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It tingled. It burned. It was too much and at the same time not enough.
The moment Dean’s finger brushed delicately over the angel’s skin, Castiel felt a shiver ripple through his entire body. He immediately graved to lean into the touch. Move, writhe.
He’d never felt like this before in his entire existence. And frankly: he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control his body from giving in in this urge to intensify whatever the human was about to do. Castiel was no fool.
Though he’d never been on earth for very long, he very well knew what Sex entailed. What humans did, when they did “it”. But right at this moment he wasn’t sure, if just touching his belly already counted as what humans called “foreplay”.
Was that foreplay? Were Dean’s actions meant to arouse him? Was the hunter already making good on his words? Was Castiel supposed to do something? What was the protocol for this situation? Castiel had no idea and he didn’t know if he was supposed to ask or if he wanted to talk at all right at the moment.
Deans finger brushed over the skin, touched hair and slowly other fingers joined the first on the warm surface of the vessel Jimmy Novak.
Still not enough! More!
Fingers were then followed by the warm and calloused palm of the hunter and Castiel barely was able to fight his own hands to just grab for Deans hand and push it further south.
There was no question now, that his human form was highly aroused by the touch it was graced with. Castiel recognized with increasing dizziness, that wasn’t caused by his fever, that his breath came in shorter and harsher gasps and if he was not mistaken, the hunter was no better off.
Castiel heard Dean swallow loudly. Then the hunter stopped his soft ministrations. The angel wanted to cry. Why had Dean stopped? It had felt so good! At this moment Castiel was sure, that he never had wanted something as much as Dean’s touch. His belly felt like thousand bees had found residence inside of him. The genital region of his borrowed body was pulsing and fluttering and his crotch was feeling as if his clothes were way too tight.
He distantly remembered that feeling. He had felt it while watching this Pizza-Man porn, that Dean had forbidden him to talk about. Obviously his body already was preparing for intercourse actions. Only because of the shy touch of his belly.
And maybe because of the smell he was able to detect. That wonderful scent of weapons oil and leather, that always reminded him of Dean. With his heightened senses he also could nearly taste the salt on the surface of Dean’s skin. The moment he consciously got aware of that, he instantly wanted to taste every molecule of it. Absorb the position of every particle on Dean’s freckled skin.
How were humans able to control this? On an intellectual level he knew, that his state of mind, or the lack of it, was caused by a spell, but how could he know, that sexual attraction didn’t always feel that way? Humans sang songs about it, wrote books, and poems. They did it out of fun or graving all the time. Why was that? If it always felt this strong, it must be addicting to them, Castiel mused.
He began to understand, why Dean was so eager to find new women to sleep with all the time.
But how were they able to stay in control? Do something else again? How were they able to keep sane, when feeling tossed around by hormones and feelings as strong as this?
“Dean…” he started, but stopped startled by the strange way his voice sounded. Rougher than usual, but at the same time with less power. Closer to a whisper than actual speaking. What was happening?
Dean’s cheeks appeared to be flushed and his eyes wandered nervously around. Every time the hunter looked at him, he hurriedly tried to avoid doing it again and began to admire mysterious spots at the floor or his trousers, or whatever he had found there to look at.
“Uhm, Cas, you…y’know...that spell makes you…I mean…goddamnit.”
“Quite bodily Responsive?” Castiel tried helpfully. So Dean had spotted his erection, but why the otherwise so blatant hunter shied away from simply saying so, Castiel was unable to understand. If Dean was uncomfortable with touching him that way, why had he initiated bodily contact anyways?
“Uhm…before I, y’know, do more of…of that…we have to set boundaries. S’that ok for you?”
“Of course, Dean.”
Castiel had no idea what boundaries Dean expected him to set at what places.
Dean couldn’t resist. His hand glided down Castiel’s warm, slightly clammy skin like it always had belonged there. He could feel the stomach of the angel rise and fall in breathing motion and once in a while he felt the strong muscles flex and twitch. He brushed over the hairline in the middle of the belly and let the little hairs tickle his own skin in return.
He’d never touched another man like that. He didn’t know what he had the skin expected to feel like. If he really had thought that it would be different to a woman.
Well, it was. The skin itself not so much, but the muscle beneath it was stronger…harder. The hair in regions where women mostly didn’t have it or if they had, mostly shaved it. It was soft to the touch. Like his own. But it felt OH so different, because it was not his own.
When he looked at Castiel he could tell, that he liked the contact much. His eyelids had began to flutter slightly and he’d began to make little whimpering noises that Dean was not sure Cas was aware of.
His breath had begun to shudder his body in sharp little intakes.
Dean knew, that Castiel still was running a fever caused by the spell, but the way the skin of his friend had begun to sweat slightly more since he’d began his ministration, was different.
Dean knew, that Castiel never had been touched like this and he could imagine, that all of this would be quite overwhelming for a being, that normally wasn’t even corporal. What it must feel like to be touched like this the first time, Dean could not imagine. All these sensations raining down on an entity with senses so much stronger than human ones.
Did Castiel feel different to what he would feel if he were human? Dean would never know. And Castiel couldn’t tell him.
Again someone between his legs began to twitch in anticipation. He now was fairly sure that his fears of maybe beeing unable to perform the act itself sure as hell wouldn’t be an issue.
What it was that made it so easy for him to engage with the thought of being intimate with Castiel, Dean couldn’t tell for sure.
Perhaps it was this profound bound that Castiel had mentioned, that had built up between them when the angel had rescued him from the depths of the pit. Dean still had no idea what had been necessary to make that work anyway. How does one “grip” a soul tight?
He set an internal memo to himself to ask the angel about this later.
Right now he had to stop when he still was able to. It had began to feel suddenly not only quite tight in his jeans, he also had the impression, that Castiel’s fever was jumping right onto him. His skin began to tickle and the air felt hotter with every minute.
Something unnatural was building up here, and Dean wasn’t sure, if that was only the spell, or something else entirely.
He slowly pulled his hand back to himself and saw a crestfallen expression appear on Castiel’s face. The angel looked at him, as if he had just taken away food from a starving man.
At the same time Castiel’s eyes shimmered glassier than before. A bad sign, that he was still feeling worse with every minute.
Dean couldn’t wait for Sam to find something. Not to mention the time they’d need to find the witch after having hints, or if they’d even be able to kill her at all.
Castiel would not have that much time.
So Dean Winchester made a decision. He decided that he would not let his friend die because he was shy of body-contact. If Cas was ok with this, he’d be too. For the sake of his life.
He could deal with the consequences later.
All of them.
Including the ones concerning his sense of self. Right now he didn’t want to have a too close look into fact, that he’d never thought of himself as gay or bisexual. It never had been an issue before.
Would he feel less of a man if this was the case?
He was sure that the upbringing his father had put on him wasn’t helping the matter much.
But Dean didn’t think of himself as a close-minded macho. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t think himself to be less a man after all of this. If anything, he’d be more of one.
Because he was able to do that for a friend. To rescue him. No matter what.
And if he perhaps had fun while doing so…what was wrong with that?
“Dean….” Castiel whispered in a hoarse, slightly trembling but simultaneously timber voice. Rough like honey fresh from the hive…still with the crumbles and pieces of honeycombs in it. Sweet and primary. The angel looked at Dean in surprise.
Dean had never heard Castiel talk in a tone like that.
Dean’s gaze wandered down Cas’s body and stopped dead reaching his crotch. The bulge protruding through the fabric of the black slacks let no room for innocent interpretations.
That was a pretty impressive boner Cas was sporting down there. And Dean, contrary to his normal sassy self, felt somewhat intrusive watching it.
“Uhm, Cas, you…y’know...that spell makes you…I mean…goddamnit,” he stuttered like a fucking school girl.
“Quite bodily Responsive?”
Yeah, Cas, so not helping.
Dean tried to look elsewhere than the unmistakable sign of arousal that currently stretched the fabric of Castiel’s trousers in all the sinful ways possible.
“Uhm…before I, y’know, do more of…of that…we have to set boundaries. S’that ok for you?”
“Of course, Dean.”
Castiel looked at a loss down on the bed. He even showed this adorable head tilt of his, that made him look more like a lost puppy or something of the sort, rather than a mighty warrior of the lord.
Dean wanted to chide himself for thinking of Castiel as adorable, but in consideration of what he was about to do, he stopped himself and this one time let it slide.
Not that he’d ever thought of the angel as adorable or attractive before! Nope. Not at all. Phhhssshhh. NO!
“We should talk about how to do this, Cas. “
Hell, how does one start that sort of conversation without killing the mood?
“I am sure you know about the techniques, Dean. I recall this is not your first time being intimate with another human.”
“Cas,” Dean sighed. Cas really had no idea why this was such a big deal for him.
“I know about the “techniques” as you call it so nicely. But are you aware of what is about to happen if we start this?
“I think so, Dean. My body responds quite well to your touch. So I think I will just follow your lead here, for this is something you’re more experienced at, than I am. And frankly…I am exhausted. Despite the fact that I really would prefer you to touch me again, I don’t know how much I can contribute to this act of intercourse, we’re going to perform…Dean?”
Dean had buried his redden face in his palms and groaned loudly.
“Cas! Could you stop talking about sex as if this was a wildlife documentary? I beg you! ”
Castiel lay his head back on his pillow and sighed groggily. He then turned his face enough to look at Dean with tired eyes.
“Dean, I already gave you my consent. What more do you need?”
There was no way of sugarcoating his next question. Had the both of them been normal lovers…or a one night stand with time to talk and some experience with at least oneself, this all would not be necessary.
But here they were: a not so mighty, but horny virgin angel of the lord and a to this date very heterosexual Dean Winchester with no practice in gay sex techniques in any shape or form. He hadn’t even done any research on this and he knew that certain things normally needed some preparation because without that, someone might get hurt.
And he didn’t want that.
“OK, first of all: does Jimmy has any illnesses I should know of?”
“What?” Castiel looked at him dumbfounded.
“Sex can transfer several sicknesses. So?”
“Not that I’m aware of. And in any way: if he had, they would’ve been gone the day I started to use him as my vessel. This body is perfectly healthy.”
Besides behing behexed, Dean thought bitterly.
“Ok. I still want to use protection, but, good to know.”
“You cannot infect me with anything, Dean. I’m an angel.”
“Certain things I prefer to do protected, ok?” Dean didn’t want to extrapolate that thought further right now.
“Top or bottom?” Dean had no idea how he’d found the guts to spill this question out the way he just did.
“Excuse me?”
Dean wanted to add “Putter or pitcher” but he remembered how NOT good Castiel was with sports terms. There was no not strange way to ask this, but he had to know so that he could work his mind around it before starting anything. He had to think like Cas.
Talk science Dean. Don’t overthink. Just ask him!
“You know how Sex between men works?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be passive or active?”
Castiel tilted his head curiously. His blue eyes pierced right through Dean, whose composure was about to falter and he pinched his eyebrows together.
“Are you asking me if I want to be the receiving part in case we have penetrative anal sex?”
Dean just stopped breathing for no-idea-how-long. How could Castiel be so blunt about this? How could this otherwise stern and humorless being outright ask who wanted to fuck who in what opening? It felt so wrong watching words like anal-sex coming out of an angel’s mouth.
“Well,…yes. That was what I was asking.”
Thank you very much!
“I’m indifferent to this. For me this is all strange and new no matter what position I’m placed in. Do that part you’re more comfortable with. It is all the same for me.”
Oh, how wrong you are! It IS a huge difference if you just hump somebody or take something up your ass that normally does so not belong there.
But he wouldn’t tell Castiel that. The opener (Pun not intended) and less biased Cas went into this, the better.
“If anything feels wrong, or hurts, you tell me and I stop, you hear me?”
“I will be able to manage, Dean.”
“Cas,” Dean grabbed the angel by the shoulders and took a very deep breath.” I don’t want you “to manage”. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you. That’d feel to me like raping you, despite the fact that it is something we have to do. I try to make this as good as possible for you, ok? You have only two things to do: don’t die on me AND tell me if something doesn’t feel good. That can happen. Every body’s different. I can change directions in between. But for to do that, I’ve to know what is good for you.”
“I’ll try.”
“OK.”
“OK.”
Silence.
More silence.
“Dean?”
“Hmm?”
“Doesn’t sex between humans normally require touching and moving?”
“Hmm.”
“Because you don’t move. I’d move myself, but I feel somehow dizzy.”
That woke Dean out of his stupor.
He had just zoned out for a minute. Trying to process what the fuck he was doing here. If he could really do it.
But Cas weak voice hauled him back into reality.
It’d be weird as shit to hit on someone close to fainting. That felt so wrong. Like banging a drunken chick. Dean would never do that. But this was different. He had to. Cas would not get better without him FUCKING STARTING!
“I start touching you again, ok?”
“I think less talking, and more touching would be appropriate, Dean. To be so close to you is…irritating. My body wants you closer. Much…closer.”
“Ok,” Dean breathed.
He took off his shoes and scooted besides Cas on the bed. He had the urge to explain to the angel what he was about to do, but suppressed it.
Just think of this like a normal date-night after hitting on someone in a bar, Dean tried to bring himself into the right mood.
We had a few drinks and we talked. He was funny and didn’t get any pop-culture references. He made this adorable, yes: adorable, head tilt and looked at you with this big blue eyes of his. When the two of you went out of the bar you checked out his ass. Nice and tight. You wanted to smack it playfully, but you didn’t. His car was broken and he had no room to stay in. You offered him a place in your room. But you only had one bed and decided to share.
When he began to undress you recognized his tan skin. His nicely trained, but not over-muscled chest and arms. Strong but not too broad. His belly is flat and firm. His hipbones are sharp.
His scent is like a night with rain and thunder. Also a bit salty and musky underneath. And something like electricity….
Dean worked himself into this fantasy quite smoothly. He was wondering why this was so easy for him only for a few seconds. When he started to touch Castiel again at his belly, the angel sighed a breath of relief and closed his eyes.
Dean shortly entertained the thought to kiss him, but wouldn’t that be to intimate? The spell was about sex, not necessarily kissing. Kissing meant feeling and Dean didn’t know if he wanted this experience being about that.
So he just let his hand explore the skin beneath and wander around. From Castiel’s belly button up to his chest. Dean closed his eyes and began to sink into his scene. He started to brush against the ribcage of his partner with his nose and filled is nostrils with the scent that was purely Cas.
It was not like he normally smelled when close to the hunter. Not as clean. But not bad either. The thin layer of sweat on Castiel’s human skin was still fresh and smelled salty and somewhat earthly. In between there was a pleasant fragrance that was nothing Dean had ever found on another body or anywhere else.
Perhaps it was something the angelic grace did with the body. Could it be that a human could “smell grace”? Dean was happy to recognize, that he found everything about the input is senses received very pleasant and not at all strange.
His lips ghosted over the tan skin and he felt goosebumps appear before he tried a tentative kiss. Castiel shuddered and hummed in contentment.
The angels hand twitched but he didn’t move it.
Without opening his eyes Dean asked: “You want to touch? It’s ok. If something is not ok, I’ll tell you.”
He honestly didn’t know if he really was ok with Cas being active in all of this, but he was too curious about how the angel would act. Where would he touch and how? His imagination came up with nothing regarding to that. He simply could not imagine Cas in situations like this before.
Already the angel acted so very different from his usual confident self.
Normally Castiel acted like the leader he was. He had once led a garrison in battle into hell. He was used to command, to be in charge.
But right now he obviously wasn’t shy to admit, that he was out of his waters here and felt no fear to let Dean be in control. How the angel could be so trusting and faithful in him, Dean had no idea.
Dean in Cas’s position would be scared shitless.
The hunter noticed a very slight touch at his side. He still wore his layers, but he still could feel it.
He continued to cover Castiel’s skin with light and gentle kisses. Every third or fourth kiss he tested how it would be to poke the tip of his tongue out between his lips.
This too felt as good as he was used to with women. When he reached the nipples he began to kiss around them and then began to carefully suck at them until they both were hard and dark between his lips.
Castiel’s hand glided lower and he pulled the shirt out of Dean’s trousers to get access to his skin. When his warm, too warm, hands began to caress Dean’s skin the hunter looked up at him. The angel stopped.
“Did I do that wrong?”
“No,” Dean told him worriedly.” But you’re so hot everywhere. How d’you feel?”
“Light headed. Warm. I think also highly aroused by you kissing my skin.”
Dean couldn’t stop the feisty grin that plastered his face hearing that.
“So you like that, huh?”
The angel thought about that a moment and then answered: “Very much so.”
And was that a smile Dean saw?
Dean would’ve hated if he’d realized that this was a terrible experience for Castiel on top of everything else. But knowing that he in fact was able to make the angel feel this good, boosted Dean’s confidence up a few notches. He tried not to let that show too much though.
Castiel’s eyes were glassy as if he had just smoked some real good shit. Dean wanted to think about a stoned Cas in this situation at all.
“I wanted to do this slowly, but according to how hot you feel, I should speed up a little. That ok?”
“I don’t mind.”
Without further ado Dean sank down on Castiel’s skin with his mouth again and the angel went on stroking over Deans side and back underneath his Shirt.
Dean used his skills to kiss and simultaneously wip of his shirt until the cool air hit his skin. Castiel looked at him interested and continued to explore the hunter beside him.
When Dean noticed his own hard one wanting some attention too, he started to scoop his left leg over Cas’s and settled it between the other man's knees. Then he began to slowly rut against the angels thigh, whilst kissing and nibbling his nipples and collarbone.
The urge to just surge forward and take his lips and kiss him was becoming stronger and stronger.
Because he was a man and knew what the other man’s body would demand, he was attentive to position himself high enough, so that his own thigh was rutting against Cas’s crotch. Now half on top of his partner, he felt the hard buldge that he’d seen earlier for the first time and tried not to overthink what he was doing right now.
The more friction his own dick was able to get, the more he rutted against his friend.
Mindgames were over now, because he was into this. There was no denying it.
“I’ll take these off now, Cas,” he whispered into the other man’s ear, his hot breath ghosting over the angel’s skin. Cas just nodded and while kissing and shyly licking at his pulse point, that was all Dean could do to not stick his tongue into that chapped mouth that breathed on his cheek right now, he opened Castiel’s belt and trouser-button.
There was no elegant way to get the slacks out of the action zone, but Dean very much tried. He pushed them down, first with his hands, then with his foot and Cas got the message and wiggled the rest out of them alone.
Without asking him to, or hinting at it, Dean felt clumsy fingers touching his own belt.
The hunter tried not to grin, because that reminded him ahelluva lot of his first date. When this girl had tried to fumble his jeans open without seeing what she was doing.
After a few seconds Castiel grumbled unpleased about the events going on with Dean’s buttons.
“I cannot open that using only one hand.”
Dean sat up, legs left and right around Castiel’s thigh, still moving in slowly rocking motions, rutting his cock against the other leg through his jeans. He mustn’t stop now!
“Use both!” He commanded with a friendly voice.
Castiel gulped and did as he was told. He opened the belt, then the button, last was the zipper.
“What do you feel, Cas?”
“I…I want to…I need…”
“Do it!”
Dean had seen how fascinated Castiel had looked at his erected cock, that strained his trousers and boxers. As if he was doing something sacred or forbidden, Castiel reached down and touched the fabric nearly without pressure. He looked at the hunter in awe.
Dean sighed and grabbed for the angels hand and pushed it to himself harder. Castiel gasped and his eyes went wide.
“I will not break, “ he assured the angel.
Without averting his eyes from Dean’s crotch, Castiel opened his mouth to say something. His voice was raspy: “I forgot how you feel.”
What was that?
Dean was about to ask where that came from, but Castiel already continued:” I built you up, after I raised you from hell. I thought I know every atom of this body. But I was wrong. So…very wrong…”
Dean added this to his list for later conversations, but right now, he had to get out of his jeans before it hurt.
He lifted himself enough to fumble his trousers down and threw them on the floor. Both men were now in underwear, both with a first wet spot were the heads of their cocks touched their boxer-shorts.
Castiel looked up at him, greedy, dazed and with eyes so full of lust it sent a ping through Dean’s veins. Love spells were bitches. Dean, without being hexed, already felt like he wanted nothing but put his dick somewhere tight and preferably slick and warm. He couldn’t imagine how it was for Cas and how he at all was able to control himself.
The angel, under a spell or not, fever or not, was so much stronger than Dean. If he’d wanted, he could’ve just taken for himself what he had desired. Dean had not been able to do anything about it.
But Castiel was stronger than that.
Dean knew for a fact, that the angel had preferred to leave them and die somewhere, then ever forcing this on Dean.
Castiel deserved to have this done to him like a lover would. Not just someone playing a part.
With that in mind Dean pulled his second leg over and lay now between Cas’s legs. The angel helped him by making room between his thighs while spreading his legs wider apart.
There was no going back now.
Dean started to rut again.
But this time…the friction he got was from something long and hard and pulsing. Cas' cock was solid and strong and Dean began to forget that he’d never done this before. It felt great and there was just too much fabric between them…and he had to get rid of that…
Castiel felt like drowning and flying at the same time. It was all too much and yet it was not enough.
How humans did this without going crazy or simply explode was beyond him.
When Dean had positioned himself between his legs he had felt the need to pull the hunter even closer to himself.
The sweet friction of the movements Dean was performing , was heaven sent. Castiel felt less tired every second, but instead wanted to move. Just move and rub against Dean. Against his hot body, his hard lines, his erection.
On an intellectual level Castiel knew what was happening to his body and his brain, but he wasn’t interested in the biological explanations at this point. He just wanted to feel so badly. Feel more and harder.
He began to lift his hips experemantaly and pushed himself against Dean. He felt that Dean’s erection was pressing against his own and it was too sweet to not get lost in that feeling.
But he knew that the spell needed more than only rutting against each other and falling apart over this. So much Sam had explained. His desire was to have Dean closer, so the spell would require to get even closer than this.
With trembling hands Castiel began to push his hands down from Dean’s shoulder blades to his backside. As the well trained hunter Dean was, his ass was firm and well formed to the touch. Castiel gripped the cheeks between his fingers and gave them a tentative squeeze. A mumbled huff was the answer to that and maybe the movements of the hunter had become slightly more erratic.
A little slip further up and down again and Castiel’s fingers began to explore the bare skin under the fabric of the boxers. The human body, Castiel mused, was so variant. Castiel grew fascinated about the feeling of the very different sorts of hair it grew.
The rough and scratchy stubble on Dean’s face, the smooth hair on his head, the curly but strong hairs on his chest and on his butt, there was this smooth and silky down of hair that was just barely there.
Castiel began to push the fabric over this wonder of human shape down and Dean’s breath hitched for a second. They both knew this was necessary, but nonetheless the boxer-briefs were somehow this last wall between them.
“Ok,” Dean breathed and let Castiel push away the fabric completely. When Dean lifted himself enough of the other man, so that he could get rid of his clothing as well, Castiel took the sight of Dean in. He admired every inch of this righteous man before him and a curious part of him wanted to touch the pubic hair at the end of his happy trail so badly. Just to know it’s texture and if it felt different to the rest of the hair on his body. When they both were naked Dean seemed to hesitate to get back into his position.
That was not what Cas wanted. He wanted his hunter closer. Wanted to feel the skin of his body, especially of his cock, right on him. Wanted to grab this hair and massage through it. Touch Dean’s length.
And he wanted to be touched right at this moment so badly it hurt.
“Please…!” Castiel begged, arms outstretched to take Dean in. To embrace him. Dean sank back into his position and the moment their skin touched Castiel was lost in the sensation.
He couldn’t help it anymore. Couldn’t stop this human body on reacting out of instinct. He began to move his hip and rut against Dean in earnest. He was so in need of the friction. Of the touch.
Dean’s hesitation melted away and he moved with Cas. Breath labored and warm.
The hunter’s forehead touched Castiel’s collarbone and glided higher until their cheeks were rubbing against each other. The stubble they both had going on, burned a bit and only a second later Castiel felt Dean moving his face in a different direction.
It was chaste, and Castiel first didn’t know why Dean was so hesitant, but then he felt the hunters lips and the corner of his moth. Barely touching and Castiel turned his head to meet him. Their lips brushed against each other, open and huffing out hot breath.
Castiel just followed his instinct once more and closed whatever tiny gab had remained between them, and pressed their lips together while still moving against the human above him.
Dean stopped resisting the urge and went down. Began to nibble at Castiel’s lip, began to suck and bite. His tongue began to dart out and met Castiel’s and they tasted each other. Castiel had only ever kissed someone like this one time. But that wasn’t the same. With Meg he had had no clue what to do and had not felt this carnal urge to push his tongue into that other mouth as deep as possible.
But that was exactly what he wanted to do now. He grabbed Deans nape and pulled him closer. Pushing his tongue even deeper, tasting every inch of the hunter’s mouth with pleasure.
With his other hand he began to search for Dean’s cock and when he found it, he began to grab it and rub.
Dean had to breathe at some point and the sounds that escaped the hunter only could be described as moaning. So Castiel was doing something right. He was relieved about that. He knew that this was not easy for Dean and he didn’t want the hunter to feel bad. He wanted him to enjoy this as much as possible.
Castiel knew what had to come next. He knew that they had to go on and MAN…did he want to.
The imagination and with it the anticipation of Dean moving inside of his body itself was sending surges of pleasure through his veins. How good would it feel if he actually was going to feel the real thing?
His hand once again wandered to find and catch Dean’s and he lead it down. Past his cock and balls and perineum, further until he put the foreign fingers to a rest at his entrance.
“Wait a second…,”Dean gulped. Castiel looked into his eyes with a clear WTF-expression.
“No…not…I want to, but…can you reach my duffel beside the bed?”
Castiel furrowed his brows and his free hand searched for Dean’s duffel and grabbed it.
“Just a second.”
Dean took his hands away from Cas and rummaged through his belongings. When he found what he was searching for he went back to Cas with his full attention. Beside them was now a tiny bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
“We need this?”
“Oh, yes. Believe me. We.(Kiss)need(kiss)this(kiss).”
“You might want to touch yourself while I do this, ok?”
“Touch myself?”
“Like this.”
And Dean showed Castiel. He clasped his length in his hand and began to stroke in a slow rhythm. Cas had not been prepared for this touch and threw his head back in pleasure.
“Aaahhh…” he whined. Dean smirked but did not intensify his motions. He pushed himself further up so he could touch Castiel’s face with his nose.
“Don’t go to fast on yourself, or this might be over too soon for you to really enjoy the next step.”
Dean looked really confident and Castiel believed that he was totally sure of how to act and what to do.
“Hmmm.” And the angel began to stroke himself while Dean’s hand went back to the crack between his ass-cheeks. Castiel felt that Dean started to slowly circle the entrance before pushing in with one sleek finger. The first reaction of his human body was to close up and that hurt.
Castiel was confused. Wasn’t this supposed to feel good? He punched his brows together in confusion and looked at Dean.
“Don’t stop touching yourself. You have to overwrite what your body wants naturally. You have to let go and relax.”
Dean began to kiss his face and didn’t move his finger further in.
Relax, Castiel thought. When Dean’s mouth again was on his, and his tongue began to ask for entrance between his lips he forget about feeling tight and just tried to get lost in the taste of his human charge. He was surprised to feel that Dean’s hand had worked while he’d distracted him.
“Don’t think. Just let go,” Dean commanded with a soft voice. Castiel had tensed up again, he didn’t know why, because he knew he trusted Dean, and he was an angel and the hunter couldn’t really hurt his body anyway.
“Ok…i…i don’t know if I can do this, but let’s try something.”
Castiel waited for what Dean had in mind when the hunter began to glide down. Kissing his cheek, his neck, nibbling his way down to his belly button. Kissing further down an stopping.
“Dean…you don’t have to…hhaaa.” Castiel’s world stopped to move from one second to the other. Time stopped. Everything stopped.
The moment Dean had realized that he might not be able to relax Castiel, he panicked. The mood was perfect and Castiel had initiated the fingering, but wasn’t able to control his body enough to command his muscles to relax properly. It was hard to think in his current state of mind, because, hell, was he aroused and his dick was shouting at him that he should get on with all this finally, but if Castiel wasn’t able to relax, he would not try to force himself on and even less inside of him.
His brain only came up with two options: he could try to change positions, but he doubted that he a) was really able to do this and let go himself under all this pressure, and b) that Castiel had enough strength left to get more active then he was. He could always try to ride him, but he didn’t see himself doing that.
The simple truth was: he was afraid to bottom. He had never even played with himself in that way and he didn’t feel good thinking of being penetrated at all.
The other option was something he might be able to perform. He could think of one way to short-circuit Castiel’s brain enough to let loose and let Dean prepare him. Hell, it worked on him perfectly and tough he’d never done this with a guy, he was sure that he would be able to be good at this because: as a guy: shouldn’t one know what felt good?
He did not really have an option here and so he put his reservations aside and just went with it. He kissed his way down Castiel’s body. Closer to the area of action he wanted to reach.
You can do this! Don’t think! Just, do it!
He was aware that he was hesitating and Cas had picked up on that too.
“Dean…you don’t have to…hhaaa.”
He just went down on the angel without hesitating any further. He tried not to think of the taste or the smell. Because he didn’t know if this would kill his mood or if it would arouse him. And he didn’t want to risk it.
He just put his lips around Castiel’s cock and began to suck. At first he tried not to swallow at all, but he realized pretty fast, that that was getting them all messy. Salvia dripping out of his mouth, down on Castiel’s lengh and wetting his pubic hair.
At least the angel was so lost in the sensation, that he wasn’t able to do anything but whimper. Dean would have smiled if he had not a heavy and warm dick filling his mouth. His finger began to wiggle it’s way deeper into the angel whilst he sucked at him and bobbed his head up and down.
It was not that Castiel had much reference when it came to blow jobs. Dean remembered that the first ones all had felt amazing.
He hoped that his shy attempts to make Castiel forget his fingers in his ass would be sufficient.
His own erection was somehow not amused that it’d been neglected. But without any hand free he just rutted against the mattress, while one hand was holding Castiel’s cock at the base and his other hand was currently sneaking in a second finger into the already slick hole that now was very much relaxed.
Castiel moved his hips and Dean was able to push a third finger inside.
That earned a sharp intake of breath from the angel, but Castiel didn’t stop to move himself on Dean’s fingers as the hunter began to scissor him open.
Dean let go of Castiel cock with a wet pop and where the urge to give the throbbing member a last kiss came from, he had no idea. A bitter taste inside is mouth reminded him how aroused Cas was. This was what pre-Come tasted like? Dean didn’t know if he liked it or not, but he recognized, that he hadn’t minded to have Cas inside his mouth at all. The way it had made the angel move and sound had been very pleasant. Dean felt proud for his first attempt on this.
First? He wasn’t going to do that again….why was he thinking of this as his first?
Nevermind.
He kissed his way back up only to look in a pair of blue and wide eyes. Well, more black than blue, because Castiel’s pupils where blown wide as fuck. He looked like being delirious.
“You ok?” Dean asked gently and slightly worried.
“That was…hmmm…I…ahhh!”
Dean hadn’t stopped to wiggle with his fingers inside Cas’s body. And without thinking about it he’d pushed in deeper…and hit a spot with a knot of nerves that he only was now aware of.
“Does it hurt?”
He caressed that spot once more.
Castiel pushed his back up from the bed and nearly cried out in pleasure.
“What?”
“Prostate,” Dean smirked. He was now face to face with Cas again and Cas only hesitated a second before pulling Dean back into a deep and passionate kiss. His other hand furiously grabbed for Dean’s cock and the moment he found it he pulled and kneaded Dean rock hard again.
Dean tried to concentrate only on the hand on his dick and the warmth around his fingers.
The more Castiel fingered at his base, his balls the tip of his cock-head, the more he wanted to burrow himself deep inside that warmth. He separated himself from Castiel enough to talk.
“I…you’re ready. I..:”
“Do it!”
Castiel breathed. His cheeks were flushed red and he was panting in need. His skin was still so very hot and Dean was a bit worried that the angel might actually faint during the sex they were having.
He was having sex with Castiel.
He couldn’t freak out about this right now.
Castiel tucked at Deans’s lengh and spread his thighs wider apart to give the hunter more access. Dean felt the urge to fuck inside this body so strongly, that he didn’t hesitate to slick himself up after pulling out his fingers out of Castiel’s hole.
He lined himself up and a short-lived thought reminded him, that he had intended to use a condom, but he felt so agitated and so twitchy between his legs, that he simply didn’t care at this point. No health issues were involved in this special case and if he got messy: he didn’t give a flying fuck right at this moment.
Dean pushed inside Castiel slowly but deliberately. Inch by inch he sheathed himself inside this warm and tight feeling that was the man beneath him. The lube had made the entrance slicky and wet and it felt amazing.
It was tight and Dean could feel every pulsing of Castiel’s body. It was so intense and so fucking good!
“Oh my God…”Dean was a mess. He knew he would not last very long like this. He didn’t know how Castiel’s current state was, but he had to make sure, that he was feeling good.
“Dean! It…h...hurts…but also…,” Castiel was babbling incoherently, eyes pinched close and Dean was not sure if it was out of pleasure or pain.
“Cas, if I…,” he started, but Cas grabbed his nape once more.
“Don’t you dare! Move! Pl…ease…move!”
And Dean did.
Pulling out agonizingly slow and pushing back in with intent but without force. It felt so tight, so warm, so great, that he knew if he would do this any faster, he would be reaching his edge in a few seconds. Which wasn’t a bad thing, if Cas could follow.
Because…how amazing would that be? Both of them together?
The ability think got lost somewhere between two thrusts and Castiel outright moaned in a way that put pornstars to shame.
“Cas…I…I’m close…fuck…” Dean had stopped thinking altogether. He mindlessly grabbed for Castiel’s cock and began to pump him in earnest, while still thrusting inside of him. His pace speeded up and he sensed Castiel tensing around him.
“Dean..Dean..I…I…” Cas huffed grabbing for the sheets beside him.
“Me too…”
The light in the room begin to flicker. The bulb in the bathroom broke at the same time with a loud clashing noise. At some point the TV turned itself on but only hissing noises could be heard.
Castiel clawed at the bed as if his life depended on it.
“Eyes! Dean!...Close them…aHHHhhh..!”
Dean had only a second to wonder what the fuck the angel was talking about, only interested in chasing his organism at this point, but when Castiel’s eyes began to lighten up, Dean got it.
Castiel’s body was convulsing and his hole was gripping Dean so tightly, that the hunter could only close his eyes and begin to moan and whimper when his orgasm hit him.
Every single bulb in the room burst and behind his eyelids Dean could perceive a light that most definitely had blinded him, had he not closed his eyes like Castiel had told him to.
The angel cried out and Dean’s ears hurt a little because there was a ringing sound between the human voiced cries that was Castiel’s true voice, as Dean remembered it from their first encounter.
The release dripping hot from Dean’s hand was the last clue for the hunter, that the light show and the uncontrolled sound of the angel’s true voice had been his own high that had hit him the right time, simultaneously with Dean’s.
Dean collapsed on top of Castiel, heavily breathing, sated and happy.
He didn’t care right now, that he had just slept with a guy. Or more precisely with a non-gendered otherworldly being cramped into a male human meatsuit.
Castiel was breathing heavily too and Dean dared to push himself up on his arms to look the angel in the eyes.
Now began the awkward part of this. Dean was sure of that.
As long as they both had been thriven by hormones and urges as old as humankind, he hadn’t minded at some point. But the clearer his aftermath brain got, the more he began to think about how they would talk, how treat each other after how they had behaved around each other for this.
Castiel watched Dean contently. He actually smiled and his hair was a wild after-sex mess. This was the best impression of the term “fucked out” Dean had ever seen in his life.
And to his own shock he still found that quite adorable.
“Did it help?”
Please, say yes!
Dean raised a hand to feel Castiel’s forehead. After their latest activity he didn’t expect the angel to feel actually cold. But he did it anyway.
“I…I feel sated. Calm. Tired,” Castiel told Dean weakly. Dean didn’t like how faintly Cas’s voice sounded.
“Still burning up?”
“No, I…,” Castiel raised his hand and set his palm on the side of Dean’s face. Still smiling as if he was the happiest person on earth. A sheen of tears collected in the angel’s eyes. If Cas was about to cry now Dean would lose it.
But Cas didn’t. His eyes only got glassy and his smile seemed to calm down into a soft tuck at his lips. The angel’s eyelids began to flutter and close. His hand plumped down and his head lolled to the side, still smiling.
“No! Nononononononono!” Dean began to panick.
His erection already had flattened and left the angel’s body. Dean pulled his legs back so that he could sit on his knees and he began to search for a pulse at the angel’s neck.
Sam chose this moment to burst into the room.
“I saw the light! What…Dean?”
The younger hunter tried to flick the light on, but nothing happened. Of course not, Dean thought.
“Cas burst the bulbs. I need a hand!”
Dean totally paid no mind to the fact, that he was naked, still covered in cum and that the mattress beneath him was in no better state. It was not that Sam was not aware of what had just happened and he could be embarrassed about this later.
Sam fumbled with his phone and a second later there was light.
“Is he…he…he is not burning. He he breathing? Dean!”
“A second! Ok?” Dean snapped back. He tried. He really tried. And finally there it was. A light pulsing under his fingers. Steady, but weak.
Dean sighed and set down on his heels.
Sam tried not to stare and put off his jacked to throw it over his still naked brother. Cas was being covered with the sheets that lay rumpled in the bed.
“You should hit the shower, Dean. I'll watch over him.” Sam tried cautiously. Something in his brother's face made him anxious.
Dean took in a deep breath and began to shuffle down the bed.
“Yeah, I better…yeah.”
With that he closed the door of the bathroom behind him. Sam had started to tell Dean he probably needed some light in there, but on the other hand…perhaps he didn’t.
Sam felt awkward to no end, because he knew that someone had to clean Cas up if they didn’t want him to (hopefully) wake up with cold body fluids sticking to his skin in places Sam desperately tried not to think of.
But that was not his job.
He watched the angel lying unconscioulys on the bed. His temperature didn’t seem as worrisome as before and Sam truly hoped, that what his brother just had to do, had been worth it and Cas would survive.
Dean had been quite all evening after emerging the bath. He’d done his job, cleaning up the mess he’d made with Cas and had tucked the angel in bed in one of his old shirts that he normaly used to sleep in. Cas pulse was getting stronger again and Dean really hoped that his mojo would kick in soon and heal the mess the spell had made.
He still had no idea what to say to Cas the moment he’d awake.
He felt awkward just looking at him.
He tried not to think too much about how easy it’d been for him to get this thing on the road between him and Cas. If he truly was straight, as he always had thought to be, how come he could have sex with a dude without really thinking about it.
In the middle of the night he awoke and he was fairly sure that he’d just dreamed about fucking Cas all over again. His body testified that this thought had aroused him.
He didn’t want to think about this. He was in his thirties now and wasn’t that a bit late to question his sexuality?
In the morning, when the sun finally made an appearance in the room, Castiel shifted under the sheets. He huffed and wiggled and Dean was up in a second and beside his bed.
He hadn’t slept a lot in the night anyways. Too many thoughts that had tried to irritate him.
When Castiel opened his eyes, Dean let out a sigh.
“Hello, Dean.” The deep voice belonging to the badass angel of the lord Dean knew so well, greeted him!
“Morning, sunshine.” Inside Dean flinched. Joking like that had been appropriate BEFORE he had had Sex with the angel.
Castiel sat up and looked down at himself curiously.
“Sam was right after all,” the angel stated.
“So you feel good? No urge to burn up or jump my bones?”
DEAN! Could you fucking stop that, Dean chided himself.
Castiel averted his eyes and fumbled with the sheet.
Adorable, Dean thought once again.
“Uhm…I have no words as to how sorry I am for this inconvenience. What you had to do to safe me, was….”
“Stop that.” Dean stopped the angel. Because: seriously. Dean was able to be an ass, but he would not let Cas think that he didn’t enjoy what had happened. Because it had. And that scared the shit out of Dean, but he was man enough to admit it.
“Don’t put your feathers in a twist, buddy. It was…not a bad experience for me. “
Castiel seemed surprised at that: “It wasn’t?”
“No. It wasn’t. I can be adult about this, if you can be too. No changing in our relationship. We best do just not mention it. It was an emergency and it was good that it was me, not someone else.”
“I’m happy it was you, too, Dean.”
Uhm…ok…Dean tried to gain his thoughts again and remember, what was about to happen next.
“So…you feel good enough to hunt that witch?”
And there it was again. Very briefly, but Dean didn’t miss it. The smile from the night before. Before Castiel had fainted.
But as soon as Dean had seen it, it vanished to leave room for a casual smile.
“Of course, Dean. I will change and then we can make sure, that nothing of this sort will happen to other people again.”
Good.
That was good.
Really fucking good.