SPN: Damage Control
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Contains: BDSM, sex
Ratings: NC17
Summary: Dean's close to snapping, and Castiel knows exactly how to deal with it.
Notes: No spoilers, since I'm not caught up with canon. You know who Castiel is, you're pretty much good to go.
"What do you even want?" Dean asks, close to snapping. It feels like he's been beaten, there are so many aches and pains he can't even begin to quantify, and he's tired, bone-tired, and he feels like his hands have stayed knotted up into fists most of the day as he tries to keep from hitting people, and Cas -- Cas is just hanging over him, there whenever he turns his head.
"I want you," Cas says, simply, which is actually just more maddening -- until he steps in closer, puts his hand firm on Dean's shoulder, near the handprint, near that mark of, what, ownership? is that what it is now? and makes him turn with enough pressure that Dean knows he could make it hurt. "I want you to be mine," he says, which, duh, but he doesn't stop there, of course not, and his voice is lower and deeper and rougher already, "I want to put you on your knees, and fuck your mouth until you're desperate to swallow my come -- I know you, Dean, don't think I don't know these things -- and I want to deny you what you want, make you wait for it, make you squirm."
"Cas," Dean says, dry-mouthed now, already getting hard, the head of his cock rubbing sticky against the inside of his boxers.
Castiel's hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his head, cupping it, fingers buried in his hair, and Dean tips his head back into it helplessly. "I want to fuck you," he says, then, and yeah, Dean's hard, aching already, because it's been a while. "But I won't do that until you're begging, Dean. I want you to beg. I want you to beg and I want you to thank me for every touch, thank me for bruising your hips and marking your neck and leaving you raw. You like feeling me, don't you?"
"Yes," Dean whispers.
"I want to do all of that, Dean, and if you're good enough," and here Dean's breath sobs in his throat, "I'll fuck you, fuck you the way you want to, let you feel the ache of it when I first push inside. I'll fuck you 'til you're crying for me to let you come, until you can't hold anything back."
Dean shudders, reaching out, clutching at Castiel like a lifeline. "Cas -- "
"But right now," he says, in that same measured tone, even though he's fucking destroying Dean, "I would settle for you shutting up."
Which, yeah, okay, but only because there are more important things to be doing with his mouth right now.
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Main characters: Dean, Castiel
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Contains: BDSM, sex
Ratings: NC17
Summary: Dean's close to snapping, and Castiel knows exactly how to deal with it.
Notes: No spoilers, since I'm not caught up with canon. You know who Castiel is, you're pretty much good to go.
"What do you even want?" Dean asks, close to snapping. It feels like he's been beaten, there are so many aches and pains he can't even begin to quantify, and he's tired, bone-tired, and he feels like his hands have stayed knotted up into fists most of the day as he tries to keep from hitting people, and Cas -- Cas is just hanging over him, there whenever he turns his head.
"I want you," Cas says, simply, which is actually just more maddening -- until he steps in closer, puts his hand firm on Dean's shoulder, near the handprint, near that mark of, what, ownership? is that what it is now? and makes him turn with enough pressure that Dean knows he could make it hurt. "I want you to be mine," he says, which, duh, but he doesn't stop there, of course not, and his voice is lower and deeper and rougher already, "I want to put you on your knees, and fuck your mouth until you're desperate to swallow my come -- I know you, Dean, don't think I don't know these things -- and I want to deny you what you want, make you wait for it, make you squirm."
"Cas," Dean says, dry-mouthed now, already getting hard, the head of his cock rubbing sticky against the inside of his boxers.
Castiel's hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his head, cupping it, fingers buried in his hair, and Dean tips his head back into it helplessly. "I want to fuck you," he says, then, and yeah, Dean's hard, aching already, because it's been a while. "But I won't do that until you're begging, Dean. I want you to beg. I want you to beg and I want you to thank me for every touch, thank me for bruising your hips and marking your neck and leaving you raw. You like feeling me, don't you?"
"Yes," Dean whispers.
"I want to do all of that, Dean, and if you're good enough," and here Dean's breath sobs in his throat, "I'll fuck you, fuck you the way you want to, let you feel the ache of it when I first push inside. I'll fuck you 'til you're crying for me to let you come, until you can't hold anything back."
Dean shudders, reaching out, clutching at Castiel like a lifeline. "Cas -- "
"But right now," he says, in that same measured tone, even though he's fucking destroying Dean, "I would settle for you shutting up."
Which, yeah, okay, but only because there are more important things to be doing with his mouth right now.
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth. I would prefer people to comment and subscribe to me there, if you already have an account; I'll happily share Dreamwidth invites, if you want to make an account. Comments aren't disabled here on LJ, though.