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Cas chuckled as Dean led him to the basement of the home they'd lived in for years. “Wait, wait… Dean, it's so dark down here! Slow down… what are we even doing? And why am I naked?”
“You’ll see, Cas. I got you a surprise... well... kinda for both of us.” He chuckled and tugged to move him faster, and Cas had to wonder what kind of surprise involved prepping for sex and a pitch-black basement. If he didn't know Dean so well, he'd actually be nervous.
When they finally stopped, Cas tried to squint through the darkness to see what was coming. “If your plan is to kidnap me and keep me as a pet for our five year wedding anniversary, I'll tell you that you probably shouldn't have done it in our house. Someone will figure it out eventually,” he joked.
Dean huffed. “I think I’m the pet, I’m the one that had to get papers and a green card for my home country but hey, at least I’m a pure breed,” he joked back, then flipped the light on and walked by where one of their old sheets was covering something large. “Ready?”
“Um…” He wasn't exactly sure how to answer that, so he just nodded. “Yes, I'm ready.”
Like some crappy magician, Dean tugged the sheet off and let it fall to the floor, making a ‘tada’ noise for his grand reveal. Before them was an almost identical statue to the one Cas came across all those years ago, complete with a perfect replica of Dean’s cock.
“Oh my gods,” Cas blurted. “That's — you — is that why you…?” His entire body flushed red as he realized exactly why Dean opened him up. “You want me to…”
Dean wiggled his eyebrows and walked over to him. “You know I don’t like to share... but I figured this way... it’s still me... still my cock splitting you open.” His hands slid down his body toward his crotch. “And I’d like to suck you while you ride me, baby.”
“That's easily the most bizarre sentence you've ever said to me, including the time you told me a witch turned you to stone.” Cas flicked his eyes to the statue and swallowed thickly, but Dean’s lips on his neck distracted him enough that he didn't fight it at all as Dean guided him closer.
By the time they reached the statue and Dean moved Cas’ hand to the statue’s cock, he was almost embarrassingly on board. “Will you fuck me after?”
“Hell yeah.” Dean shivered and pulled lube from the pocket of his sweatpants. “I’ll take care of you baby, as soon as you come in my mouth I’ll pull you off and take you.”
Cas snatched the lube before he could change his mind and turned to face the statue as he filled up his palm. He remembered all too well how hard it was to actually take the concrete cock last time and didn't want to hurt himself before he could have the real Dean, so this time he was liberal when he stroked it. “You even got the facial expression right,” he mused. “Did you have to pose naked for someone?”
“Yeah... it was awkward. Especially when she got to the dick part and I had to stay hard... she definitely wasn’t my type. I kept looking at pictures of you.”
Though he had more questions about that, for now he stayed silent and climbed up carefully, turning to face Dean and getting situated so he was bracing himself just above the statue’s cock. “You didn't get to see this last time.”
“Nope.” Dean helped hold him up by his thighs and lowered him slowly. “Slow, baby... don’t want to hurt anything.”
The first initial burst of pain made him gasp, but Dean kissed his thighs softly until Cas relaxed enough to slide down a little more. He had nearly all of it buried inside of him before the stiffness made it hard to move, and Cas’ legs started to shake. “I… I can't…”
“You can. It’s me, baby. Just really hard me. It’s your cock, you take me every day. Breathe.” Dean leaned in to kiss him and help him down, and Cas whined as he finally bottomed out.
It sent heat and lust through his system knowing he had a concrete statue buried completely inside of him, and even more so from the effect it was having on Dean. The combo had Cas hard enough to rival the statue and he let out another quiet whine, breaking the kiss. “Dean, please… I don't think I can hold this for long.”
Dean kept some of his weight in his hands and leaned into his lap to suck him in, urging Cas to move on the statue at his own speed.
It took a moment for his body to adjust to the girth, but once it did he found himself moving faster than he had the first time, chasing Dean’s mouth and moaning loudly as he split himself open over and over again — and his orgasm built fast. “Dean, I —”
He let Cas slide deep in his throat as he came, moaning at the flavor and lifting Cas up so just the tip was still inside. He swallowed up every drop, but Cas was still shaking with need as he slid the rest of the way off the statue.
Dean bared all his weight as he sets him down and turns him around. His cock is lubed in seconds and then he’s pushing inside with a groan, instantly chasing his release. “Fuck— so beautiful, Cas... I love you!”
The real thing felt so much better than a statue that Cas couldn't even answer for a solid minute. He was limp and pliant, holding on to the concrete cock for support as Dean fucked him harder.
“I’m— fuck...” Dean slammed inside as he came, filling up that warm abused hole with hot come and leaning around to bite Cas’ neck with a growl.
Cas shuddered and rocked back to keep Dean deep, then stood to bring their bodies flush. “I love you too,” he finally said. “But you know what has to happen next, right?”
“We have to destroy this statue?” Dean huffed a laugh and rested his forehead on Cas’ shoulder.
“No.” Cas turned his head to kiss Dean's temple and fought back a laugh. “Next time... it's your turn.”