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Dean strode back into the room and slammed the door. Castiel looked up from the book he was reading in bed.
“Dean, I thought you were going to -- mmph.” Dean tore the book out of his hands and threw it across the room, pinning his shoulders to the headboard and kissing him roughly.
“Dean,” Cas finally gasped, coming up for air, “n-not that I’m unappreciative of its benefits to me, but are you going to be like this every time you see them together?”
“Like what?” Dean growled, yanking their boxers off and grinding his hips into Cas.
“B-blind -- blind rage?”
Dean reached down to press his hand between Cas’ legs. “Are you complaining?”
“Dean,” Cas groaned.
Dean sighed and sat back slightly, but the feral look didn’t leave his face. “Cas, I know Sammy is a big boy, and if he’s happy with Gabriel, I will find a way to deal with it and be happy for them. In which case,” he said, leaning forward to suck hard at Castiel’s nipple, “I would like to take advantage of this blind rage while I have it,” and bit not entirely gently at the other nipple, “and fuck you ‘til you scream. Unless you have further objections.”
Cas hissed and shut his mouth.
“Good boy,” Dean murmured, pinning Cas’ wrists over his head with one hand. “Good little angel.” On a whim he grabbed one of Castiel’s ties from the bedside and wrapped it around his wrists, then looped it over the headboard. He made sure Cas’ circulation was fine -- though, he reminded himself, angel of the Lord, dude, probably not to be overcome by a necktie -- then moved down to look at the angel’s face. His eyes were wide and slightly scared, but definitely full of lust.
“You OK with this?” he asked, and Cas nodded his head feverishly. “And you’ll tell me if you want me to stop? Or slow down or untie you?”
“Yes, Dean,” he grated out. “Please -- please, t-touch me --”
“Hmm,” Dean said, letting his lips hover centimeters over his burning skin. “What if I don’t? What if I kept you like this all night?” He breathed a line down Castiel’s hipbone. “Would you stay hard for me all night?”
Cas was so hard his cock was jerking, his breath high and stuttering. When Dean let his bottom lip brush along the underside he arched up, so that his cock slid against Dean’s cheek, and Dean grabbed his thighs and forced them back to the bed.
“No, I don’t think so, do you?” he said, almost conversationally. He dragged his lips more firmly along his length, letting his tongue dance lightly over the head. “Don’t come yet, OK? Can you do that for me?” he purred. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you come soon… and then I’m going to fuck you. Is that OK?”
Cas bit his lip hard and choked out, “I’ll -- I’ll try.”
“You’ll try what?”
“I’ll try -- not to come -- until you let me, Dean.”
“Hmm,” he said, licking a lazy stripe down. “That’s good, Cas. That’s very good.”
He moved lower to mouth at Castiel’s balls, which were wound so tight Dean knew he had to be fighting an orgasm desperately. In some hazy, distant corner of his mind Dean was sincerely impressed; Cas’ entire body was practically vibrating, and Dean was fairly sure he wouldn’t have been able to hold out this long.
“So good,” he whispered, moving back up. “So beautiful, so good for me.” He traced circles on the head with the tip of his tongue.
“Dean, Dean, I -- please --” Cas sounded close to tears.
Dean looked up at him, not loosening his grip on his thighs. “Come, angel,” he said, and wrapped his lips around his cock, and instantly Castiel went rigid, mouth open in a silent scream, coming so hard Dean had to swallow constantly to keep from choking.
Dean licked every drop from Cas’ skin then crawled up his body, placing kisses in reverent patterns on his skin. He leaned down and pulled Castiel into a long kiss, sweet but sharp, and when he pulled back the expression in his eyes was shifting between soft and predatory.
“Do you want me to untie you?” he asked, gently rubbing Cas’ wrists, and to his surprise Cas shook his head.
“N-not yet,” Cas said roughly, nuzzling his face against Dean’s. “Are -- are you going to fuck me?”
“Yes,” said Dean simply. “I still intend to make you scream. Is that OK?” Cas bit his lip and nodded, drawing Dean’s attention to a small smear of blood where he had bitten through slightly.
“Hey,” Dean said, taking the angel’s face between his hands and licking the blood away. “You know you can say no, OK? If it’s too much or too soon?”
Castiel nodded. “I want to,” and when Dean looked into his eyes he saw fear there, yes, but he saw swirls of love and trust and desire so clear it took his breath away.
“OK,” Dean breathed. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Just… just give me a few?”
“Mm,” Dean agreed. He straddled Cas’ hips and let his hands explore his body, smoothing down his back and tracing the lines of his stomach. For a moment Dean felt like he could read Castiel’s body like poetry, the rhyme in his hipbones and lyrics in his eyes --
Dean shook himself, flushing with private embarrassment.
Cas was watching him with half-lidded eyes, pressing into the touches. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick and honest.
Dean leaned down and pressed a long, unhurried kiss to Castiel’s mouth, deep and searching. “Love you,” he said, then froze, because where the fuck did that come from?
Cas' eyes went wide, and despite his helpless posture the shadowy outline of wings appeared on the wall behind him.
“Uh,” Dean said, leaning back, the fight-or-flight instinct thrumming in his blood. Cas’ eyes were open and nervous now, with a vulnerability Dean had never seen there before.
The look on Castiel’s face snapped some tension inside Dean. He dropped to his elbows and stretched out so he was lying along the length of Cas’ body, catching at his lips again, wet and needy. “I love you, God help me, Cas, Castiel, angel-mine, I’m so fucking in love with you.”
The wings flared bright and solid for a second before fading away, and Dean felt like the synapses in his brain were on fire.
Cas wrapped his legs around Dean and writhed underneath him, like he was trying to melt into his body. “Always,” he groaned, “always loved you. Loved you the moment I saw your soul, loved you more than Heaven, loved you more than God.” Dean kissed him again and realized they were both shaking, their bodies vibrating together.
“Dean,” he said, his voice high and broken, “please, I -- I need to feel you inside me, please --”
“Are you sure?” he asked against Cas’ lips.
“Yes, please,” Cas begged, “please, I -- please.”
Dean finally broke away from Cas’ mouth, taking deep, steadying breaths, and leaned over to retrieve the bottle of lube. His heart was hammering in his chest, and Jesus Christ, he didn’t think he was this nervous and excited when he lost his fucking virginity.
He crawled down and settled back between Cas’ legs, and oh, yes, Cas was ready, if the state of his cock was any indication, and Dean was harder than he’d ever been in his life.
“OK,” he said, drizzling lube on his fingers. “OK. Tell me if you need me to slow down or stop.” Cas nodded, and Dean slowly slipped one finger inside. Cas’ breath hitched. “Good?” he asked.
Cas licked his lips. “I,” he croaked, “I think so. Feels -- strange.” Dean twisted his finger and Cas gasped. “Oh,” he said shakily. “Oh.”
Dean carefully added a second finger, watching Castiel’s face for any sign of pain, then a third. “You ready?” he asked, running his hand down Cas’ sweat-slicked stomach.
Cas licked his lips again and nodded. Dean shifted up to align himself with Cas’ body, and began to press in.
“Wait,” Cas gasped. “Wait, wait.”
Dean froze instantly, wide-eyed. “Cas? You OK? You want me to stop?”
“No, no -- yes, no --” He took a deep breath. “Yes, I’m OK. Just, w-would you untie my hands? I want -- I want to be able to touch you.”
Dean went almost dizzy with affection for the angel. “Yeah,” he said, and climbed up his body, dropping kisses in a line up his stomach. He unknotted the tie and rubbed gently at the slightly red marks.
“Feel OK?” he asked, dropping a kiss on each wrist.
“Yes,” Cas grated. “Now, please, fucking -- fuck me -- now.”
A shadow of the feral expression in Dean’s eyes returned. “Bossy, aren’t you, when you’re not tied up? I’ll have to keep that in mind,” he growled, pinning Cas’ hands to the bed again briefly as he leaned down to take a wet and dirty kiss. He settled himself back between Cas’ knees, pouring more lube on his cock. He kept his eyes on Castiel’s as he pushed in slowly, fighting the desire to sink in all at once, when Cas did it for him, shoving himself all the way down.
“Oh, my God,” Dean gasped, stars dancing in front of him. “You little shit.” He dug his fingers into Cas’ ribs to still him, and the angel was fucking smirking at him, and that was a strange expression juxtaposed with the blatant lust.
“So that’s how you want it to be, hmm?” He lifted up both of Cas’ legs and put them on his shoulders. He pulled out nearly all the way, then slammed in to the hilt, and to his immense satisfaction Castiel sucked in his breath and let out an ear-splitting scream.
“You OK?” Dean ground out, and Cas reached out and locked a hand around Dean’s wrist.
“Don’t -- fucking -- stop.”
Dean groaned and sped up, fucking Cas with an abandon he’d never felt before, and Cas was moaning and writhing and begging. Cas reached for his cock with his free hand and Dean knocked it away, pinning it to the bed as well.
“Wanna see you come untouched,” he managed. “Think you can do that for me?”
He shifted the angle of his hips and thrust up once, twice, a third time -- Dean slammed in deep one last time and they were gone, cursing and snarling, chanting each other’s names.
Dean collapsed onto Castiel’s chest, drawing deep shuddering breaths.
“Dean,” said Cas hoarsely after a few moments.
“Mmm,” Dean slurred.
“I can’t breathe.”
“Oof.” He carefully pulled out, then crawled up the bed to press against Cas’ side. Cas turned to face him.
“See,” Dean said smugly, “told you I’d make you scream.”
Cas rolled his eyes. “Assbutt,” he said, shoving playfully at Dean’s shoulder.
They lay there smiling at each other for a few more moments, sated and happy. Then they heard the unmistakable sound of applause drifting through the wall.
“8.7 out of 10, I’d say,” came Sam’s voice in a professional tone. “Full marks for chemistry and composition, a bit sloppy at the end though.”
“Five stars, absolutely,” Gabriel announced. “Between the sharp dialogue and the passionate performances, I’d say this is a shoo-in for an Oscar nod.”
“Oh, my God,” said Cas, throwing an arm over his eyes. “You may be right after all, Dean. We may have created a monster.”
Dean pulled him close, and they wrapped their arms around each other as the sound of hysterical laughter floated through the wall.