Love Letters and Worse (Supernatural, Balthazar/Castiel, NC17)
Title: Love Letters and Worse
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Balthazar/Castiel
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1534
Summary: Balthazar loved to tease Castiel in public; it was easier to do so in Enochian.
Author's Notes: Originally written for blindfold_spn for the request Castiel/Balthazar, semi-public sex, wing!kink, dirty talk.
Castiel was a delight to torment. Despite his pretence of being more righteous than the rest of them, he could be as prissy and uptight as any mortal.
Even in his more traditionally angelic days, Balthazar had observed enough to know that once you had let someone fuck you, there was little point in pretending to be a prude around them. Balthazar had heard Castiel cursing in his ear, seen him squirming and begging for more, had tasted the curves of his arse and swallowed his come.
Castiel's refusal to acknowledge the sexual elements of their relationship in public only made it more tempting to tease him in front of others, and Balthazar had never been good at resisting temptation.
"Sam, Dean, delightful as always," Balthazar greeted cheerfully as he interrupted Castiel's little holiday to Earth, curious to see what they had roped him into now. Nothing suicidal this time from the look of it, just a parchment scroll that needed reading, though that didn't mean Balthazar had to approve of their using him as their pet Enochian translator.
"Why linger here to be ordered around by apes when I have a bed with your name on it?"
Castiel tensed, the barest hint of a smile twisting his lips before he returned to his usual solemn self. "Nothing of yours has my name on it."
"I could get a tattoo."
"Hey, English would be helpful," Dean bitched, and Balthazar snorted, rubbed a hand down Castiel's back as he leaned over to try and assist in reading the scroll the humans were so intent on understanding.
"Ah, something of interest for once." Angelic script, yes, but whoever had drawn on the parchment had appalling handwriting. Likely because, given their choice of words and theme, they had probably been writing with one hand. "I doubt you have any knowledge of a second language, but it's a lot easier to read the second when you're speaking the second," Balthazar replied, casually irritable while he provided an excuse for their Enochian exchanges so Castiel wouldn't have to.
"Stop it," Castiel ordered as Balthazar's hand strayed from his back up into his feathers. Light and teasing, nothing too obvious in front of Castiel's human friends, but enough to make his intentions clear.
"Why should I?" Balthazar frowned when he felt several pinions that weren't correctly aligned. "You ruined me. I was perfectly happy with drug-fuelled orgies until you came back into my life."
"Do I make you miserable?"
"No," Balthazar said, taking a step backwards to see the full extent of the damage. It didn't appear to be anything too severe on closer observation, just the result of carelessness and a lack of proper grooming; as long as Castiel held still and he used both hands it would be simple enough to zip the feathers back into place. "Not as long as you're happy to wrap your legs around my neck."
Castiel's fingertips gripped the table in front of him tight enough to leave marks as Balthazar set to work. It was good to have an excuse to lay his hands on another set of wings for once, familiar in a way he had started to miss after so long away from Heaven, discarding the feathers that were loose beyond saving and straightening those that had only dislodged slightly. "You may be dealing with a witch," Castiel said to the Winchesters, controlling his breathlessness admirably, "But whatever curses they are using did not come from this."
"What is it then?"
"Tell them, Castiel," Balthazar urged, sliding the last feather back into place before leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to them. "It's tame by our standards."
Dean was all eyes on Castiel, as usual, but Sam gave Balthazar a look that said quite clearly he knew what was going on.
"It's a letter between lovers," Castiel said, shivering when Balthazar moved his fingers down to the base of his wings and teased the sensitive tissue where they met his back with his fingertips.
"And, what, they're saying hello? Why keep a letter that isn't even interesting?"
Castiel blushed faintly, and Balthazar grinned, answered for him. "It's more the James Joyce sort of love letter." Sam went pale, but Dean still looked confused. "I'll be kind and assume you have at least heard of nephilim. One of our brothers in the distant past is telling a human girl how he can't wait to part her fat thighs again and run his tongue over her swollen cun-"
"We get it, we get it," Sam interrupted quickly, snatching the parchment off the table and rolling it up. "Back to the drawing board. Come on, Dean."
Dean narrowed his eyes, following Sam out with some reluctance, and Castiel exhaled dramatically before turning and punching Balthazar in the face. "You deserved that."
"Kinky," Balthazar replied, grabbing Castiel's arse and pulling him close. "Whips, chains, or both?"
Castiel was quick to will their clothes away with a thought, only taking flight after stripping them both, which could have been entertaining had either Winchester decided they had forgotten something in the living room. The annoyance at a missed opportunity for entertainment didn't last long though given Castiel's flight took them to Balthazar's latest home. It didn't take long for Castiel to find the bed, or for Balthazar to find himself roughly shoved down into deliciously soft sheets.
"You will make up for what you did to me back there," Castiel snapped, summoning lube to his palm and fingering himself open before settling in Balthazar's lap. "Starting now."
Balthazar guided his cock inside Castiel with practised ease before shifting his grip to Castiel's hips, taking over the hard work by setting a rhythm. Any physical strain was rewarded by the sight of Castiel fisting his own erection, leaking precome over his fingers and making it obvious just how wound up Balthazar's actions had already left him.
Castiel preferred to ride in most circumstances but Balthazar had a much better idea about how to take care of him on this occasion, wrapped his arms around Castiel's hips and rolled over on the bed before thrusting back in hard. Any confusion in Castiel's expression at the reversal of their positions swiftly dissolved as Balthazar used the change to bury his hands in Castiel's wings without losing his balance.
"Oh, I, I, yes," Castiel said, senseless at the addition of a third sensation. Balthazar would have envied him, were it not for the fact he could not imagine anything that would honestly top being buried inside Castiel.
"That's it, tell me what I do to you," Balthazar said, leaning over and nipping at Castiel's jaw, at his lower lip, licking at Castiel's tongue when it slid over the bitten lip to soothe it. "You were a virgin when we met, how long were you waiting for this?"
"Please," Castiel hissed, seeming to have forgotten how to speak, most of his attempts at words coming out in breathless whines.
"Did you finger yourself? Did you stroke your cock? Who did you think of?" Balthazar lifted Castiel up just enough to let his hands grip the base of Castiel's wings and scratch them roughly. "Did you think of me?"
Castiel shuddered and arched before punching Balthazar in the chest, catching him off guard long enough to roll them back over so he could ride Balthazar hard, fisting his cock with more force than Balthazar would ever dare. "Yes," Castiel replied, "Yes, Balthazar, yes, you, always -"
Balthazar felt Castiel's orgasm more than he saw it, caught up in the tightening of Castiel around his own cock and coming hard enough he could almost taste his heartbeat.
"Yes," Castiel repeated, hands gripping Balthazar's shoulders tight as he settled, the come that had had spilt out of him in thick bursts at the start now a slight dribble, leaving a cold pool on Balthazar's stomach. "Yes. Always you."
"Thank you," Balthazar replied, almost cursing himself for it the instant it slipped past his lips.
Castiel cleaned them both with two quick touches before slumping down against him, resting the stubbled cheek of his vessel against the smooth chest of Balthazar's own. "You don't need to prove your worth to the Winchesters," Castiel said, far too thoughtful for someone who had just come as far as Balthazar was concerned.
"I don't care what they think. I care that they take up your time."
"Then you don't need to be jealous." Castiel tilted his head up to look at Balthazar, no smile on his face, but his expression sweet nonetheless. "I love them, but they're very young."
"You like an angel with experience."
"I like an angel," Castiel corrected, and Balthazar swore softly under his breath, knowing what that look meant. He'd caught himself giving it to Castiel all too many times before.
Balthazar slid a hand into Castiel's hair and ruffled it, tossing his own head back against the pillows to give his neck a chance to rest. Even if he'd wanted Castiel to share his feelings for a long time, there was a war going on; actually sharing them could very easily prove impractical.
Impractical, but worthwhile. How very human of them both.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Balthazar/Castiel
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1534
Summary: Balthazar loved to tease Castiel in public; it was easier to do so in Enochian.
Author's Notes: Originally written for blindfold_spn for the request Castiel/Balthazar, semi-public sex, wing!kink, dirty talk.
Castiel was a delight to torment. Despite his pretence of being more righteous than the rest of them, he could be as prissy and uptight as any mortal.
Even in his more traditionally angelic days, Balthazar had observed enough to know that once you had let someone fuck you, there was little point in pretending to be a prude around them. Balthazar had heard Castiel cursing in his ear, seen him squirming and begging for more, had tasted the curves of his arse and swallowed his come.
Castiel's refusal to acknowledge the sexual elements of their relationship in public only made it more tempting to tease him in front of others, and Balthazar had never been good at resisting temptation.
"Sam, Dean, delightful as always," Balthazar greeted cheerfully as he interrupted Castiel's little holiday to Earth, curious to see what they had roped him into now. Nothing suicidal this time from the look of it, just a parchment scroll that needed reading, though that didn't mean Balthazar had to approve of their using him as their pet Enochian translator.
"Why linger here to be ordered around by apes when I have a bed with your name on it?"
Castiel tensed, the barest hint of a smile twisting his lips before he returned to his usual solemn self. "Nothing of yours has my name on it."
"I could get a tattoo."
"Hey, English would be helpful," Dean bitched, and Balthazar snorted, rubbed a hand down Castiel's back as he leaned over to try and assist in reading the scroll the humans were so intent on understanding.
"Ah, something of interest for once." Angelic script, yes, but whoever had drawn on the parchment had appalling handwriting. Likely because, given their choice of words and theme, they had probably been writing with one hand. "I doubt you have any knowledge of a second language, but it's a lot easier to read the second when you're speaking the second," Balthazar replied, casually irritable while he provided an excuse for their Enochian exchanges so Castiel wouldn't have to.
"Stop it," Castiel ordered as Balthazar's hand strayed from his back up into his feathers. Light and teasing, nothing too obvious in front of Castiel's human friends, but enough to make his intentions clear.
"Why should I?" Balthazar frowned when he felt several pinions that weren't correctly aligned. "You ruined me. I was perfectly happy with drug-fuelled orgies until you came back into my life."
"Do I make you miserable?"
"No," Balthazar said, taking a step backwards to see the full extent of the damage. It didn't appear to be anything too severe on closer observation, just the result of carelessness and a lack of proper grooming; as long as Castiel held still and he used both hands it would be simple enough to zip the feathers back into place. "Not as long as you're happy to wrap your legs around my neck."
Castiel's fingertips gripped the table in front of him tight enough to leave marks as Balthazar set to work. It was good to have an excuse to lay his hands on another set of wings for once, familiar in a way he had started to miss after so long away from Heaven, discarding the feathers that were loose beyond saving and straightening those that had only dislodged slightly. "You may be dealing with a witch," Castiel said to the Winchesters, controlling his breathlessness admirably, "But whatever curses they are using did not come from this."
"What is it then?"
"Tell them, Castiel," Balthazar urged, sliding the last feather back into place before leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to them. "It's tame by our standards."
Dean was all eyes on Castiel, as usual, but Sam gave Balthazar a look that said quite clearly he knew what was going on.
"It's a letter between lovers," Castiel said, shivering when Balthazar moved his fingers down to the base of his wings and teased the sensitive tissue where they met his back with his fingertips.
"And, what, they're saying hello? Why keep a letter that isn't even interesting?"
Castiel blushed faintly, and Balthazar grinned, answered for him. "It's more the James Joyce sort of love letter." Sam went pale, but Dean still looked confused. "I'll be kind and assume you have at least heard of nephilim. One of our brothers in the distant past is telling a human girl how he can't wait to part her fat thighs again and run his tongue over her swollen cun-"
"We get it, we get it," Sam interrupted quickly, snatching the parchment off the table and rolling it up. "Back to the drawing board. Come on, Dean."
Dean narrowed his eyes, following Sam out with some reluctance, and Castiel exhaled dramatically before turning and punching Balthazar in the face. "You deserved that."
"Kinky," Balthazar replied, grabbing Castiel's arse and pulling him close. "Whips, chains, or both?"
Castiel was quick to will their clothes away with a thought, only taking flight after stripping them both, which could have been entertaining had either Winchester decided they had forgotten something in the living room. The annoyance at a missed opportunity for entertainment didn't last long though given Castiel's flight took them to Balthazar's latest home. It didn't take long for Castiel to find the bed, or for Balthazar to find himself roughly shoved down into deliciously soft sheets.
"You will make up for what you did to me back there," Castiel snapped, summoning lube to his palm and fingering himself open before settling in Balthazar's lap. "Starting now."
Balthazar guided his cock inside Castiel with practised ease before shifting his grip to Castiel's hips, taking over the hard work by setting a rhythm. Any physical strain was rewarded by the sight of Castiel fisting his own erection, leaking precome over his fingers and making it obvious just how wound up Balthazar's actions had already left him.
Castiel preferred to ride in most circumstances but Balthazar had a much better idea about how to take care of him on this occasion, wrapped his arms around Castiel's hips and rolled over on the bed before thrusting back in hard. Any confusion in Castiel's expression at the reversal of their positions swiftly dissolved as Balthazar used the change to bury his hands in Castiel's wings without losing his balance.
"Oh, I, I, yes," Castiel said, senseless at the addition of a third sensation. Balthazar would have envied him, were it not for the fact he could not imagine anything that would honestly top being buried inside Castiel.
"That's it, tell me what I do to you," Balthazar said, leaning over and nipping at Castiel's jaw, at his lower lip, licking at Castiel's tongue when it slid over the bitten lip to soothe it. "You were a virgin when we met, how long were you waiting for this?"
"Please," Castiel hissed, seeming to have forgotten how to speak, most of his attempts at words coming out in breathless whines.
"Did you finger yourself? Did you stroke your cock? Who did you think of?" Balthazar lifted Castiel up just enough to let his hands grip the base of Castiel's wings and scratch them roughly. "Did you think of me?"
Castiel shuddered and arched before punching Balthazar in the chest, catching him off guard long enough to roll them back over so he could ride Balthazar hard, fisting his cock with more force than Balthazar would ever dare. "Yes," Castiel replied, "Yes, Balthazar, yes, you, always -"
Balthazar felt Castiel's orgasm more than he saw it, caught up in the tightening of Castiel around his own cock and coming hard enough he could almost taste his heartbeat.
"Yes," Castiel repeated, hands gripping Balthazar's shoulders tight as he settled, the come that had had spilt out of him in thick bursts at the start now a slight dribble, leaving a cold pool on Balthazar's stomach. "Yes. Always you."
"Thank you," Balthazar replied, almost cursing himself for it the instant it slipped past his lips.
Castiel cleaned them both with two quick touches before slumping down against him, resting the stubbled cheek of his vessel against the smooth chest of Balthazar's own. "You don't need to prove your worth to the Winchesters," Castiel said, far too thoughtful for someone who had just come as far as Balthazar was concerned.
"I don't care what they think. I care that they take up your time."
"Then you don't need to be jealous." Castiel tilted his head up to look at Balthazar, no smile on his face, but his expression sweet nonetheless. "I love them, but they're very young."
"You like an angel with experience."
"I like an angel," Castiel corrected, and Balthazar swore softly under his breath, knowing what that look meant. He'd caught himself giving it to Castiel all too many times before.
Balthazar slid a hand into Castiel's hair and ruffled it, tossing his own head back against the pillows to give his neck a chance to rest. Even if he'd wanted Castiel to share his feelings for a long time, there was a war going on; actually sharing them could very easily prove impractical.
Impractical, but worthwhile. How very human of them both.