When Dean had got out of bed to get himself a midnight snack, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. Not that he was complaining though. If anything this was so much better and also probably more healthier for him than any snack he would've made.
He walked into the kitchen and froze. Sitting on the floor on the floor, was Castiel, completely naked but for the small towel around his waist and apparently working his way through the contents of their fridge.
"Cas?" Dean asked him.
Castiel smiled up at him, "Come here, you have to try this," he said as he lifted up a bottle of yoghurt.
Dean frowned and sat down in front of him, "Why?" he asked, "What's so special about it?"
"Just try it," Castiel said, lifting the bottle to Dean's lips and tilting it upwards.
Dean swallowed automatically, as Castiel tried to drown him with it. He allowed himself to feel the silky smoothness texture of the liquid, the strong taste of vanilla sweeping over his taste buds before it was gone. Looking over at Castiel, he saw him grinning at him.
"You have a little..." Castiel made to gesture that Dean had some spilled yoghurt on his chin, but instead just reached forward and swept his thumb over it, before bringing his thumb back to his own mouth and sucking the yoghurt off, "What?" Castiel asked as Dean gawped at him.
"Why did you... I mean you..."
"It's too good to waste," Castiel explained, "You did like it right?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah. Yeah it was good," he said, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Castiel cocked his head to the side and studied him for a moment before smiling softly to himself, "Dean?" he asked slowly as he dipped his thumb into the bottle, sweeping it over the rim and watching as Dean watched him like a hawk, licking his lips nervously.
"Yeah?" he asked, not really sure if he wanted to hear what Castiel had to say next or not, but Castiel didn't say anything else, instead slipping his thumb right into Dean's mouth.
To say Dean was a surprised would be an understatement, but it didn't stop him from thoroughly sucking the yoghurt off of Castiel's fingers, swirling his tongue around the digit before letting it fall from his mouth unceremoniously.
The two of them then sat, staring at each other for all but a second before they pounced. Their mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss, both of them pushing at the other, fighting for dominance until Dean used his bigger build to his advantage and pushed Castiel back.
But with the sudden movement, the yoghurt went high up into the air before spilling it's contents onto Castiel's face in the process before landing behind him.
Dean pulled back and stared at him, watching as the yoghurt slowly made its way down his cheek to his jaw, but instead of laughing like Castiel expected him to, he pushed forward, dipping his head and licking all the way along his jaw and up his cheek, cleaning away all of the yoghurt as he did so.
As he reached the top of his cheek, he placed a soft kiss onto Castiel's eyelids as his hand slipped down his chest. Castiel moaned quietly, not sure what felt better on his skin, Dean's hand or his tongue. More experimentation would need to be done later.
Or now would be fine too.
Catching him unawares, Dean finally managed to push him down onto the cold linoleum, kissing him as he slipped his hand inside his towel and then he began to lick his way down his body, cleaning up the little drops of yoghurt that had fallen onto his chest. Castiel moaned as Dean got further and further south, but Dean didn't stay down there, instead licking his way back up to kiss him again.
Castiel wrapped his arms around his strong shoulders tight before trailing a hand down his smooth back to push under the waistband of his sleep pants and gripped at his ass.
Dean pulled back from the kiss before reaching down and pushing his sleep pants off his hips, leaving his hard cock hanging heavy between himself and Castiel until Castiel reached down and took hold of it, gripping him tightly and pulling him down into yet another hard kiss.
Leaning to the side, Dean took hold of Castiel's cock and together they began to stroke each other vigorously. Their hands moved rapidly, both of them bucking into the other's hand at the same time, gasping into each other's mouths as they did so until as one, they stilled their hands and their hips and came over each other's fists.
The next morning, Dean, Castiel and Bobby were all sitting at the table eating their breakfast when Sam walked in.
Both Dean and Castiel were perfectly composed, sitting in their usual seats and showing no signs that anything untoward had happened the night before, or that they had spent the remainder of the night in Castiel's bed, getting to know each other's bodies better than either of them could have imagined.
Or at least, they were composed until Sam opened up the fridge door.
"Okay, which one of you dicks ate my yoghurt?"
THE END
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