In hindsight he probably shouldn't have gone there, but by the time his pants were down around his ankles and his knees were locked the only thought Dean had in his head was how fucking awesome this was. He leaned against the stone wall in the dark alleyway with his head pressed to the rough brick and moaned out loud.
There were times when Dean was sure he was headed straight to hell again, but right now he didn't give a fuck. Let them send him back, just as long as he had this. He gripped Castiel's hair and caressed his head as Castiel licked the length of Dean's cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dean muttered under his breath. Nothing short of a hurricane could stop him now. Dean reached up with his free hand and touched the collar at his throat, and his cock pulsed at the dirty wrongness of it all. Here he was in some dark, skanky alley with an angel at his feet. A few weeks ago, Castiel had kissed Dean and confessed his devotion. Since then, they'd stolen every chance they could to touch, kiss or otherwise engage in sinful behavior.
Dean pushed his cock in deeper when Castiel moaned around his length and opened his eyes wide at how fucking amazing it felt when Castiel swallowed around his head. He looked down at Castiel and touched his chin to tilt Castiel's head just so. His cock pulsed again and Dean smirked. When he heard the sound down at the end of the alley, Dean gave a fleeting thought to pulling his gun, but the heat coiling low in his belly signaling how hard he was going to come at any second derailed that thought. Whoever the fuck that was, they were about to get a shocking eyeful.
Castiel gripped Dean's cock by the root and sucked harder, his lips wrapped tightly around him. Dean moaned and used one hand to brace himself against the wall so he wouldn't fall down.
"Fuck," Dean said again. It seemed to be the only word left in his vocabulary. Dean wasn't exactly known for his verbal skills, but he'd never lost the ability to speak during sex before now. Castiel drove him insane. Who would have thought that an angel could do that?
"Yes, some day," Castiel mumbled. His lips brushed the sensitized head of Dean's cock, and he looked up at Dean through dark lashes. Fuck, Castiel was trying to kill him. Dean wanted to say that, but he knew that the only word that would make it past his lips was fuck.
Dean watched as Castiel licked the tip, and speared the slit with his tongue and then wrapped his mouth around Dean's swollen head. Castiel sucked and licked again, and there was no way Dean could hold off much longer. He stared down and watched as Castiel's head bobbed up and down with each suck. Just when he thought he was going to come, Castiel pulled off and licked the tip again, and then stroked the length. He stared up at Dean with lips parted and a hint of mischief in his dark eyes. If Dean didn't know better, he'd think Castiel was torturing him.
"Say it," Dean whispered. This was their new game and nothing got them both hot faster. Dean watched as Castiel stroked him a few times, his palm caressing the tip of Dean's cock, smearing precome along his length. The friction of each stroke made Dean's cock pulse, but he didn't come. Castiel knew what made Dean come.
"Bless me father, for I have sinned," Castiel whispered so low that Dean barely heard the words. His cock jumped in Castiel's hand and when he wrapped his mouth tightly around Dean's dick, Dean threw his head back. He shivered when he turned his head to find a figure shrouded in the darkness at the end of the alley. Dean felt heat course through him at the thought of being watched by some stranger. As if the collar and those words and everything else weren't hot enough. The idea that the stranger would think this was some priest and some guy getting their rocks off in an alleyway turned him on even more. The fact that it was behind a church only added to the fantasy. Dean felt his balls tighten, and smirked at the figure as Castiel cupped them in his hand and licked the length of his cock from root to tip again and again, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before pulling off. Dean panted with each suck and lick, until he couldn't stand it any more. He needed to come right this second.
The headlights from a passing car illuminated the alleyway, and Dean's eyes went wide when he saw clearly the supposed stranger watching them. He swallowed and stared at his brother as Castiel sucked him in deep. Right at that moment, Dean exploded down Castiel's throat. Fuck. Dean was sure he was going to die as his cock pulsed and he came. Castiel pulled off and Dean's climax continued. He came all over Castiel's lips and chin, and Dean looked down to find Castiel licking his own mouth. Castiel's eyes were closed and the content expression on his face made Dean tremble. That was so fucking hot, just like everything Castiel did when he was like this was so fucking hot, and Sam watching just made it impossibly fucking hotter. Dean could feel his knees growing weaker by the moment.
He was going to hell again. He took a deep breath as Castiel rose to his feet, catching Dean before he could slide down the wall and land with his naked ass on the dirty pavement. By the time he glanced over at where his brother had been, Sam was gone. Dean pulled Castiel in close, knocking him off balance. He kissed him hard on the lips, and licking Castiel's mouth. The taste of his own come on Castiel's tongue made his spent cock twitch.
They stayed with their bodies pressed close together. Dean kissed Castiel slow and opened-mouthed, their wet tongues sliding together. The sounds filled Dean's mind and he closed his eyes, tilting his head with one hand on Castiel's shoulder as the other went for the fly of his pants. Once he'd gotten Castiel's button and zipper undone, Dean slid his hand in to fist Castiel's hard cock. He stroked him slowly at first as he sucked on Castiel's wet bottom lip. Castiel leaned in closer and spread his legs wider. It wasn't long before Castiel was coming in Dean's hand.
"You're so fucking hot," Dean mumbled into Castiel's open mouth. After a few more sucking wet kisses Dean pulled his hand out of Castiel's pants to bring his wet fingers up to his mouth. He stared into Castiel's wide eyes as he licked the come off his own hands.
Another car drove past, and Dean rushed to pull up his pants and straighten his rumpled clothes. He tried not to think about the fact that Sam had seen. Now that the haze of lust had cleared, the thought was cutting into his enjoyment of his post-orgasmic high and his hands were shaking as he zipped up his pants and buckled his belt.
"I'll meet you back at the motel," Dean said, almost as a question.
Castiel didn't respond and the sound of wings fluttering told Dean that he'd already left the alleyway, which meant Dean would have to make his own way. The sound of a rumbling engine broke the silence and Dean turned to find his car pulled up at the end of the alley. He took a deep breath and walked to the car as though he had nothing to be ashamed of, because he didn't. The closer he got to the car, the more nervous he became as the thought of looking his brother in the eye filled him with dread.
Dean walked around the car to the driver's side door and stepped aside as Sam got out.
"What took you so long?" Dean asked in a gruff voice. He cleared his throat a few times and glanced away when his eyes met Sam's. He felt his face heat up. Damn, he couldn't look Sammy in the eye. Dean flinched when Sam reached for him and almost breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Sam was just reaching to remove the priest collar. Sam held it up for Dean to see.
"You forgot this," Sam said, icy disapproval in his tone. He snatched the white collar from Sam and looked his brother right in the eyes.
"No I didn't," Dean said, narrowing his eyes like he was daring Sam to say something else. Luckily, Sam didn't say another word. They got in the car and Dean pulled onto the deserted street. As they drove to the motel in silence, Dean began to relax. He shifted in his seat to a more comfortable position and smirked as he glanced down to see that he still held the priest collar in his hand. He was never going to be able to walk into a church without getting hard.
Yup, he was going to hell again.
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