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“Okay, hotshot, you have been zoning out for the 5th time this evening. What happened? Spill.” Charlie swatted his arm, and Dean snapped out of his head for one second to find her grinning like an idiot.
She put the pizza box down in front of him, and Dean looked at the pizza, then back at her, only to sigh, then groan and bury his face in the crook of his arm.
“What’s up? Sam is a damn pain in my ass, that’s what’s up.” Dean mumbled.
“Oh yeah, he made you go to that private club. All fancy and stuff, yeah? Who’d you got?” Charlie asked.
Dean looked at her, “What do you mean who?”
Charlie took a slice of pizza and shrugged. She had that look on her face, and oh, Dean knew that look. Dean narrowed his eyes.
“Charlie, what did you do?”
“What? It’s my mission to keep my best friend from harm’s way. You didn’t think I would let you go to some shady club without checking first?” Charlie smiled brightly and bit into her pizza slice.
“Sam said the place is run by his acquaintance, and trustworthy.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“With that price. Oof.” Charlie groaned, “I would kill them myself if it’s not trustworthy.”
“How much?” Dean straightened up.
“Sorry, made an oath with Sam. Can’t say.” Charlie grinned.
“I hate you.” Dean grabbed a pizza slice for himself. With a big bite, he hummed, and his mind traitorously steered back to the way Cas had hand-fed him the other day while he knelt. Damn, it had been so long since Dean could eat that much without throwing everything up the next day. Who knew kneeling a little bit could feel that good. And with Cas, that man… well… There was something about him that had Dean feel so safe. It was not disturbing at all. In contrast…
“Love you too.” Charlie chuckled and finished her slice. Then, she leaned in, bumping her shoulder against his, “So… who’d you got. I saw some really attractive doms there, and damn I am tempted to try just once.”
“Girl.” Dean groaned.
“What? A girl could dream for a bit, you know. So? Anna? Hannah? Ohh, maybe you got Meg? She looks like a total badass, though. Oooorrrr, it could be Gilda. Gosh, she’s gorgeous.” Charlie sighed dreamily, and Dean rolled his eyes.
Right now, thinking back, Dean thought it would be less complicated if he got a woman. That way, at least he knew what to do, what to say.
Instead, he got that kind, devastatingly handsome angle of a dom, and he was an outright mess. He was so sure he had managed to embarrass himself to the point of near humiliation. Thinking back, Dean thought that maybe what Cas said at the end was just a tactic for him to come back, an upselling method that the club forced their employees to follow. Maybe the man found Dean’s neediness and weakness a joke and was teasing him.
One part of him insisted that his performance at the club that day was a shameful one, while another part couldn’t help playing back the scene again and again.
The way Cas had said his name, had praised him, and touching him carefully as if he was a delicacy made Dean’s stomach flutter in a funny way. The way the man was so patient with him, the way he took care of Dean and talked to him without much requirement to perform any sexual act. It wasn’t as if Dean didn’t like sex, nor the idea of sex with Cas, but it was his first time with a man, and he didn’t think he was ready for it just yet. But it was a nice change, nevertheless.
Dean would never admit to anyone that the number of times he masturbated during the last few days was more than what he had had in months, if he could even get it up at all. Right now, that problem had disappeared as well and Dean felt like he was walking on clouds.
“Hey.” Charlie pushed him a little bit, “You are doing it again.”
“What? What am I doing?” Dean blinked, trying to act innocently while his face heated up just a little bit.
“Must be good, huh? Tell me, and I will have the lady, or man, investigated for you, for free.” Charlie hummed, her eyes glinted wickedly.
“Okay Miss Hermione-the-lawbreaker, don’t sound so excited or I will have to very reluctantly call someone I know.” Dean bumped her shoulder with his own.
“Aw, we both know you wouldn’t do that.” Charlie chuckled.
“Would I?” Dean made a confused expression.
“You know you love me.” Charlie grinned brightly and damn, she was not wrong.
“Who knows, I might change my mind.” Dean finished his pizza slice, and he slurped a big chug of coke.
Fuck.
It had been so long since food tasted this good.
“You really do get better, huh.” Charlie smiled.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. I. Am always peachy.” Dean said it with a note of humor, and he flashed her his smuggest grin.
“You cannot fool me, Dean Winchester.” Charlie looked into his eyes, “And whatever you say, I’m glad you are better.”
“Are you really a witch now?” Dean leaned in and stared back, “Because if you are, Imma bolt.”
“Fuck off.” Charlie laughed, and they pressed together close on the sofa to watch Charlie’s favourite Star War.
They have watched it for a thousand times, but Dean liked it too, so he had no complaints. He could probably recite the script by heart by now, and so he let his mind wander again. Not once in his life could he feel such yearning for something, someone , so intensely. It was eating him up, but it also fueled him in a strange way that made him want to wake up in the morning.
He ached for the man’s touch, but he also felt better than ever and could function like a normal person, fucking finally. And on top of that, he hated Sam for meddling with his business, because Dean was sure he could have managed somehow, without Sam having to interfere. Yet, he was, at the same time, grateful for that turn of event, because should Sam not butt in, Dean would live and never knew what his life lacked. And he didn’t even know if it was good or bad.
Friday couldn’t come any faster.
***
“Cas… Cassie? Castiel?” Someone clapped right in front of his face, and Castiel startled, mind violently yanking back from delicious whiskey green and a pair of pink lips to…
“Ew.” Castiel scrunched his face and leaned back, drawing distance.
“Wow, nice to meet you, too, love.” Balthazar raised his eyebrows, amused, “Now, tell me, what have got your panties in a twist. Or opposite of that, if you know what I mean.”
“What do you mean?” Castiel tilted his head a little.
“Oh, don’t be like that, Cassie.” Balthazar handed him a glass of whiskey, “You know full well what I am referring to.”
“Enlighten me.” Castiel took a small sip and hummed at the taste tingling on his tongue.
“Well, first of all, you were going around with your dom hormones all over the place on Saturday, sending out subs into confusion by praising them and patting their heads all the time. Then you overperform to the point that one of our customers couldn’t leave his subspace for hours. Do you have any idea how scared our employees were to send him home that day? If he dropped from that , oooh.” Balthazar took a sip of wine and his face loosened.
“So, I’m in trouble for performing my work too well.” Castiel frowned.
“No no. No trouble.” Balthazar sat down on his chair, leaning back. There was a table between them, but Castiel still felt like he was being pinned by Balthazar’s gaze. It prickled, like needles, because he knew his cousin would not back away if Castiel’s answer didn’t satisfy him.
Castiel didn’t want to admit the truth. Not yet. Not now. Not when he himself didn’t understand what was happening. He knew he was acting out of character, but he thought if he worked more and didn’t think about it, maybe he would gain a bit of control back. Technically, he hadn’t violated any of Paradise’s rules, and he had reached the target number of restoration work for this month at his day job 10 days early. Crowley was amazed and allowed him to slow down for the rest of the month.
Castiel sighed, and Balthazar pointed at him, “See? That. That is what I am referring to. You have something in your mind. You never have anything in your mind, Cassie.”
“First of all, that is ot my name. And second of all, I have a brain, I am fully capable of thinking.” Castiel frowned.
“And now you are defecting.” Balthazar hummed, narrowing his eyes, “You do it when I am right.”
When Castiel didn’t answer, Balthazar grinned, “You really think I don’t know you?”
Castiel rolled his eyes, but then Balthazar leaned back, all relaxed and carefree. But Castiel knew, no matter how they acted, Balthazar and Gabriel never actually loosened up, not to the extent that they needed anyway. They have too much on their mind, too much weight on their shoulders that they could never get rid of. Sometimes, Castiel was grateful for them.
“Oh come on, Cassie. Would it be so bad if you tell me what was making you so horny you go around spreading your dommy grace all over the place?” Balthazar whined.
And sometimes, Castiel wanted to choke them to death.
“I’m fine.” Castiel huffed.
Balthazar didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push any further. Castiel looked at him, and when the man looked like he didn’t have anything more to say, Castiel pushed his chair back and stood, leaving the room with a curt goodbye.
Closing the door behind his back, Castiel sighed.
Maybe he was being too obvious.
Still, he didn’t really know what to do with himself most of the time these days. Everything was just as confusing to him. He woke up, and the first thing he thought of was a beautiful shade of green, a pair of eyes that looked at him with so much softness and trust that it made him ache all over. As he get through the day, he couldn’t take his mind off the way those eyes looked up at him, the way the owner of those gaze fit so perfectly between his legs, the way he leaned sweetly against his thighs.
Castiel sighed, but what Balthazar said was fact, and Castiel knew that his state of mind could be counted as unprofessionalism. The way he was behaving was affecting others, and Castiel didn’t want to cause others trouble. His problems were his own, and he should keep it that way.
Castiel made it back to the employee room for Doms, and since it was Thursday, there was Cain and Arthur Ketch already sitting there. He respected Cain, and he tolerated Arthur to an extent. When Castiel walked in, Arthur greeted him politely, while Cain only spared him a look before returning to his book. Sometimes, when he was in the mood to talk, he would tell Castiel about the bees that he was keeping, and Arthur would join in the conversation. Both men were knowledgeable, and Castiel found that he enjoyed having conversation with them.
But not today, apparently, because Cain was mostly silent. Castiel was not in the mood to talk, either. He took a seat across the room, and he closed his eyes, leaning back and trying his best to shove away the image of the man’s face.
My god but he was perfect.
Castiel heaved a sigh, and he adjusted his mindset just in time when Alfie knocked and came in.
“Hello.” Alfie smiled and he looked around the room quickly before quickly looking back at the file in his hand, “Arthur, you have a new customer today. Here is the file. She’s already in your room.”
Arthur took the file with one hand, smiling at Alfie and immediately flipped through it before walking out of the room.
“See you, gentlemen.” He said before closing the door behind him.
Castiel looked at Alfie’s tight smile and remembered the reason why he barely tolerated Arthur. The man needed to treat his colleagues better. Sure, some customers might like that kind of treatment, but he acted like basic respect for subs were hell fire.
“Master Cain, uhm, your usual, sir.” Alfie looked flustered, and his face was red all the way. He shifted in place, looking slightly nervous.
Cain looked at him, then at his book, remembering the page before closing it, standing up. The man was the oldest here, but he was also the most sought out. He had the look that every single sub would be willing to pay for, and he carried himself with a quiet, luxurious confidence that even Castiel looked up to. He was the perfect dom, and for a moment, his traitorous mind wondered if Dean would feel better if the person taking care of him was Cain.
Cain walked to Alfie, and before he walked past the boy, he leaned down to place a kiss on the boy’s hair. He didn’t say a word, but Alfie looked like he was about to faint.
Castiel stood once Cain was gone, and he walked to Alfie.
“Samandriel, look at me, please.”
Alfie did, and his eyes were glazed all over.
“I need you to take slow, deep breaths.” Castiel said calmly, “Breathe in, count from one to five, then breathe out.”
Alfie followed his lead, and after a few deep breaths, he calmed down a bit.
“I don’t think I will be able to get used to that.” Alfie chuckled.
“If you find it too uncomfortable…” Castiel frowned.
“Oh, oh no.” Alfie blushed, and he shook his head, “Everyone is kind, and I like it.”
“You seemed tense.” Castiel scanned Alfie’s body language.
“Yes, a room with 3 doms would do that to me.” Alfie smiled, “But really, Castiel, it’s okay. I, well, it made me relaxed before seeing customers.”
“Are you… certain?” Castiel asked.
“Yes.” Alfie nodded, “Don’t tell anyone, but some subs are jealous of me for this…” He chuckled nervously.
Castiel’s lips twitched, and he let go.
“Oh, right, for you. Your usual. He’s in the room.” Alfie said.
“Yes. Thank you.” Castiel was about to pat Alfie’s head when Balthazar’s words struck him. He was causing confusion for his colleague by going around praising them. It made them happy, yes, but it would affect their interaction with customers, and that was not very good.
Alfie was looking at him, and when Castiel hesitated, he looked slightly concerned. Castiel shook his head and patted Alfie anyway. The boy looked really happy, and he left the room smiling.
That was fine, he guessed.
Alfie was like his younger brother, and Castiel had always been taking care of him. It was something both of them were used to and Castiel was not the only person favouring Alfie.
Castiel grabbed the door handle, and with a deep breath, he let go of all lingering thoughts and slipped into his work mode. It used to be easier, but Castiel right now, it was enough.
He opened the door.
Work.
***
It was Friday again, and when Castiel arrived at the club, he heard Gabriel’s voice before seeing the man.
“Special delivery! Pie day! Pie for everyone!”
The moment Castiel walked in, he was assaulted with the sweet scent of pie and a Gabriel who was absolutely high on sugar. He was holding a pie in one hand and holding Anna’s waist with the other. Anna looked fed up, but she let him get away with it. When she saw Castiel, she gave him a smile and moved from Gabriel.
“Hello Castiel.” She smiled.
“Anna.” Castiel nodded, “Did Gabriel harass you?”
“Yup.” She grinned, “Think you can get him to Animal control?”
“I’ll try.” Castiel hummed.
“I’m still right here, baby brother.” Gabriel howled and grabbed Alfie, who was just minding his own business.
“Hey,” Anna raised an eyebrow and tug Alfie back, “No harassing Samandriel.”
“Garbiel.” Castiel chided.
“What? He likes me? Don’t you, Alfie?” Gabriel waggled his eyebrow.
“No he doesn’t.” Hannah, another sub, walked out and flicked Gabriel’s forehead.
“Awww, who can resist me?” Gabriel gave Hannah the pie he was holding.
Hannah raised an eyebrow and took the pie, but she refused to look at Gabriel. She looked at Castiel, nodded at him, and then walked back to the employee room for subs.
Gabriel walked to Castiel, grinning, “She likes you.”
“Don’t be absurd, Gabriel.” Castiel said, and he tugged Gabriel’s forearm, “Let’s go. We’ll open shortly and it’s not professional to stand here and make a fuss for customers to see.”
Gabriel followed him, but on the way, he kept talking about how Hannah was looking at Castiel weirdly, and how she was ‘head over tits’ for him. Castiel let his cousin’s words slip through his ears, since he was in no way interested. 2 years of working here, Castiel had never had any interest toward any of his coworkers, and that fact was not going to change now. For customers…
Two weeks ago, Castiel could proudly say the same thing, yet right now, he was not entirely sure.
When his mind wandered to a pair of green eyes, his heart rate started to pick up, and Castiel felt the distinct sensation of nervousness crawling under his skin.
“Hello? Earth to Castiel? Copy?” Gabriel waved his hand in front of Castiel’s face, and Castiel forced his attention back to his cousin.
“What?” He frowned.
“Ouch, no need to be rough.” Gabriel smirked, “What were you thinking about so intensely? Pooping? You look constipated.”
“Mind your business, Gabriel. I was not thinking about anything.” Castiel dropped himself on the couch, sighing when he leaned back.
“Lie, lie, lie. What a naughty angel.” Gabriel seemed to not get the message. He never did.
“I am not lying.” Castiel closed his eyes.
“You are off these days. And now you are acting weird. Is there something you are not telling me?” Gabriel hummed.
“Nothing.” Castiel groaned, “Can you leave me alone for 2 seconds.”
“Fine. But don’t come crying to me later, then.”
“Never.” Castiel sighed.
With one second of silence, Castiel tried and failed to clear his thoughts. There were just so many, and he didn’t know how to organise them. It used to be so easy… It used to be effortless.
The act of going into a room and touching someone, talking to them, taking care of them. To Castiel, it used to be just like taking care of a damaged book. To him, people and books were not much different. He looked for the damaged part, identifying the appropriate method of approaching, and then he got to work. Castiel even had a system he used for both. It was the same to him.
Something fluttered in his chest, still.
It was like a small, tingling wave, rushing forward whenever he thought about what was to come. Ever since last week, it had become a conditional reaction whenever he thought about seeing Dean again.
Castiel didn’t know what it was that made the difference. He didn’t know whether it was the man’s appearance or his nature. He was beautiful, so much more than any man that Castiel had ever met, and upon his sight, Castiel felt a sense of desire flared inside of him, something he had never felt with anyone before. And Dean’s nature, the way he behaved. He was so damaged, so inexperienced, but he hid it carefully under layers and layers of disguise. It fitted him so well, yet it prevented people from seeing the real him.
Last week, Castiel only had a chance to see a fraction of the person hidden under those layers. It was brief, yet it captivated him, it made him protective and wanted for more. Castiel wanted more.
It was unprofessional, and it was reckless, but he couldn’t resist.
He tried.
“-iel. Cas… Castiel!” Gabriel snapped his fingers, and Castiel cracked his eyes open.
“What?”
“It’s time. Wakey-wakey! Can’t let our paying customers wait.” Gabriel grinned, and then he studied Castiel’s face silently.
“I’m fine, Gabriel.” Castiel stood, and he looked at Inias at the door.
Inias nodded at him and said, “Same customer from last week.”
“Thank you, Inias.” Castiel nodded and walked out of the door.
For a moment, it didn’t feel real that he was doing this. For the past week, Castiel had thought so much about seeing Dean again, to the point that right now, when he was actually walking toward Dean, it felt like he was still imagining.
Castiel stopped at his door. He double checked the nameplate, and knocked 3 times.
“Come in.” A muffled voice came from inside, and it sounded slightly strange. It was Dean, yes, but he sounded…
Castiel opened the door, and he was greeted with a sight that made all of his anxiety drain from his body.
Sitting in his kitchen was Dean, still beautiful like the last time Castiel saw him, and he looked so relaxed, so happy with his mouth stuffed full with Gabriel’s pie.
Castiel’s lips curled, and he actually chuckled.
Dean blinked at him, and then he raised his plate, “Man, this pie is fabulous. Do you want some?”
“No, Dean, you can have all the pie you want.” Castiel murmured, and Dean hummed pleasantly, swallowing his mouthful and continued to shove another fork in his mouth.
Castiel looked at the way Dean’s lips wrapped around the fork, and he narrowed his eyes a little bit.
To distract himself, Castiel decided to loosen up a little bit. He took off his trenchcoat, then his vest, leaving only his shirt and tie. After hanging his coat and vest in the closet, Castiel slowly folded his sleeves up, exposing his forearm. Once done, he turned to the kitchen and found Dean looking at him with wide eyes.
Castiel felt his chest expanded. There was something about Dean’s eyes on him that made Castiel feel even more confident than he usually was. Knowing he had an effect on a man like Dean would boost any man’s pride, Castiel’s specifically.
“May I?” Castiel walked to Dean, and he extended his hand.
Dean blinked, not really sure what he was being asked. He looked at Castiel, his pupil blown wide, his face struck, and his lips slightly parted. Castiel soaked in the attention like a sponge, and he waited patiently before asking again.
“Dean, may I have the plate?”
“Wh-What? Oh? Oh yes, of course, help yourself. It’s not even mine. It was here before I arrived and I thought, uhm…” Dean looked flustered, and he looked around to find another plate, which he didn’t, and he looked distressed before looking at his own, “Sorry, I…”
“Hey.” Castiel murmured, “Dean, look at me.”
Dean’s eyes immediately snapped to Castiel’s face, waiting.
“Give me your plate.” Castiel clarified.
“Oh.” Dean looked at his piece of pie, and he looked like a kicked puppy, but he handed it to Castiel anyway.
Castiel forced his laugh down, and he pulled the chair next to Dean, sitting down. He scooped a piece of pie with the fork and brought it to Dean’s mouth. Dean looked like someone had just offered him the world, and he opened readily, eating it with a satisfied smile. Somehow, it warmed Castiel’s inside in a way he never knew.
Once he finished, Castiel looked at Dean and asked, “Do you want some more?”
Dean looked at the rest of the pie, which was like three-fourth of the original one. He only cut the thing into 4 pieces, and each piece was huge. He looked at it, then back at Castiel.
“You can.” Castiel reassured him.
“Yes!” Dean brightened up, and Castiel chuckled.
“Did you have dinner before you came?” Castiel scooped another huge piece of pie on the plate, and he brought a forkful to Dean’s lips.
Dean leaned in and closed his lips around the full bite of pie, humming and shook his head.
“If my brother had paid for this, might as well get the full service.” Dean grinned cheekily.
“Ah.” Castiel chuckled.
“What?” Dean shrugged.
“Nothing.” Castiel smiled, giving Dean another bite, “There aren’t many people coming here for the food, and I think it’s nice that you are, for a change.”
“Mnhm?” Dean couldn’t speak, so he made a questioning sound.
“Yes.” Castiel grabbed some tissue and leaned in to wipe some filling that stuck to the corner of Dean’s mouth, pleased to find Dean blushing slightly, “People who come here often for a service that we provide, you see. And they think that by focusing on that only, they can get their money’s worth. But in my opinion, they missed a lot of fun.”
He looked directly into Dean’s eyes, and he brought another forkful up to the man’s lips. Dean blushed prettily, and he looked down, methodically and sheepishly ate what he was given.
“Look at me.” Castiel murmured.
Dean looked at Castiel through his eyelashes, with his lips still around the fork.
Castiel narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, they missed a lot, indeed.” He hummed, and Dean slowly leaned back, sliding his lips off the fork. When he chewed, it was a lot slower than before, and Castiel enjoyed every moment.
The rest of the piece on the plate seemed to evaporate way too quickly, and the air in the room suddenly felt thicker than the raspberry filling that was clinging on the corner of Dean’s lips.
“Good?” Castiel asked, his voice barely a murmur.
“Good…” Dean breathed shakily, and he looked almost shy.
“May I have a taste now?” Castiel put the plate on the table, and he turned to Dean.
Dean blinked at him, then looked at the rest of the pie as if it was Castiel’s intention. He chuckled nervously, “Yeah, man. Of course. It’s yours, supposedly, right? I… I shouldn’t have, without asking. But hey, it was good, so, and, uhm, you gave half to me, so you can, you know, you can have the rest.”
Castiel didn’t really think he was a sadist, no, he had never enjoyed the pain, the cry of pain, or even the act of drawing pleasure from pain. But well… maybe it was not about pain, anyway. He thought as he looked at the way Dean was squirming in his seat, clearly aroused but filled with nerves. He was blushing so prettily, and he looked like he didn’t know what to do, didn’t really know where they stood.
Normally, Castiel would avoid it at all cost, but the way Dean was fretting over a few pieces of pie was beyond endearing, and his chest was filled with something similar to cotton, and it spreaded everywhere, buzzing in his veins and aching in his lower abdomen.
Dean looked at him, and Castiel smirked. Dean blinked, and he tilted his head.
“You are not talking about the pie, aren’t you?” He murmured, breathless.
“No, I am not.” Castiel chuckled, his eyes glued on Dean’s lips, hoping it would be a clear sign.
“Oh…” Dean breathed, and his eyes were everywhere but on Castiel’s face, “Oh well… I guess you are in charge. Why ask? You don’t need to, right? Because, because you know, you, the dom in the room, and I…”
“Dean…” Castiel leaned closer, and he draped his hand over Dean’s.
Dean’s mouth snapped shut, and he looked at Castiel’s hand as if it had 8 fingers. Castiel felt the way Dean’s hand twitched under his own, as if he didn’t know what to do with it.
“Dean, look at me, please.” Castiel inquired softly, and Dean’s eyes found his immediately.
“If I’m pushing you too hard, or if you are uncomfortable, I need you to tell me.” Castiel said, despite knowing perfectly well that it was not the case. He was pushing Dean, and he enjoyed it so much more than he should.
“No. No, that’s… that’s not, not it. No, not at all.” Dean mumbled, and he inhaled shakily before letting out a long, long sigh.
Castiel waited patiently, and when Dean was finally ready, he looked at Castiel again, voice uncertain, “Ask again.”
“Pardon?” Castiel blinked.
“Ask me again.” Dean murmured, and then, after a beat, he added, “... Please?”
It took Castiel 3 seconds, but when he finally understood, he smiled, “Dean, may I have a taste of the pie?”
“Yes.” The answer came immediately, and Dean surged forward, straddling Castiel quicker than lightning and pushed him back. His one hand found the back of Castiel’s neck, and the other went under his chin, tipping him back.
Castiel chuckled, and that was all he could manage before Dean’s soft lips were on his, uncertain, and incredibly sweet.
“Mn…” Dean hummed, and he kissed Castiel as if this was a first kiss in a romance movie.
It was melting, and Castiel’s chest trembled as he savoured the taste sweeter than honey, sinking into the feeling that he had never experienced before. It was like something inside him just clicked in place, like the slight tilt of the universe’s axis just righted itself. His brain buzzed pleasantly, and for a moment, Castiel thought he could feel the way his soul was filling its physical vessel to the brim.
It was a bit too much, yes, but there was no other explanation, no other way he could describe the sensation of moving his lips against Dean’s.
They were breathless with just a simple kiss, and Castiel wanted this to drag on forever, to be lost right there and then. He wanted nothing more than to just fall, to just let go of everything and give Dean whatever it was that the man wanted. To him, at the moment, nothing was more important than this gorgeous man in his hold.
The man’s body fitted so perfectly against him, and Castiel wrapped his hand tightly around Dean’s body, satisfied beyond comprehension as he felt the sturdy body underneath.
“Hngh…” Dean moaned as Castiel tightened his hold, and as his lips parted, Castiel moved before he had the time to think about it. He slid his tongue between Dean’s lips, licking, teasing, and when he could taste the raspberry on the corner of Dean’s mouth, he smiled.
Dean fell into Castiel’s hold, but at the same time, his muscles were tense, as if he was holding himself back. It was the last thing Castiel wanted at the moment, so he started to tease Dean’s tongue. He barely pushed his way inside, and once he did, he withdrew at the first hint of Dean’s tongue. It went on and on, like a cruel game of tag, and Castiel enjoyed every moment, every sensation of Dean’s lips and tongue against his own.
But Dean started to grow impatient, and all it took was a nib on his lips before Dean growled and grabbed Castiel tightly before sliding his tongue in Castiel’s mouth.
Castiel hummed in satisfaction, and he let Dean roam in the confined space of his mouth. He let Dean explore to his heart’s content, and when Dean was satisfied, Castiel pushed him back, and he returned the favor with thorough sweeps of his tongue.
Dean moaned into the kiss, and he melted completely, submitting to Castiel’s will. He let Castiel take control, let Castiel guide him in the dance that they were sharing, and damn , it felt so fucking good. It felt like he had been offered the world’s greatest treasure, and Castiel was only human.
He sank, deep, deeper, and he took what he could, stuffing himself full, until his body was heavy with it, until the excitement intoxicated him, until greed became poison in his vein, and he was dizzy with it.
It ached Castiel physically when he had to slowly withdraw, just to get some air that he didn’t really give a damn about at the moment. Even then, their lips were still close, millimetres from touching. Their breaths mingled, hot against their skin.
Dean’s fingers were in Castiel’s hair, slowly drawing circles. His fingertips under Castiel’s chin were hot, and Castiel had to refrain himself from tilting his head to rest fully on Dean’s palm.
Their eyes met, and oh… the colour of Dean’s eyes…
Castiel could sink into it the whole day and still get lost.
The air between them was filled with static, buzzing and crackling with tension. They were breathing in sync, and Castiel knew that if it were up to him, they would never leave this chair, never stop. The attraction, the yearning was too overwhelming, and Castiel should feel alarmed by how fast he was sinking in, but he didn’t. Should he be alarmed because he didn’t?
Castiel opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t know what. For once in his life, he was rendered speechless, all from a simple kiss. He looked at Dean, at the way the man’s pupil dilated, and there was nothing else to say.
Dean sank in again, and this time, when their lips met, it was like coming home. Everything settled the moment Dean’s soft lips caressed his own. Castiel’s worries evaporated as if they had never existed, and he let himself fall, crumbling to Dean’s will.
It was almost too much, the way his feelings, whatever it was, swelled inside his chest.
Castiel kissed Dean like there was no tomorrow, like if he stopped, he wouldn't be allowed a second chance. His hands were on Dean’s hip, wrapping around his body. One of his hands grabbed Dean’s side tightly, satisfied with how firm it was, how perfect it felt. He stroked it gently, and before he knew it, he was pressing directly on the skin underneath. The temperature under his hand was hot, and Castiel savoured the smooth skin, the lines of Dean’s body, built like he was God’s favourite.
My god but he was perfect.
Castiel sucked on Dean’s tongue, and his hand slid on Dean’s stomach.
Dean moaned, and he nudged forward, his forehead and nose pressed against Castiel’s as his mouth withdrew, just a second, enough to let out a delicious and needy sound, before returning to Castiel like a good boy he was.
Castiel hummed, the only way he could to convey his approval, and his hand, which was on the small of Dean’s back, pressed down.
Dean moaned into his mouth, and his hand curled, grabbing Castiel’s hair. He didn’t tug, though. Instead, he kept repeating the motion, scratching Castiel’s scalp, and Castiel never knew he could like something so simple so much. Dean’s other hand was cupping Castiel’s face now. His hand was warm, slightly rough but perfectly firm.
“Mn…” A soft, satisfied moan that Castiel couldn’t tell who made.
They parted once more for air, and when Castiel fluttered his eyes open, he found Dean looking at him with eyes glazed over.
They were silent, because the moment was too good to break with any sound other than soft, pleasant moans and heavy breathing. Castiel studied Dean’s expression while Dean did the same, and though Castiel always prioritise communication between him and his customers, at the moment, he couldn’t give even half a fuck.
His eyes roamed Dean’s expression, and in the thick, heavy silence, he asked a question that Dean didn’t need to hear to understand. And in a way, Castiel caught Dean’s answer without the man having to say anything.
Castiel smiled, and Dean blinked, as if he was amazed by what he was seeing.
They kissed once more, but this time, Castiel slid his hand down Dean’s arse, and when Dean obediently lifted himself to accommodate Castiel’s arm, Castiel lifted them both from the chair.
Dean yelped, but he didn’t move away. He held Castiel tightly, kissing him with renewed fever. Their bodies were pressing close, and Castiel could feel how hot Dean’s lower abdomen was, how much he was affected by this, and he savoured it with every swipe of his tongue.
Castiel knew his room enough to not have to look. When his knee touched the bed, he stopped and kissed Dean for another moment before stopping and threw Dean on the thick, soft mattress.
Dean landed with a heavy thump, and he moaned as Castiel fell on him, pinning both of his arms on top of his head. This time, Castiel kissed him as if he wanted to devour the man alive, which was not really far from the truth, and Dean absolutely loved it, judging from the way his legs wrapped around Castiel’s body and the way he arched his body into Castiel’s.
Castiel would admit to Dean, some time later, that it was the first time he had ever kissed his client, and the first time he had kissed anyone in years. Castiel would admit to Dean, some time later, that he had never fucked his client without a proper negotiation first. And he would, some time later, tell Dean that he had never wanted someone this bad, to the point that his chest was bursting open with emotions. It was so much more than just attraction, so much more than just lust.
It was intoxicating.
They breathed heavily when they parted this time, and Dean looked utterly debauched and delicious, spreaded out to Castiel’s liking. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, shaky with arousal.
He looked at Castiel like he had hung the moon, and he waited patiently.
This was what it felt like, what it was supposed to feel like, being a dom and being looked at by his sub. This was what Castiel had always looked for, searching and searching to no avail.
And now, suddenly, god decided that he had earned it, and finally gave him Dean.
My gosh but he was pathetic.
Dean parted his lips, as if wanting to ask Castiel for something, but Castiel stopped him. He leaned down and latched his mouth on Dean’s jaw, kissing, nibbling, and when he moved to the side of Dean’s neck, Dean’s body jerked as he turned to the other side, giving Castiel more. Castiel knew he had found an erogenous zone, and he took what he was giving. He kissed, licked, and sucked the tender skin into his mouth, leaving marks along the way.
Mine.
He hummed and moved to the back of Dean’s ears, drawing a broken moan from the man. Dean’s body was heating up under him, and when their clothed erection collided, Castiel shook violently as Dean sobbed, trembling as if he was close to coming. Dean struggled under him, trying to yank his hands from Castiel’s hold with little persuasion. And when Castiel pinned down tighter, Dean arched his body beautifully, moaning and gasping. He turned his head, pressing his face on Castiel’s forearm, mouthing the skin he could reach.
Beautiful. He thought.
It wasn’t until Dean opened his eyes, giving Castiel a startled look, had he known he said it out loud.
“You are…” Castiel murmured, careful as if he was walking on thin ice, “So beautiful, so lovely under me.”
Dean made a disapproving sound, but then it was swallowed down, drowned in the pained moan that broke out of him when Castiel tightened his hands around his wrist.
“Do you know, Dean, that I never kiss my client?”
Dean looked at him, eyes wide and confused.
Castiel smiled, “Do you know what you are doing to me?” |
Dean hummed, and then he squirmed, making their erection rubbing together once more.
“Mn… Yes…” Castiel breathed, and he leaned closer to Dean’s ears, licking.
Dean made a surprised sound, and he trembled slightly under Castiel. Castiel took it as a good sign, and he slowly licked and breathed on the reddened ear torturously slowly.
“Do you know how fast you are ruining me, Dean?” Castiel asked, his voice low and raspy, already too far gone.
Dean was tilting his head away, but the way he shook still gave Castiel a fair idea of how he was reacting, to his voice and to his advance.
“Please…” Dean breathed, barely a whisper.
“Yes?” Castiel smiled, and he lifted his hips just a bit, enough so that Dean could feel the loss of his body weight.
“Please…” Dean repeated, and he turned to Castiel. Whatever defence he had, it had crumbled completely.
“Yes.” Castiel hummed, and he moved back, to Dean’s disappointment.
But it wasn’t long, because a second later, Castiel was looking at Dean with that look that told him that Castiel had slipped into his dominant mindset. He wrapped it around him like a bespoke suit, and Dean had to bite down to stop himself from moaning. His cock leaked in his pants, and Dean swallowed with difficulty as he looked at the blue of Casitel’s eyes.
“ Strip .” A sharp, deep command that shook Dean’s frame rumbled from Castiel’s throat, and Dean had never complied to anything that fast.
Castiel let his eyes roamed Dean’s feature, seeing him peeling layers after layers that he used to cover himself. He looked intently, as Dean presented himself. His muscles flexed as he moved around, and they were so easy on the eyes, so pleasant to look at that Castiel thought about having Dean lying down, just so he could have his fill of the man’s figure.
Dean peeled off to the very last layer, until all that was left on him was his brief, and there, he started to look a bit uncertain. He carefully looked at Castiel, and when he found no sign of disapproval, he titled his head and grinned, “Like what you see, sir?”
“Exceedingly.” Castiel purred, and he slowly pulled his tie off.
Dean inhaled sharply, and his eyes glued on Castiel’s every movement, watching him with undivided attention that had Castiel slightly lightheaded. He didn’t take it very far, only the tie, and when Dean realised that, he made a cute whine at the back of his throat that drew Castiel in.
“Disappointed?”
“Want to see you…” Dean murmured, trailing his lips along Castiel’s cheek and to his ears, breathing softly.
“You will, eventually.” Castiel hummed, “But I want to be careful with you.”
“‘m not delicate.” Dean grumbled, “Not a fricking maiden.”
“No, you’re not.” Castiel chuckled, and he placed his palm on Dean’s skin, trailing from his chest to his stomach, resting on his lower abdomen where there was a cute, soft patch, “You are far more precious.”
Dean blushed bright red, squirming under Castiel's touch. He looked conflicted, as if he didn’t know what to do. He looked like he was thinking whether he should rebuke Castiel’s praise or move away from Castiel’s touch on his stomach. Finally, he blinked nervously, looking away and mumbled, “If you say anything about cutting down on the pie, I’ll punch you in the face.”
Castiel was taken aback, but then a laugh bubbled out of him before he could take a hold of it. He chuckled, and he leaned in to kiss Dean on the cheek, “No, I was thinking it’s rather cute. And if you like, I’ll make sure there’s pie here every time you come.”
Dean’s ears looked like it was about to bleed, and Castiel didn’t really need to pay attention to see Dean’s cock twitching in his brief, creating a dark patch on it. Castiel quietly wondered how wet it could become if they just do it like this, without taking it off.
“You like that, hm?” Castiel smiled, pressing kisses along Dean’s neck. When Dean tilted his head willingly, he pushed the man down and continued murmuring into the skin, “Do you like it when I take care of you, paying attention to your needs?”
Dean whined, and Castiel’s hand found the man’s waist, slowly sliding down to his hip bones, then to the waistband of his underwear.
“Do you like it when I spoon-feed you, when I treasure you? Is that what you want, Dean?”
Castiel asked softly, and when he reached Dean’s chest, he sucked several marks near Dean’s heart. Dean made a needy noise, his hands slid into Castiel’s hair.
“Or do you like it when I boss you around, when I toss you and manhandle you to my heart’s liking?” Castiel murmured, and he enveloped Dean’s erected nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, then scratched it gently with a hint of teeth.
Dean moaned and arched his body, his hips made an aborted thrust, and when Castiel pressed him back down the mattress, the sound he made was exquisite.
“I have so many plans for you, Dean, yet so little time.” Castiel hummed, nibbling along the line of Dean’s lean muscles, then back to his chest. He latched onto the man’s other nipple, savouring the way his chest rose and fell, trembling from the sensation and struggling to breathe. Castiel was dizzy from it, and the taste of Dean’s skin on him was so much better than anything Castiel had ever had before.
“Please…” Dean was breathless, shaking with anticipation, and he tug aimlessly at Castiel’s shirt in a desperate attempt to have Castiel do something, anything to him. He was close to bursting, close to tipping over, yet they haven’t even gotten completely naked. It had already been too much for him to take. If somebody were to ask him if he had experienced something like this before, he would be certain that the answer would be no. Castiel was doing something to him, had been doing something to him ever since they first met, and it was wrecking him so frighteningly fast that Dean didn’t know what to think.
He gasped and writhed under those impossible blue eyes, basking in the sense of submission that didn’t made him feel like a filthy slut, but a treasured piece of… something,
It was so strange, so scary, yet so devastatingly inviting.
“Please what, Dean?” Castiel murmured, tilting his head slightly and looked at Dean without any hint of anger. He was not mad that Dean forgot. He just wanted to remind him.
Dean melted, and willingly, he whispered, “Please, sir…”
“And what would you like me to do to you, gorgeous boy?” Castiel smiled kindly as he nibbled around Dean’s nipple, teasing him, keeping him on edge.
“Anything. Literally anything you want. Just…” Dean squirmed under Castiel’s scrutiny, under his gaze that could melt gold.
“And what if I want to prolong this? Want to tease you and keep you on edge?” Castiel murmured, his hand ran along the line of Dean’s jaw, down to his shoulder. When he reached Dean’s arm, his touch made the man’s skin break into goosebumps.
Dean was still blushing so prettily, and Castiel found himself smiling, his inside turning into a mess. It was as if the past week where his frustration, his longing, and desperation had been pushed into a far away past. Right now, Castiel could only think of Dean, and he wanted nothing more than to give the man everything he wanted.
Dean looked at him through his eyelashes, and he bit his lips, “Please…” He murmured.
And Castiel was only human.
He leaned down, claiming Dean’s lips once more, kissing him fervently. His hand found Dean’s clothed cock, aching and leaking, and he pressed his palm flat down.
Dean jerked and moaned into his mouth. The sound slid down his throat, and Castiel drank it like the finest whiskey. It burnt his lungs, his heart, and his entire abdomen, but Castiel didn’t care. He took them greedily. All of them.
Dean’s hand snapped to Castiel’s, grabbing his wrist. But he didn’t want Castiel to stop. Castiel let him, and he closed his eyes, feeling the way Dean’s body to his tongue, to his touch. His mouth was wet and hot, and the sound coming from it was pure temptation. His body tensed and jerked with every movement from Castiel’s hand.
Dean fell back on the mattress, arching his body, and he hissed when Castiel pressed down on his cock head that was still in his underwear.
“Fuck!” Dean groaned as Castiel repeated the motion at the same time he sucked Dean’s nipple into his mouth, “Oh fuck-fuck, shitshitshit!”
Castiel smiled, and he kissed down, to Dean’s abdomen. His hand moved to Dean’s balls, massaging them through a layer of clothes, and Dean sobbed, struggling to stay in place instead of jerking away from the immense pleasure.
One more push.
Castiel hummed, and he licked along the line of Dean’s body, then he sank his tongue into the man’s belly button at the same time he slid his hand from the root of Dean’s cock to its head, increasing the pressure until Dean could no longer take it.
He screamed, his body arched impossibly, and he shook as his cock erupted, wetting his underwear with hot spurts of cum.
It was a long orgasm, and even when Dean was done, his hips kept thrusting into Castiel’s hand, until he whined from the overstimulation.
“Alright… alright…” Castiel removed his hand, and he came up just as Dean reached out, clinging to him as he panted, “You did so well.” Castiel murmured, kissing Dean’s forehead, temple, and then his cheek, “You did good, Dean. Such a good boy.”
Dean whimpered, and he finally let out a sigh, dropping his head back and looked around like he was lost.
Castiel could never get tired from looking at Dean like this. He looked so open, so vulnerable, and relaxed. He looked like for a moment, nothing in the world mattered. Nothing was weighing down on him anymore, and he could be true to himself, allowing himself to enjoy this without guilt.
So beautiful.
Mine… Castiel’s mind provided.
And that thought did something to Castiel that he had previously thought impossible.
He drank in the sight of Dean, and when Dean’s eyes focused back on him, Castiel’s heartbeat tripped, and it clenched, aching yet soothing in a way.
“Hello Dean.” Castiel smiled.
“Hello to you .” Dean mumbled, and then he looked at Castiel’s body, blinking groggily before reaching out, “Here, let me…”
“Oh, no, that won’t be necessary.” Castiel smiled and caught Dean’s hand, bringing it to his lips.
Dean frowned, and before he could blame himself internally, Castiel murmured, “I am not quite done with you.”
Dean tilted his head, and for a moment, Castiel thought that it was adorable.
“Well I’m glad that you think highly of me, man. But well, uhm, I’m not that young anymore, remember?” Dean raised his eyebrows, “I don’t think I can get it up anytime soon, so…”
“Mn. I know. But we have time.” Castiel said, and he intertwined their fingers before leaning down and caught Dean’s waistband with his lips, pulling it down slowly.
Dean’s eyes widened, and if his face could get any redder, it would.
“Cas?” He blinked, but then had to look away when Castiel dragged his underwear down and revealed the mess inside.
It was messy, and Dean’s cock was covered in cum.
Castiel knelt on the ground, and while maintaining eye contact, he slowly darted his tongue out to lick Dean’s limp cock, gathering cum on his tongue, and then swallowed.
“Fuck.” Dean dropped his head on the bed and chuckled, “It had been forever since anyone did that.”
“Then I guess I should go slow?” Castiel smiled, kissing the cock head.
Dean hissed and tried to move away, but even with one hand, Castiel could still pin him down. Dean melted, his legs came up and wrapped around Castiel’s body. Castiel chuckled and lifted his right leg, putting it on his shoulder.
Dean’s cock twitched at that, and Castiel licked a dollop of cum on his stomach, “Like it? Your leg on my shoulder?”
“I…” Dean parted his lips, but no answer came after that. He looked flustered, shy, and Castiel didn’t need a verbal confirmation to understand.
“It’s alright, you can admit what you like, Dean. Everything will stay in this room.” Castiel licked Dean’s cock again, earning himself another soft whimper, “We have 10 sessions to enjoy this, so it would be a shame if you wouldn’t let go.”
If it were up to him, Castiel would ask Dean to come back, even after the 10 sessions. But from Dean’s attitude toward this, he only did this because his brother forced him to come and paid for it beforehand. Dean didn’t look like the type who would spend money on this kind of service. In fact, he said he only came because it was his last resort. So to Castiel, this 10 sessions was his only chance to enjoy God’s gift to him, coming in the form of the most beautiful and perfect man he had ever had the chance to lay hands on, and he didn’t want to waste it.
Dean seemed to be thinking about it, too, and he was quiet, so Castiel continued his work.
Once he had finished licking Dean clean, the man was half hard and was looking at Castiel with unsaid anticipation in his eyes.
Castiel slid his hand on Dean’s left thigh, stroking it gently. Then, while maintaining eye contact, he slowly spreaded it further. Dean whimpered, and he draped an arm over his face, hiding himself, too embarrassed to even look at Castiel in the eyes.
Castiel trailed his lips along the man’s inner thigh, nibbing gently, kissing, and occasionally, he would licked the tender skin playfully.
“I certainly like this…” Castiel murmured. He kissed along Dean’s inner thigh, to the back of his knee, then back. He had one hand on Dean’s leg, and it would be a lie saying he didn’t enjoy the firmness of Dean’s muscles under his palm, the way Dean would react nicely when Castiel squeezed him a little bit tighter than necessary.
Dean peaked at him from where he was hiding his face, and Castiel smiled, humming on the man’s pinkish patch of skin, sucking on it gently, “You, spreaded out wide for me to enjoy.”
“Mn…” Dean bit his lips and tossed his head back, groaning. His cock twitched on his stomach, clearly interested.
“You amazed me, Dean…” Castiel moved upward, closer and closer to Dean’s groin, and the man’s leg trembled in his hold, “You are beautiful, more than anyone I have ever met before. People should be lining up to worship your body.” Castiel murmured, and Dean gasped, making a soundless moan in his throat, “Yet here you are, begging for a touch from me. ” Castiel kissed the skin that connected Dean’s thigh to his abdomen, and Dean hissed, tensing.
“Do you have any idea how tempting you are? How you are affecting me?” Castiel kissed Dean’s stomach, then he nuzzled his nose on the side of Dean’s hard cock, “Do you know that I am barely holding myself together, how I am trying not to ravish you the way I am dying to do?”
Dean whimpered, and he was looking at Castiel with tears in his eyes, blinking in silent pleas. He was fully hard now, and despite saying he couldn’t, Dean’s cock surely had a different opinion.
“Cas…” Dean murmured his name, and Castiel basked in the sense of satisfaction that simple sound brought him.
“I would love to bend you over and have my way with you, but since you have never been with a man…” Castiel hummed, narrowing his eyes, calculating.
“I’m… I do… touch myself there, if, if that’s what you are asking.” Dean turned his face away, blushing to the root of his hair. His voice trembled from nervousness, and he dared not look at Castiel’s direction.
“Oh, I’m sure you do, pretty boy.” Castiel purred, pleased to see Dean reacted beautifully to the nickname, “It would be such a waste not to explore, especially with a hole as pretty as yours.”
Dean’s lips trembled, and he was clearly affected by Castiel’s endless praise. The way he took pride in making Castiel laugh, the way he reacted when Castiel told him how good he was. Dean was deprived of praise, and Castiel took it his mission to fix this.
“‘M not pretty…” Dean mumbled.
“None of that.” Castiel reached for the lube, and when he squirted some on his fingers, he leaned down to give Dean a peck on the cheek, “You don’t talk about my lovely possession that way, you hear?”
Dean’s eyes widened, and he looked at Castiel as if he couldn’t believe what he was listening to. For a brief moment, Castiel thought he had stepped over a line somehow and offended Dean, but when no other reaction came, he dared to take a leap of courage and murmured in Dean’s reddened ears.
“Tell me, Dean, who do you belong to?” His fingers found Dean’s pink entrance again, and when he gave the softest hint of pressure, Dean’s body seized, tensing so tightly for a moment before melting once more.
“Yours…” He breathed harshly, his gaze dissolved slowly.
“Say it one more time.” Castiel circled Dean’s rim, pressing down, kneading the sensitive plucker.
Dean gasped at Castiel’s touch, and he clearly used to the sensation as it took him no time to silently ask Castiel for more by spreading his legs, pushing his entire body in the direction of Castiel’s fingers.
“Yours. ‘M yours.” Dean sobbed, and he tried to pull Castiel closer.
Castiel obliged, and when he leaned down, Dean placed a sloppy kiss on Castiel’s lips, one that Castiel was glad to take over. Dean relinquished the control to him readily, without a fuss, and he opened up to Castiel’s advance with heated enthusiasm.
This kiss contained no less lust than their first one, even more, and as Castiel swirled his tongue in Dean’s hot mouth, sliding his tongue over Dean’s smooth one, he slowly pushed his fingers inside Dean’s tight passage.
The moan that melted on Castiel’s tongue and slid down his throat was utterly abandoned and sweet, and Castiel felt drunk, as if he had been offered the world’s finest nectar, and he sucked, trying to draw out more and more from Dean the way a bee would once it found the perfect flower.
My gosh but this man was exquisite.
Two of Castiel’s fingers slid inside, and Dean moaned as Castiel started to move them. He didn’t try to look for Dean’s prostate just yet, just lazily sliding them in and out. When his fingers almost slid out, he lingered at the entrance, swirling them around, deliberately stretching Dean in the most dawdling way possible, causing Dean to groan.
He grabbed Castiel’s shirt, tugging him, trying to scratch him, pulling him closer. His movements were frantic and desperate, and Castiel chuckled against his kiss-swollen lips.
“Yes?” He nibbled on Dean’s pouty lips, enjoying the softness of it.
“Such a tease!” Dean grunted.
“That’s not how you talk to your dom, Dean.” Castiel chuckled, and Dean huffed.
“Is that what we are doing? Playing?” Dean asked, his eyes slightly glazed over.
And oh…
“Do you want to?” Castiel asked.
He wondered since when had the line been blurred. Since when had his control faltered and it had become somewhat a playful, rather intimate act. It was hardly a scene anymore, hardly similar to what he usually does with his customers. Castiel hadn’t even realised he was doing it, but everything he had done with Dean since he walked through that door…
Oh…
Dean was looking at him with that green eyes of his, and he reached up to touch Castiel’s face.
“You are making a face.” He said quietly.
“I…” Castiel was slightly shaken.
“Was it something I did?” Dean asked, frowning.
“No. Oh no. Not at all.” Castiel shook his head.
“Oh…” Dean tilted his head, “Then?”
“I just…” Castiel looked at the man spreaded out under him, so open and willingly, “I don’t usually do this with…” The word ‘client’ could hardly leave his mouth, but Dean seemed to get it.
“I see.” Dean hummed, “But I am not making you uncomfortable?”
“God no.” Castiel chuckled, “But I’m afraid this is not what you pay for.”
“Hey, you said it yourself. I pay you to have a good time, and as long as I’m good, we’re good.” Dean said.
“But this is hardly a scene, and you need to be in a scene to be satisfied.” Castiel frowned.
“Do I look dissatisfied to you?” Dean chuckled, blushing to the tip of his ears.
Castiel finally smiled, and he leaned down, “No, far from it, actually.” He kissed Dean’s forehead, “You look beautiful.”
“Cheesy.” Dean laughed, and it was the most wonderful sound Castiel had ever heard, “We’re okay, then?”
“Yes.” Castiel closed his eyes, “But I really have to know. Do you want to resume our agreed role? Or do you wish this to be a casual session from this point on. I need consent.”
“So professional.” Dean scoffed, but then he was quiet for a second, “I wouldn’t mind…” He looked at Castiel through his eyelashes, “...one or two commands here and there.”
Castiel felt his chest expanded momentarily.
“As you wish.” Castiel smiled, pleased with Dean’s answer more than he wished to elaborate.
Dean looked at him, and after a moment, he spoke with a trembling voice.
“Fuck me, please, sir.”
Castiel froze, and he looked at Dean. The way the man was blushing made Castiel’s own heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
“Oh, but I said that I wouldn’t, not today, pretty boy.” Castiel slid his fingers inside Dean again, swirling around and pressed on Dean’s inner wall, causing the man to jerked and let out a long, wretched moan, “I have no doubt that you could take me with ease, but I do want to take my time, and I want you to think about it for the rest of your week.”
“Sir…” Dean sobbed, looking at Castiel as if he was about to beg again, and Castiel couldn’t have that, so he grinded his fingers on Dean’s wall, pressing on his prostate dead on.
Dean’s entire body convulsed, and he screamed, his hole clenched down on Castiel’s fingers.
Oh…
Castiel drank in the sight like an alcoholic, and he basked in the buzzing satisfaction thrumming in his veins that he was the person making Dean reacted in such a way.
Dean’s cock jumped on his stomach, and fat drops of precum leaked from the slit, dripping down his smooth skin, glistening.
Castiel wanted more than anything to lean down and licked them, so he did. He moved his body accordingly, and when he was aligned with Dean’s cock, he pressed his tongue down on the man’s cock head, licking away the droplets.
“Gah!” Dean jerked, “Oh… oh please, pleaseplease, oh god…” He hissed in pain and pleasure, and Castiel hummed as he enveloped Dean’s cock in his head as his fingers continued to torture the small spot inside.
Dean was trying to scramble away and jerking his hips upward at the same time. Castiel used his free hand to grip the man’s hip, and that made Dean’s cock jump in his mouth.
Dean was overwhelmed, and he was sobbing and moaning at the same time, screaming and begging, barely coherent. He was beet-ret from the root of his hair to the middle of his chest, and Castiel wished he could have that sight in a framed painting.
“Cas… Cas…” Dean was chanting his name, and Castiel slowly slid down along Dean’s length, engulfing him in his mouth. His fingers worked relentlessly, and it took Dean no more than a minute to scream and come deep down Cas’ throat.
Castiel hummed pleasantly at the sensation, and the vibration from him caused Dean to huff out a broken sob. He reached for Cas’ head, trying to push him away, and Castiel obliged. He swallowed around the lingering taste of Dean on his tongue. He looked at Dean, then, completely debauched and wrecked, sweaty and limbless on the bed.
“Too bad I couldn’t give you a command.” Castiel smiled, “My mouth was rather occupied, you see.”
Dean groaned, and he gave Castiel a look that had Castiel coming down for him once more. Dean nuzzled his neck, sighing.
“I don’t mind…” He mumbled.
“Tired?” Castiel asked.
“Mn.” Dean nibbled the exposed skin on Castiel’s neck, “Why are you still clothed?”
Castiel chuckled.
“I’m going to leave for a moment, I want you to stay awake for me.” He murmured.
“Where are you going?” Dean grunted, clearly dissatisfied.
“I’m going to grab my phone, then grab you a glass of juice, and then some hot towel.” Castiel said.
“Busy man.” Dean closed his eyes, and Castiel knew he had to be quick.
He got off the bed, which made Dean grumble, and went into the kitchen. He came back with a glass of apple juice and a straw for Dean to drink. Dean didn’t want to at first, but when he did, he drank the entire thing in seconds.
Castiel chuckled, and he patted Dean’s head before coming into the kitchen to grab his phone. While he texted the receptionist to check in, he walked into the bathroom for that hot towel.
When Castiel came back, Dean was blinking groggily on the bed, and as he saw Castiel, he reached out for him immediately. Castiel cleaned Dean’s body methodically, and once he was done, Dean didn’t let him leave.
“Stay.” Dean sighed.
“I will. Rest. I’ll wake you up in an hour.” Castiel pulled Dean into a hug.
Dean mumbled something incoherent, but then he nuzzled Castiel’s neck and promptly passed out.
Castiel hugged Dean tightly, and he murmured into Dean’s hair, “I think… I’m feeling something I’m not supposed to…” He chuckled defeatedly, “But I don’t really want to fight it… Is that bad?”
There was no one there to answer him, but Castiel was not entirely lost, since he knew what he wanted.
Gosh, he really wanted this…
“You are such a menace.” Castiel hummed, closing his eyes, “What should I do now, Dean?”