913. it's in the air

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THE MATING SEASON MEME

Human beings are a strange animal. While their need for sex can be less all-consuming than certain other species, they have it a lot more often and in a lot more creative ways. Still, they're not animalistic, you know. They have morals and modesty and humility. That's why they don't run around rutting like wild beasts.

At least

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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Canonmates preferred

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ooc: No physical animal parts. Alpha preferred (but will totally sub for Cas what?)

COUGH COUGH

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[I totes think Dean needs to be a sub to Cas 8D Alpha!Castiel ftw! ]

/Hands lozenge

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ooc: I am good with this. Make this happennnnn.

Thanks brah.

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[Mating season. It was always a difficult time for the angel. It was a constant burning in his chest, reaching all the way down to his loins and it clawed and screamed for a way out. Castiel's body would pulse with need, want, and his wings would flare out in all the fury and grace of an angel. Most male mates chose women as their partners, it made them feel strong to dominate and hear to soft cries.

Not Castiel. His mate was strong, well suited. A man with an attitude and was difficult to boot but lord how the angel longed for him.

There was a flash of light and Castiel was there in front of Dean. Shoulders square, eyes on fire as he looked down at his lover. He huffed out, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. His wings flared out for just a moment before disappearing in its dimensional hold. It was clear the angels body pulsed with WANTNEEDMUSTHAVE]

...Dean.

Any time, home skillet biscuit.

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[He intended to spend the day watching Doctor Sexy, MD. Again- intended. Apparently, the day was going to take an interesting turn. One minute he was sitting alone on the edge of a motel bed, and then a flash of light and a flurry of wings- holy shit wings- he jumped, startled, and the bottle fell from his hand and onto the motel floor, leaking all across the carpet. He didn't seem to particularly care.

His eyebrows shot up- much as he loved Cas's sudden appearances, this one seemed to be less of a social call. His eyes were intense- more intense than usual, and he looked about a second away from snapping.]

Cas- man, are you alright? What the hell?

<3

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[Looks like Dean had no idea what was about to happen. Oh well. Too bad. Cas was in too much of a drived fury to even try to explain. He growled, low and dark moving his arms to push his trench coat off his body. Cas dropped his coat on the ground and stalked over to where Dean was.]

I'm sorry, Dean.

[That was the only warning he would get. Cas shoved Dean back on to the bed. He pulled his tie loose , climbing over Deans lap before he dropped his mouth down to Deans and kissed him deeply.]

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[Cas was stripping off his trench coat and- holy crap, that was weird. He's pretty sure he's never seen the guy out of it, except as Jimmy. He opened his mouth to ask again, but was cut off by a... rather growly sounding apology.

Wait. Sorry for-?

His back hit the bed and he scrambled up onto his elbows in time to see a tie shed. This was...

Starting to look an awfully lot like sex.]

Wait, wha-

[As it turns out, having a mouth full of Cas isn't as bad as you'd think it would be. It took him a second to respond, but then- oh hell, the kiss was practically pulled out of him by demanding lips, too fast for his mind to wrap around it, and he kissed back before he'd even decided to. Because that's what you do when you get kissed. Hands came up to dig into Cas's shoulders, neither pushing him away or pulling him closer, just... there, and trying to figure out what the hell was going on.]

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[Dean wasn't pushing him away nor was he screaming at him so that was good. Supposedly. The angel licked Deans lips , his hands rucking up the hunters shirt to run over Deans abs. Castiel broke away to take a breath, sitting pointedly on Deans hips as Cas began to unbutton his own shirt. ]

We are going to have sex, Dean Winchester.

[Frustrated by the end of the buttons he ended up just tearing them off. Cas pushed his white shirt off his shoulders and dropped it on the side. Tilting his head to the Cas began to work the hunters belt open.]

If you have a problem with that you should say it now.

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[There was a tongue licking across his lips, and before he could help himself, they parted, opening for him. His muscles contracted, tightening under the fingertips skimming inside cross his stomach, and shit- that felt... that felt damn good, actually. Was it supposed to? What the fuck was going on?

Cas pulled away and answered his question in the most blatant terms, leaving absolutely no question. So... okay, yeah, it looked a lot like sex because it was sex, and where in the hell did that come from? Usually shit like this moves in steps- kissing and fooling around, or, you know, admitting you're interested in your best guy friend.

Cas tore his shirt off, and... well, okay, maybe moving in steps was a little overrated.]

...Uh-

[He glanced down his body at the place their hips met, where his cock was decidedly coming too attention.]

Apparently not.

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Good.

[Castiel said quiet plainly as he flicked open Deans belt. He pulled the long leather trap off and threw it aside on the ground to join his abandoned torn shirt. Castiel huffed out a breath, his hand brushing over Deans increasingly hardening cock.]

Very good.

[Cas tugged down Deans jeans, just under the ass so the angel could bend and lick along stripe along the length of Deans boxer shorts. Huffing out Cas crawled up the hunters body, pushing the tee shirt off over his chest and arms as he began to kiss his way up Deans torso, stopping to trace the mans tattoo with his tongue. It was mating season. Cas had no patience for games.]

Ive been waiting for this for a very long time.

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Jesus--

[Cas didn't mess around, did he? This was definitely not what he'd expected- not that he, you know, thought about it or anything, it's just... well, come on, everyone thinks about it, and they're lying if they say they don't. If he'd had to bet money, though, he'd have put it on Cas being hesitant, fumbling, you know, virginal. Not... whatever this was.

A hand brushed over his dick through his jeans, and he couldn't really bring himself to be disappointed.

And then his jeans were tugged down and he licked-]

Fuck- Damn-

[A hand shot out, smacked against the wall until he found one of the bars on the headboard. Gripped it tightly to keep his composure. He wasn't gonna be able to get his game back, recover, take control of this at all if Cas kept on with his murdering pace. It was weird, too, a feeling pulsing through him that suggested maybe he didn't want to. Something subtle that he barely even noticed until just now encouraging him to submit

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Then stop complaining.

[Castiel murmured warmly again the hunters ear. Cas gave it a tug with his teeth , growling low and dangerous , mouth biting down along the stretch of Deans neck.

Castiels fingers scratched down Deans chest. Cas licked his lips, his hand reaching up and threading through Deans hair. Lifting his gaze up Deans, the angel tugged the hunters hair and set a little grin on his face.]

Perhaps you should turn over.

[Castiel swirled his tongue around the hunters nipple, tugging it with his teeth.]

Or I can make you. Your choice.

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[How in the hell did that son of a bitch know he had a thing for ear nibbling? That had to be cheating, or... or something, but he was too busy bucking his hips up to complain. It shot down his spine, curled through his stomach, throbbed through his boxers. This was either going to end horribly or awesomely, he wasn't really sure.

He bit, scratched his way down, animistic in nature, tugged at his hair and then-

Grinned. Wow. That was weird, and not particularly comforting considering the next words that came out of his mouth.

He opened his mouth to protest, because if anybody was going to be the bottom, it sure as hell wasn't--

And then that feeling came through him again, flooded his stomach, echoed through his head submitsubmitsubmit and he squeezed his eyes closed. Or I can make you. That should have turned him off, pissed him off, made him call the whole thing off, but instead, it sent lust rolling straight through his cock. He barely registered the words coming out of his mouth, and by the time he realized what he said, his

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[Oh, Dean was challenging him and that just wouldn't do. Castiel huffed out his hand fisting in Deans hair and tugged the hunter up so that they kissed. It was rough, hungry and Cas bit down hard enough to draw blood. Cas lapped at the blood , the kiss dangerous and hardy as the blood smeared across the hungers chin.

Cas huffed out pulling off Dean, sitting on the mans waist as he licked the blood off his own lips. Castiels eyes looked dark, hungry, before his hand rested on Deans shoulder.]

You'll regret that.

[Cas promised his fingers digging in to Deans shoulder and used his angels strength to flip the hunter over. Now Dean was on his stomach, face down in the mattress and Cas licked one lone stripe up the length of his spine. Cas' held on to Deans shoulders, pressing his hips to Deans as and began to rutt his cock in between Deans cheeks.Cas leaned down, thrusting as he hissed in the mans ear.]

You'll beg for me.

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[The tug to his hair was sharp, painful, kept him grounded in the moment, as if there was any chance he could get lost. In every other pointless fuck, mindless pick-up from the bar, at some point, his mind tuned out and he went on autopilot, faces blended together and names got lost along the way. When Cas bit into his lip, though, there was only CasCasCas, blue eyes and white teeth and stubble digging into his cheek, and he could only watch, wide-eyed and lips parted, as he licked his lips and darkened his eyes.

You'll regret that. Dean doubted it very much.

Bruising hands flipped him over without even so much as a struggle, though his muscles were tense with the desire to buck and fight it, to try and struggle for his own dominance- futilely, he knew, but the desire was there. He wanted to be broken. His fingers twisted in the sheets, gripped at the mattress as the tongue traced along his spine, and fuck- oh, god- the feeling of Cas shifting against him, pressing into him, grinding into his hips, rutting against him, he almost

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[God, Castiel loved Dean like this. So pliant. So wanting. The angel rocked in to Deans as one last time before he sighed and pulled off slightly. Cas made his way down the hunters spine, biting and licking the spots as he wrapped his hands on Dean s boxers and began to tug them down over the cleft of his ass.

Cas was glad Dean was thinking of him. Thats what Castiel wanted. He wanted Dean on burn in his scent, to want Castiel every moment of every day.]

Dean.

[The angel groaned against Deans tailbone. He yanked the jeans and boxers off all the way before Cas nuzzled Deans ass cheek. A puff of warm breath before Cas pulled Deans cheeks apart and licked a stripe up the hunters body. Tongue brushing over the younger mans hole, teasing that pucker.]