Fic: World Enough and Time, SPN
Title: World Enough and Time
Author: Claire
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: one-sided Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word Count: 224
Summary: Dean doesn't have time for slow and drawn-out...
Notes: Written for Day 9 of mmom
World Enough and Time
Dean doesn't have time for slow and drawn-out, not anymore. He doesn't have time for thoughts of Castiel carefully stripping off his clothes, dropping them where he stands, before walking to Dean and straddling him, taking Dean's cock in one as he sinks down until he's sitting on Dean's lap, hot and tight and perfect.
He doesn’t have time for closing his eyes and seeing Castiel hesitantly coming to him, asking Dean to show him, teach him. Asking Dean to do anything, so long as Dean is touching him.
They're past the times when Dean could lock out the world for a couple of hours, with Sam at the library and no interruptions. Past the times when it was Dean and nothing but his imagination, his hand and a tube of lube.
All Dean has time for now is a stolen few minutes here and there. Just enough time for thoughts of Castiel, bright and there, and dropping to his knees because he can't wait to swallow Dean down. Just enough to think of Cas, wanting and desperate and holding himself open for Dean's cock.
And there's time enough for three words he'll never hear and can't say. Three words that make him spill, sharp and hard, across his palm, and that hold the outside world at bay for just a few seconds longer.
Author: Claire
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: one-sided Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word Count: 224
Summary: Dean doesn't have time for slow and drawn-out...
Notes: Written for Day 9 of mmom
World Enough and Time
Dean doesn't have time for slow and drawn-out, not anymore. He doesn't have time for thoughts of Castiel carefully stripping off his clothes, dropping them where he stands, before walking to Dean and straddling him, taking Dean's cock in one as he sinks down until he's sitting on Dean's lap, hot and tight and perfect.
He doesn’t have time for closing his eyes and seeing Castiel hesitantly coming to him, asking Dean to show him, teach him. Asking Dean to do anything, so long as Dean is touching him.
They're past the times when Dean could lock out the world for a couple of hours, with Sam at the library and no interruptions. Past the times when it was Dean and nothing but his imagination, his hand and a tube of lube.
All Dean has time for now is a stolen few minutes here and there. Just enough time for thoughts of Castiel, bright and there, and dropping to his knees because he can't wait to swallow Dean down. Just enough to think of Cas, wanting and desperate and holding himself open for Dean's cock.
And there's time enough for three words he'll never hear and can't say. Three words that make him spill, sharp and hard, across his palm, and that hold the outside world at bay for just a few seconds longer.