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winchester_lost

Before the Showdown

Jul 01, 2011 04:40

It was the night before. Tomorrow they were moving out, and they were going to take the Colt and try to kill Lucifer. Kill Sam. He still didn't like the thought. He understood that in this time Sam was Lucifer's vessel, and he liked to think that he'd done everything he could to find another solution ( Read more... )

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winchester_lost July 2 2011, 01:09:58 UTC

Dean watched Cas as the man sat up slowly on his hips. The way his body moved was languid, sexual. Confidence, knowledge, desire, and Dean found that silent self-assurance absolutely enthralling. Cas moving above him, rolling his hips, making Dean groan as he pressed their erections firmly together through the layers of their clothes. It was hot, made him jerk, pressing into the pressure, the friction ( ... )

seekthesilence July 2 2011, 08:11:30 UTC

He'd missed this, missed playing off of Dean and the way he reacted, the way he gave himself over so completely. With him, there never had to be any bullshit, the new age mumbo jumbo that didn't even make a lick of sense. Dean didn't need to be lured into bed, because this was where he wanted to be. And they'd been together long enough that it wasn't really just an escape. It had always been more than that.

Yanking his jeans down from his hips, the trail of kisses stopped at the base of his cock and his hand caught it again, curled around his length as he let his lips drag along it, slowly, and he kept eye contact because he wanted to watch Dean watching him. He wanted to see the heavy, half-lidded expression that was all undisguised lust.

He let his tongue drag over the head, licking him slowly and then again, more intently, and he closed his lips around it and sucked. He leaned his free hand against Dean's hip, holding him down, aware that in just a few seconds of not getting quite enough, Dean's hips were going to buck to get

winchester_lost July 2 2011, 08:36:59 UTC

Dean was floor, caught up in all of this with delicious anticipation, watching Cas intently with lust-dark, half-lidded eyes as the man kissed down Dean's torso. Kisses stopping at the base of his erection, and he groaned, murmured as fingers curled around it. Cas shifted, lips sliding slowly against his cock, and Dean's head fell to the side, still watching him, watching Cas's blue eyes that looked up at him. Lips touching against his cock, and he wanted this so much.

Cas had always been special. In the back of the Impala, he could feel his Light, through touches, through the way he pressed fingers against that burn that still marked his arm. This Cas was human, didn't have that feeling of Light bleeding through his pores, and yet, he was still special. Even intoxicated and sexual and impossibly human, there was still something about Cas that drew him in more than just the prospect of sex ( ... )

seekthesilence July 2 2011, 08:45:54 UTC

Cas wanted everything. Stoned as he was, he shouldn't feel like this, shouldn't want everything all at once, shouldn't feel like he was falling, rushing headlong into this. It was supposed to be slow and methodical, heavy and easy and liquid. But then, he'd missed Dean, and it had been years, years that seemed far longer than they should have seemed, longer than they were before he was human. It had been so long since he'd had Dean stretched out and naked before him, and he wanted everything, he wanted him in his mouth, squirming on the sea of pillows, and he wanted him on all fours as he fucked him, wanted him against the wall with legs tight around his waist. He wanted Dean's pretty lips wrapped around him, wanted to hear the rough, low way he groaned with his mouth full ( ... )

winchester_lost July 2 2011, 09:09:03 UTC

It was good. It was almost too good. It was as if Cas knew him better than anyone ever had, knew just how he liked it, the way his cheeks hollowed and tongue slid against the vein as he slid back up, fingers curled around the base. His heart was pounding, his breath coming fast, and Cas had hardly even started. It was hard to keep focused, to keep watching him, when it was so good. His toes curling, his body trembling as Cas clearly abused the fact that he knew what Dean liked, knew exactly how he liked this. And then Cas was sliding down again, and Dean moaned as fingers moved between his thighs, touching his balls, and then further. Just a threat, a hint of suggestion at touching his entrance that didn't quite materialize ( ... )

seekthesilence July 2 2011, 09:27:22 UTC

As much as he wanted to keep this up and feel Dean's climax between his lips, to taste it and watch, hands on his hips and thighs as he trembled and shook apart, he wanted to be inside him just as much. Perhaps more, because he knew that as loud as Dean was like this, as full of shaking motion, he was louder and more squirmy when he was inside him. Dean didn't just love to be fucked, he craved it, needed it. When it had been too long, he could tell, could feel it in the way his hips moved to try and take what he wanted, trying to tempt fingers to press inside him. He could hear it in the way he cried out. It had just been a few days, according to Dean, but he could tell, he could feel that he was desperate to lose himself in it ( ... )

winchester_lost July 2 2011, 13:45:55 UTC

Dean was too lost in the sensations, in the feel of Cas' mouth gliding over his cock, the way his tongue felt, to catch what Cas was doing. He didn't notice the way the man pulled lube from the pile of pillows, smearing it over his fingers. Dean didn't have the slightest inkling about what Cas was up to until those lube-slick fingers touched against his skin, gliding down until they were brushing against his entrance. Dean whined, his body squirming, his hips bucking as he tried to press back against that teasing hint of pressure ( ... )

seekthesilence July 2 2011, 18:28:48 UTC

Dean was being so good. He knew that sometimes it was hard for him to obey, sometimes he forgot if he'd been told to keep his hands up and away and would reach down to fist a hand in Cas' hair. But he wasn't, he hadn't forgotten. He saw his arms shaking with the strain, with the things he was feeling and the effort it took not to move. Cas smiled slowly, made obscene because he was looking up at Dean past his saliva slick erection ( ... )

winchester_lost July 2 2011, 19:17:55 UTC

Dean was trying to behave, to play to Cas' demands, but not touching was hard, so very hard. His hands trembling, clutching against his wrists in desperate need to hold onto something. He wanted so much to glide his fingers through Cas' raven hair, or clutch hard against firm shoulders. Holding onto that thought, having to fight his urges to obey Cas' demand. And yet, somehow, there was just something about Cas that made listening feel like the right choice ( ... )

seekthesilence July 3 2011, 07:33:01 UTC

Cas lingered there, pressed on, taking a moment to collect himself before swallowing again and taking him deeper, nose brushing up against Dean's body. It was worth it. Dean was so out of control, so loud, so desperately wanton. He stroked his prostate slowly, trying to build up his pleasure, bring it in tight and hot before he pulled everything away because he wanted Dean breathless and screaming for it when he took him ( ... )