Dean stifled a moan of pain as his back hit the door as he and Castiel stumbled into the motel room. Castiel didn't even seem to notice though, instead just kissing him harder and kicking the door closed behind him.
When he'd pulled up outside, the adrenaline from the hunt running through his system and Castiel's words about them both only having each other now, ringing through his ears, he hadn't been able to stop himself and had leaned over to kiss him. Of course, he hadn't expected that by kissing the angel he would unleash a horny beast, but that is exactly what he had done.
Castiel had been already to get naked and fuck in the car, and while Dean wasn't exactly against the idea, he didn't want to get disturbed by anyone who may walk past the car and see them.
And so with a quick nod towards the motel room door, Castiel had quickly dragged him out of the car, growled in frustration when Dean took too long to unlock the door before pulling him down into a harsh kiss and walking them into the room.
As Castiel walked them towards the bed, they both began to shrug off their clothes, letting them fall at their feet until Dean was merely in his jeans and nothing else, Castiel only wearing his shirt, tie and a pair of tight black shorts.
He pushed Dean down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips before leaning down and running his tongue up Dean's chest and neck before kissing him once more.
Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's back, his fingers digging in to his thin frame, desperate for the shirt to be gone and for him to feel that now familiar smooth skin under his palms once more.
This wasn't the first time they had done this, far from it. The first had been the night before they went looking for Raphael and since then, it just sort of kept happening. Not that either of them were complaining, it just made Dean think a few things that he normally didn't like to think about relationships and future and other chick flick stuff during the moments when they weren't writhing against each other in a desperate need to get off.
However, as often as they did this now, and as much as Castiel liked to explore and try out new things for the first time, it wasn't often that Castiel took charge like he was right now.
He pulled back and watched as Dean tried to rip his shirt open but he only got half way before Castiel had lost his patience and had pinned Dean's hands above his head, his tight grip on him probably going to leave bruises. But he didn't care as Castiel's tongue was creating wonderful sensations on his chest.
It was usually the other way round, usually Dean showing Castiel just how much pleasure he could find in sex, but it seemed that the student was now attempting to teach the teacher.
As Castiel worked his way down Dean's body, he let go of his wrists, trailing his hands down his arms and body until they took hold of his jeans and made quick work of unfastening them. Pulling his fly open, he bent his head to lick at Dean's navel and Dean couldn't help himself from running his fingers through that mop of messy black hair.
Castiel froze and looked up at him, his big blue eyes shining mischievously.
"What?" Dean asked, worried that he'd done something wrong.
But instead of saying anything, Castiel sat up, straddled his hips again and oh so slowly, pulled off his tie.
Dean watched him closely, hoping that he was going to get a nice little show. But instead of continuing with his shirt, Castiel leaned down and kissed him again while taking hold of his wrists once more.
Dean didn't fight against him as he pulled his hands up above his head, too busy flexing his hips up into the air, trying to create friction between them. In fact he was so distracted that he didn't feel Castiel slipping his silk tie around his wrists until he pulled back and grinned down at him.
"Stay," he ordered, his voice so low and husky that it was almost inaudible.
Dean froze for a second before looking behind him at where his wrists had been tied to the headboard before looking back at Castiel who was now finally, removing his shirt.
Although he wanted nothing more than to trail his hands all over that body, he refused to pull against his bonds, not wanting to give Castiel the satisfaction of seeing him struggle and so instead he just lay back and watched Castiel strip off until he was completely naked.
Then he attacked Dean's jeans again, taking hold of both them and his underwear at the same time and yanking them off his legs, leaving him just as naked as her was himself.
Dean watched as Castiel knelt on the edge of the bed between his legs, gently stroking up and down his legs before leaning down and following his hand with his tongue. Dean gasped, his leg twitching slightly as Castiel moved up, pushing his legs apart as he did so, allowing him to pay close attention to that sensitive skin on the inside. As hard as he tried, Dean couldn't see what he was doing.
He could feel the flat of Castiel's tongue against his skin, and then he was teasing the skin between his teeth or at least, that's what it felt like, and as his mouth moved closer and closer to his boys, he couldn't help but shudder in anticipation.
Castiel didn't do what he thought he was going to do, instead dragging his tongue up over his thigh to his hip, paying close attention to the small cluster of freckles there before kissing his way over his stomach to the other side, completely bypassing his cock.
"Cas," Dean panted, "Please."
Castiel sucked softly on his hip bone, leaving a small red mark before resting his chin on it and looking up at him, "Please what?"
Dean looked at him incredulously, "Are you actually going to make me beg?"
Castiel crawled up his body slowly until he was face to face with him before reaching down to take hold of him, gently and painstakingly slowly, stroking him. Dean whimpered slightly, his dick twitching in Castiel's palm, desperate to feel something more than a tickle.
"Remember I abstained for millennia," Castiel said, "One night is nothing to me."
"You fucker," Dean said, trying his best to hide the smile that was trying to creep onto his face.
"Only if you ask nicely," Castiel grinned.
Dean pushed up and kissed him then, unable to stop himself and was more than happy to feel him kissing back, his grip on his cock tightening slightly. When Dean pulled back, letting his head fall back onto the pillow.
"Please Cas," he said quietly, "Please suck my cock."
Castiel smiled softly at him, and gave his cock another squeeze, "See, was it that hard?"
Dean bit his bottom lip and shook his head slightly, not trusting himself to say anything in case Castiel changed his mind. Castiel seemed to find his answer satisfactory though as he leaned down and kissed him once more before disappearing down his body.
Dean settled back, relaxing his muscles as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of Castiel's lips as they kissed their way down his body. And then, when he'd expected Castiel to try and tease him some more, he was surprised to feel him take him deep in to his mouth in one go.
"Fuck," he hissed, being completely taken by surprise.
Opening his eyes he looked down at Castiel who was staring right back at him, his eyes dark with lust as his head bobbed up and down. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen and he wanted nothing more than to keep watching, but the strain was hurting his neck and so he let his head fall back once more and just let Castiel work away.
It didn't take him long before he felt his spine begin to tingle with pleasure. He tried to push up into Castiel's mouth, tried to fuck it but Castiel was holding on tight to his hips, preventing him from moving. Well, he wasn't really holding on tight, if he had he likely would've crushed the bone, he was just incredibly strong and something about that just turned Dean the hell on.
As his balls began to tighten, his skin starting to burn hot as his orgasm began to creep up on him, Castiel pulled away, leaving his hard and swollen cock abandoned as he sat back and just stared.
"What the... CAS!"
"Yes Dean?" Castiel asked, tilting his head to the side to study him, "Is there a problem?"
"Is there a..." Dean cut himself off as he pulled at his bonds, trying to sit up so he could grab Castiel, throw him down onto the bed and just fuck his mouth, but the more he pulled, the tighter the tie seemed to get, "Yes there's a fucking problem."
Castiel shook his head and tutted at him, "Language like that Dean Winchester, will not get you what you want," he said as he pushed Dean's legs apart.
Dean relaxed back slightly, wondering just what Castiel was going to do next.
"What will it get me then?" Dean asked, trying not to look so curious.
Castiel didn't answer him, instead licking his fingers before pushing them between Dean's thighs and sweeping them over his opening, making Dean jump in surprise.
"Whoa, hey Cas, we've talked about this," he said, "I don't... it's the other way round remember?"
Castiel frowned at him, "So what, you get to fuck me but I don't get to fuck you?"
"What, it's not, it's not like that Cas. You know it's just..."
Castiel leaned over him, hovering just above his face, his hand gently stroking across his stomach, playing with one of his nipples, "I'm not going to hurt you," he told him, "I promise."
Dean stared up at him swallowing hard, "You promise?"
"I promise," Castiel said again, nodding slightly.
Dean was quiet for a moment as he thought about, but eventually gave Castiel a small nod, "Okay," he said, "But I... I wanna face you."
Castiel nodded again, kissing him once more before disappearing, working his way down his body once more. The lower he got, the more Dean relaxed and the more his cock twitched with need, but Castiel completely bypassed his cock sitting back on his heels as he lubed himself up, spreading a generous amount onto his fingers before delving back between his thighs once more.
Dean immediately tensed, but didn't protest as Castiel gently pushed a finger into him. It wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be, wasn't as bad as he remembered (Hell really was torture) and so he closed his eyes and tried his best to relax and get lost in the gentle ministrations of his angel's hands.
Soon Castiel had pushed not just two but three, long fingers into him, stretching him and pushing in deep to massage that special spot deep inside him. Dean couldn't stop himself from pushing down onto his hand, trying to take more of him into himself. It wasn't enough, he needed more.
"Cas," he whispered, "Cas fuck me, please."
Castiel didn't hold back, quickly removing his hand and replacing it with his cock as he pushed deep into him.
Dean screwed his eyes shut and panted hard, trying to work through the little bit of pain that Castiel's cock had caused as he slipped inside. Castiel seemed to realise he was struggling as he leaned down and pulled him into a lazy kiss, distracting him enough to make him relax and allow him to move inside him.
When Castiel pulled back from the kiss, Dean opened his eyes to look up at him. He was so close, his eyes full of so much emotion, his hands trailing up and down his body as he moved and all Dean wanted to do was to reach up and hold him close, but the best he could do at the moment as to wrap his legs around him tight and push back as hard as he could.
As momentum began to build, Castiel pushed himself up onto both his hands, allowing him to move faster and push in deeper, making both himself and Dean moan loudly in pleasure.
Dean pulled on his bonds, trying to reach around him to pull him down so that their bodies were connected in every way, but all it did was frustrate him. As he growled slightly, Castiel paused in his movements. He looked down at him then up at his straining his arms, seemingly coming to a decision as he reached up and with one flick of his fingers had unfastened the tie.
Immediately, Dean brought his arms down and wrapped them around Castiel, pulling him down for a hard kiss as he thrust up onto his cock.
Castiel didn't pull against him, letting himself fall down onto Dean so that every part of their skin was touching, Dean's cock caught between the slickness of their bodies. They moved together as one, panting into each other's mouths as they both sped up, pushing each other closer and closer to the edge until finally it was too much.
Dean bent his head back as he succumbed to his orgasm, his body flexing up off the bed and milking Castiel dry along with him until they were both left lying in a sweaty heap in the middle of the bed.
As Castiel rolled to one side, placing soft kisses onto Dean's shoulder, Dean rolled with him until he was lying on top and smiled down at him.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Castiel asked him, a smile of his own on his face.
Dean let himself grin as he held up the tie in front of Castiel's face, "Cause now it's my turn."
THE END
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