the vibrator inside him, prodding at him with every movement – and secures him to another hook in the wall there.

Dean’s already got an assfull of lube by the time Castiel returns to climb on top of him, and another handful waiting for Castiel’s dick. In the same motion Dean rubs it on him, while lining Cas up, and then Dean’s being filled with Castiel’s meat, fucked deep and hard in Castiel’s familiar rhythm.

“Fuck, angel, yeah! Just like that!” Dean cries out, spreading wide for it. It must be obvious how badly he needs it, because Cas hasn’t wasted any time messing around, straight away going for the right angle. Or maybe Cas just reads him that well.

Dean rewards him for it, reaching between them to roughly fondle Cas’ nipples, kneading and twisting them, flicking at his nipple ring. A long whine comes from Samandriel’s corner of the room at that, and Dean chuckles breathlessly, sending the kid a wink. Knowing he has the kid’s full attention, Dean turns back to Cas, giving his unpierced nipple a slap and making him cry out.

“C’mon, Cas, fuck me,” he growls, pinching the stinging bud. “Make me come,” he orders, before slapping it again.

“Yes, Dean!” Cas cries out, his hips immediately snapping into Dean even harder as he reaches down to strip Dean’s cock, almost painfully tight.

“Yeah! Yeah, Cas! That’s it! Come on!” Dean gasps, continuing to twist and slap the hard little buds until Castiel is a mess of grunts and cries between his legs; ‘Yes, Dean! Yes, Dean! Yes!’

Dean doesn’t last much longer. Not after he’s spent so much of the night with Samandriel sitting on his dick. He comes with a shout, legs twitching and kicking out as he pulls hard on Castiel’s nips.

Cas collapses over him afterwards, burying his face in Dean’s neck and clutching onto Dean’s shoulders as he strives towards his own completion. And Dean holds him close, murmuring encouragement in his ear as Cas’ thrusts become sharp and fast and desperate.

“Yeah, angel, you did so good. Made me come so hard,” he croons, sated and soft, in total contrast to the frantic stabbing of Castiel’s hips. “Love it when you fuck me. Love you,” he adds, pressing a tender kiss into Castiel’s hair. “C’mon and come for me, baby. Fill me up.”

As if it was another command, Castiel obeys, his body locking up with a shout as he buries his seed deep in Dean’s ass.

And when Castiel finally regains his breath, he returns Dean’s murmurs of love and adoration, in between kisses slow and soft.

~ tbc