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Dean loved sex. Like, really loved sex.
To anyone that knew him that was pretty obvious. He’d had his share of one-night stands, a couple girlfriends here and there, and he liked to think he was good at pleasing his partners. But sometimes… Well, sometimes even if he was in the mood he could get a bit… Distracted.
It wasn’t something he was embarrassed about anymore, though in the beginning, he’d fought tooth and nail against that diagnosis. Turns out being officially diagnosed with ADHD by a real, degree-having doctor is pretty common these days and so is getting very very lost in thought when your boyfriend is going down on you.
Like right now, for example. His lovely, amazing, perfect boyfriend was going crazy on his dick just the way he liked.
And he was thinking about goddamn anglerfish.
Cas’ tongue ran up the length of his cock, sliding along each vein until it reached the sensitive spot right underneath the head. His fingers tangled loose in his boyfriend’s soft hair, breath coming in short pants as he stared up at the ceiling. God, he wanted to stay focused on this because by no means was Cas bad in bed, far from it actually. The things he could do with his mouth were downright sinful. But tonight Dean really just couldn’t keep his thoughts from wandering.
What the hell was at the bottom of the ocean? Like, obviously sand and shit but he’s pretty sure he heard somewhere that a lot of it was unexplored. Dean couldn’t help but wonder why the anglerfish had evolved the way they did, to just hang out in the dark-
Dean whimpered when Cas’ lips wrapped around his shaft, slowly working their way down until he could give a hard suck. He moaned around Dean’s cock appreciatively as his partner’s thighs shook, looking up at him through dark lashes.
Obviously, as attentive as he was, he knew something was off.
“Dean,” Cas said softly as he pulled off Dean’s dick. His voice dripped with concern and it made Dean feel like such an asshole. “What’s troubling you, my love?”
Well fuck, how was he even supposed to answer that without coming off like a total dick?
Dean cleared his throat and shrugged as he sat up on his elbows.
“Nothin’. Keep going.”
Wasn’t technically a lie, right?
The suspicious squint and head tilt made Dean burn under that striking blue gaze. Cas could be way too perceptive for his own good sometimes. Even so, he sank back down on Dean’s cock and eagerly bobbed his head as if trying to pull a response from him.
“F-fuck, Cas… Warn a guy..” Dean let out a breathy laugh that trailed off into a moan. For a blissful 30 seconds, Dean really did focus wholeheartedly on the sensation of Cas’ skilled tongue on his dick and his hand fondling his balls.
For 30 seconds.
And then he got distracted again.
Fucking vampire squids, man.
They didn’t even LOOK like vampires. What asshole scientist looked at these little squids and thought they looked like bloodsucking monsters? Where the hell did they get a shitty name like that? He GUESSED he could see the resemblance under their tentacles because they had those spiky things but they looked more like parachutes. But maybe that would be confusing cause there’s a blanket octopus and-
“Dean, are you sure you’re alright?”
FUCK. THE SEX THEY WERE HAVING.
“Yeah, yeah everything is fine!” Dean said in a way he really hoped was convincing. Everything WAS fine!
Cas eyed him and he flushed under his partner’s scrutiny. “If anything is wrong, you know you can talk to me. I never want to make you uncomfortable or unhappy while we’re being intimate.”
Fuuuuck, Dean was such an asshole. Here Cas was, making him melt with that genuine love and concern. What did he ever do to deserve someone like this? In return, the least Dean could do was be honest.
“I’m okay, I promise. It’s nothing bad I just…” He shifted nervously as Cas brought his hand up to squeeze Dean’s reassuringly.
“I just can’t stop thinkin’ about anglerfish.”
Pause. Squint. Head tilt.
“... Excuse me…?”
“Anglerfish,” Dean repeated. “Y’know those ugly sons of bitches at the bottom of the ocean with the lamps on their heads? Can’t stop thinkin’ about em. You know the guys just kinda get sucked up into the lady fish and used for their cum? Like, just an endless producer of jizz.”
None of that explanation did ANYTHING to clear things up. Cas stared at him, eyebrows furrowed, as he tried to understand.
“Yes. I did know that.” He deadpanned. He looked as if he was scrambling to find a response to this sudden interruption to the blowjob he was really putting his back into.
Nevertheless, Dean continued.
“It’s kinda cool, to be honest. What the hell is at the bottom of the ocean, anyway? You got any idea, Cas?”
With the look his boyfriend just gave him, you’d assume Dean just asked him a very sudden and intense philosophical question.
“Fish, I presume. Quite a bit of sand-”
“Or like, Vampire squids.” Dean started. “You’ve seen them, right? Man, those little guys are neat.”
“Dean-”
“Am I too old for a trip to the aquarium? I’ve never been to one but fish are friggin' cool when you think about it-”
Dean nearly yelped when Cas’ hand clamped over his mouth. At first, he worried he’d made Cas upset but when he looked up to apologize, the angel’s smile twitched with amusement and a fondness that made Dean’s heart ache. Slowly, he removed his hand.
“Dean, my beloved, I adore you and would love to hear more about your fascination with deep-sea marine life but I do feel the need to remind you that we’re currently attempting to have sex.”
Sheepishly, Dean looked down at the sheets. “Right, right. Sorry, babe.”
“Of course. Normally, I would happily listen to you talk about the things you love.”
Dean shivered as Cas kissed down his shaft and let a teasing finger trail along his taint to his hole.
“And when we finish up you can tell me all about your latest interest.”
A nip to his thigh and a wet finger against his hole had him nearly squirming. Cas teased the tip of his finger against the pucker and he sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth.
“Or,”
Or?
Dean whimpered when Cas drew his hand away and propped his chin up on his wrist, eyelashes fluttering innocently as Dean, suddenly VERY focused on the sex they were supposed to be having, glared daggers at him.
“We could make a game out of it?”
Dean squinted.
“What kind of game?”
If it didn’t make his dick twitch, Cas’ cat-like grin would have made Dean VERY nervous.
Another sharp intake of breath as Cas’ finger traced his entrance again.
“I’d like to see how long you’re able to focus while I’m ravaging you. Keep telling me about fish and if you’re able to speak without getting distracted, I’ll reward you.”
“What kind of reward?” Dean asked.
Cas’ grin grew wider and he leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over Dean’s hard cock as he spoke.
“Next time we’re intimate I’ll do whatever you ask of me. Including but not limited to wearing the hat and boots you love so much.”
Fuuuuck… The thought of Cas in those boots and that hat had Dean nearly drooling. The last time he’d worn those for Dean’s birthday they’d nearly stayed up all night. Just the thought was enough to make him pulse with need. But…
“What about if I can’t stay focused?” It wouldn’t be unlike Cas to play dirty to get what he wanted, after all.
Cas nodded. “Ah. There’s always a catch, isn’t there?” His boyfriend thought for a moment, tapping his chin in thought. “I think it would only be fair that I get whatever I want out of you if you lose. Do you accept?”
That was always a dangerous game. ‘Whatever I want’ could mean just about anything coming from Cas. It could be a day watching whatever he wanted on Netflix or an entire day of edgeplay. As easy to read as he was to Dean, having known the angel for 12 years, he had a habit of being unpredictable in the bedroom. Dean would honestly be lying if he said it wasn’t hot as fuck.
And maybe the promise of a reward WAS making it a little easier to focus. Call it mentally stimulating or whatever fancy therapy talk Sam liked to use. Dean just thought it was sexy and that was enough for him.
Oh yeah. He had this in the bag.
“Challenge accepted.”
Cas didn’t wait for another reply as he leaned in and pressed his tongue to Dean’s hole. Dean jolted in surprise but took a moment to compose himself, looking up at the ceiling and desperately digging through his brain for some random fish fact that he’d found on a Wikipedia binge.
“Uhh, ok-okay… Fuck- GREENLAND SHARKS!”
Oh God Cas was gonna kill him with that tongue-
“T-they’re one of the largest spec-cnnnmmm… Species of shark.”
Cas didn’t let up his ministrations, still flicking his tongue over Dean’s tight hole. He stared up at him, an eyebrow raised (fuck that’s hot) as he slowly sank his tongue inside.
“Uhm… Th-ghhfuck- They can live to be over 300 y-years old!”
Fucking nailed it.
Cas hummed appreciatively, a finger sliding in beside his tongue as Dean squirmed beneath him. Fuck, Dean felt so full… He refused to admit that this was harder than he thought.
“Ooh God okay… Isopo-OD FUCK-”
DAMMIT.
“F-fuckin ISOPODS. What's even up with those guys?”
Dean tried so hard to scrounge up whatever thoughts he had on isopods but somehow Cas had found the loophole in his ADHD. Now that it was a challenge to focus on something other than the sex, all Dean could think about was the way his partner’s tongue and fingers zeroed in on his prostate, rubbing and stroking so deep inside him that precum dribbled from the tip of his now aching cock.
“G-ghh… Did you kno-ohh.. Did you know they’re related to those little roly-poly bugs?”
Cas didn’t respond, too busy fingering Dean’s soul out of him through his ass. Dean knew what he was doing, though. He could feel the smug grin from here.
“And th-they feed on shit at the bottom of the ocean. God, there's so much goin’ on down there.”
Dean let out a sigh of relief as Cas withdrew his tongue and fingers. Finally, he was able to catch his breath and compose himself for a second.
Only for a second though.
His breath hitched as Cas sat up on his knees, reaching down to spread lube over his hard cock. Dean let out a whine and spread his legs, his green eyes flicking from Cas’ face to his dick.
Cas smiled and leaned in to ghost his lips over his partner’s.
”You’re doing so well, my love.” He purred against Dean’s lips. “Such a good boy for me.”
And just as Dean had suspected, he was playing dirty. Very dirty.
Dean shivered as Cas prodded the head of his cock against his entrance.
“Do you give in?”
Dean scowled.
Like hell he was gonna give up now.
“You know coelacanths are like living foss-SONOFABITCH!”
Without so much as a warning, Cas had thrust inside. He rocked his hips gently at first until he was completely sheathed inside of Dean and the head of his cock bumped against his lover’s prostate. The slight burn that came with his sudden thrust made Dean bite his tongue to hold back a desperate whimper.
“Impressive,” He murmured, kissing along Dean’s collarbone. “I suppose that means I’ll have to try harder.”
Instinctively, Dean’s legs wrapped around Cas’ hips as he began a ruthless and unforgiving pace.
“F-FUCK Cas!” Come on, think of a goddamn fish- “OARFISH! The f-fuckers that wash up on bEACHES-”
God, he was not playing fair at ALL. Dean’s sentence trailed off in a squeaking moan as Cas sank his teeth into the junction of his neck and collarbone. On GOD he was gonna win this and see Cas in those boots if it fucking killed him.
At this point, he was pretty sure it would.
“They’re rarely s-seen by humans! It’s some kinda bad omen when they wash up!”
“Mmmm… Good boy.”
FUCK.
Dean couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as he arched his back. Every thrust sent electricity jolting down his spine. Cas gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises and nipped at his neck, marking him as his.
It drove Dean fucking crazy.
“A-and the Barreleye can see SO much- ohfuck- SO MUCH.”
“Can it?”
Cas’ amusement pissed Dean off so much. He was fighting for his life over here and Cas was just pounding away at his ass like it was nothing. Stupid angels and their stupid stamina and their stupid sexy dom brow.
“O-oh fuck yes… SO many th-things. Their eyes- ohfuckCas- Can turn all around and- and-”
Dean couldn’t speak anymore as Cas nailed his prostate over and over. A desperate moan tumbled from his lips and he worked his hips back against his partner’s, satisfied when he let out a strangled groan against his neck.
“Oh, Dean… You did so well…” Cas moaned. “You win, my beautiful boy. Whatever your heart desires, you’ll have. Now just relax and let me take care of you.”
Finally, Dean allowed himself to melt into the sensation of Cas thrusting into him, his cock slamming into his prostate. Dean could feel him pulse inside and knew he was close, only holding out to make sure Dean finished first. God, he loved this man.
“C-Cas… So close.”
His cock gave a twitch, a spurt of precum landing on his belly as that familiar heat built in his gut. He rolled his hips up into his boyfriend’s and couldn’t help the shiver that overtook him with the feeling of Cas’ hot breath ghosting over his neck, behind his ear, anywhere he was able to leave kisses.
Cas let out a moan and his hips stuttered against Dean’s.
“That’s it, Dean…” He breathed, kissing his way up to the shell of his ear. “So good… Just a little more.”
Cas’ fingertips skirting up the length of his cock was all it took, the force of his orgasm punching his breath from his lungs as he came hard enough to see stars at the edge of his vision. Thoughts of deep-sea fish along with every thought that didn’t involve Cas fucking his brains out were banished from his mind as his partner fucked him through his orgasm. It wasn’t long before his breathing hitched and Dean could feel him spill deep inside.
Dean lay there panting as Cas pulled out and curled up beside him. He let out a content sigh and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as their cum cooled. Gross.
“Well. I’m not thinkin’ about anglerfish anymore.”
“A shame really. I rather enjoyed hearing about your newfound interest.”
Dean let out a breathy laugh. “Take me to an aquarium and I’ll tell you all about the shit I found out on fish.”
In the end, that’s exactly what Cas did. And seeing Dean point out all the fish, excitedly telling him about random facts he’d found while reading some random magazine on a case made the earlier distraction totally worth it.
And yes. Dean did get to see him in those boots.