Castiel's chest heaved with each breath he took, disbelief clouding his thoughts. He lay still for the most part, unable to react as Dean's lips bit into his own. The blood in his body rushed to his face, and some taking a different turn down south. Dean pulled his head back a few inches and Castiel's chin raised to catch his lips one last time. He felt Dean's breath tickle his skin as he chuckled and kissed his jawline.

This is really happening, raced through Castiel's mind, over and once over again. Dean was kissing his neck, sucking and biting, and Castiel felt himself grow harder in anticipation. He took in a deep breath, shuddering as it was released.

"I thought you were going to fuck me, not kiss me," Castiel muttered, feeling a wave of relief as his voice didn't shake like he thought it would.

A laugh rumbled up from Dean's throat. "Pushy," he accused and bit his neck one last time.

Castiel almost complained that it was too hard if Dean's hands hadn't silenced him. His breath hitched as Dean rubbed the bulge in his pants. This is really happening, flashed through his mind again.

"If not kissing, what do you want me to do?" Dean's tone was teasing. "Or maybe you just want kisses somewhere else?"

Castiel couldn't understand how Dean could be so calm while he felt like he was about to combust. He couldn't find his voice to respond, only wanting Dean to do whatever he felt he should; Dean was definitely the more experienced one, why would he ask Castiel questions?

"You gotta say what you want, Cas," Dean said, smirking. Castiel wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

A million requests flickered over Castiel's head and he grabbed the least difficult one.

"L-Less clothes," he said, and his voice did shake this time.

Dean grinned and tugged his own shirt off, his pants following them as they were thrown to the floor. Castiel gingerly took his shirt off and fiddled with the zipper of his pants before they were tugged down. His pulse was racing and his mind going crazy, his eyes danced down Dean's figure.

"You take off the rest," Dean smirked, giving his hips a small shake and Castiel wished he would stop being so confident only to realize another part of him loved it.

He nodded and his thumbs dipped under the waistline of his boxers, tugging them down quickly just so he didn't seem like he was nervous or any less ready than Dean obviously was. Still, his eyes stayed above his midriff. One more thing about humanity that he was growing tired of was the instinct not to look at things like that, but also the temptation. It felt sinful.

"You can look at me," Dean said in his ear, amusement laced between the words.

"I know," Castiel bit back, not liking how Dean was constantly laughing at him while he was doing this. It wasn't as if he did this often. Dean laughed at him again.

As if in some attempt to prove himself, Castiel forced his eyes lower, pulse jumping higher. He swallowed and his eyes traced the outline of his length, flushed red and standing against his stomach. He had a sudden impulse to touch it, lick and suck and ride and—Castiel's cheeks flushed he forced the images and desires away, but Dean caught the look in his eye.

"What were you thinking of?" he asked, voice dark.

"N-Nothing."

Dean pushed him down on the bed, hovering over him.

"I can see your thoughts now, you know," he said into his ear. "The sinful ones."

Castiel shuddered, somehow the words turning him on more.

"I want you to do it," he breathed, "All those things you just thought. I bet you're a cockslut. I bet you love it. Hungry for it."

Castiel's breath hitched, finding himself nodding. Why did he nod? But he didn't have much time to ponder it before Dean laughed and he was brought back to reality. Castiel was driven by instinct now, hands moving up Dean's thighs, soft and tentative. He was unsure of how to do what he thought before. He could feel Dean's eyes crawling all over him, feel him smirking. He decided now was the time if ever if he was going to wipe it off. His fingers curled around the base of Dean's cock slowly, glancing up at him for some sign of approval that he was doing it right.

He saw the smirk drop which was enough for him. Castiel looked back down at his length and pumped it a few times. Finally Dean didn't sound so collected. It encouraged him to do more, stroking him rougher. He swallowed again, watching precome start to bead at the tip. It was curiosity that prompted him to lean down and lick it off. It didn't taste that great, but Dean's face was worth it.

"Shit," he heard him curse under his breath.

Castiel took it as an okay to continue and fit his lips around the head of Dean's cock. He tasted more precome, hearing Dean's breathing go jagged. He sucked around the tip, leaning down taking a bit more into his mouth. A few more curses spilled from the demon's lips and Castiel took a little more into his mouth. He was hardly halfway down, but he didn't think any more would probably fit. He made a small noise of content and Dean pulled himself out of Castiel's mouth, pushing him onto the bed with his stomach pressed to the mattress.

"Such a slut," Dean whispered in his ear, every trace of arrogance now gone, replaced with dark, heavy lust. "Love my cock, huh? Love to taste it? Suck it?"

Castiel whimpered, finding his head nodding on its own. He heard Dean chuckle next to his ear.

"You like being talked to like this?" he said, "I never knew how dirty you were, Cas. I bet you're kinky, too. Are you, Angel?"

Castiel was consumed with desire and need. "Dean," he breathed, "Need you."

He could hear Dean breathing heavily behind him, his hands gripping his thighs and working up to his ass. Castiel was aflame with lust, hazed and unable to think of anything but Dean. He wiggled his hips.

"Shit," he heard Dean curse, eyes flickering around the room. "Uh, need lube."

"Don't care," Castiel was too far gone, unsure of what he was talking about. He pushed himself closer. "I want you now."

Dean's breath hitched, but he pushed himself back. "Uh," he sputtered, "Just wait here. I'll get—"

"No, want you," Castiel's grip on Dean tightened. He didn't know what compelled him to turn into something like this, just that he needed him.

"Cas, it'll hurt, just—" Dean wriggled out of Castiel's grip and ran into the bathroom.

Castiel glared at the door that hid Dean away and wrapped himself in the blanket to make up for the lost warmth. It seemed like an eternity, though it was only half a minute when Dean emerged with a bottle, captured under Castiel's heated gaze. If only looks could kill.

"You left me here," Castiel accused.

"We needed—"

"Want you now," Castiel yanked Dean's wrist and straddled his hips, glaring at him as if Dean wouldn't take him. "Need you."

Castiel took the lubricant from Dean's hands and opened it himself, pouring it messily onto Dean's length.

"W-Wait we should prepa—"

Dean was cut off as Castiel sank down on him quickly. He hissed in pain, closing his eyes. It hurt, why did humans do this if it hurt?

"I was trying to say we should have prepared you first! Shit, doesn't that hurt?"

Castiel nodded, taking deep breaths. The pain was starting to dim the longer he waited, but not entirely. It wasn't nearly as enjoyable as Dean made it out to be. Dean pushed him down on the bed gently and captured his lips in a kiss. Castiel was grateful for the distraction.

"Relax," Dean told him. He chuckled softly. "You're too eager."

"Well you made it sound like it was good."

"It would have been if you would liste—"

"Dean—"

Dean quieted him with another kiss. "I'm going to move now, all right?"

Castiel nodded slowly, feeling Dean pull out of him then push back in slowly. A small wave of pleasure washed over Castiel, and he felt Dean's lips on his collar bone. They fell into a steady rhythm and Castiel held onto Dean's back, pushing his face into the crook of his neck as soft moans tumbled from his lips.

"Dean," he said softly, without reason.

"Better?" Dean found it in him to tease. "God, Cas, you feel—"

"Amazing," Castiel finished and kissed his neck.

Dean nodded, loving the feel of Castiel's hands as they raked down his back. They would probably leave scratches, but he didn't really care. All he cared right now was Cas, repeating like an enchantment, Cas, Cas, Cas.

"Dean," Castiel chanted again. He felt pressure building up inside him and he held onto Dean tighter.

"Fuck, Cas," Dean breathed out, pushing in faster, speeding up. "I'm close."

Castiel nodded shakily and felt Dean's hand wrap around his neglected length. It was the last step for him, calling out Dean's name one last time as he spilled into Dean's palm. Dean thrust in another three times before he came, holding Castiel gingerly.

Castiel lay exhausted, head thrown to the side as sleep beckoned at his door. Dean was above him, breathing heavily. He felt like a blanket on top of Castiel, and it felt like forever before he actually pulled out and fell beside him. Castiel could feel semen slowly leaking from himself as he rolled over, groaning at the pain. It really hurt.

"We should probably clean up," Dean murmured softly.

Castiel glared, "Don't leave."

"Last time you said that—"

"Dean—"

"All I'm saying is you should probably listen to me about things like thi—"

"I don't want you to leave."

"Do you want to wake up all sticky and gross? Come on it'll only take a second."

Castiel's glare didn't weaken and it followed Dean to the bathroom door again. It didn't take as long for Dean to bring back a damp towel as it did for him to bring the lubricant, and Castiel realized he was probably right seeing as the seed over his stomach was already starting to dry. Dean wiped him off, taking a place by him on the bed. It was then Castiel realized he was lying diagonally with his head near the foot of the bed. He got up to reposition himself correctly, wincing at each move he had to make.

"I told you—" Dean cut off at Castiel's deepening glare.

Dean huffed as Castiel flopped down on one of the pillows, pulling a blanket up tightly.

"I can't believe that just happened," he muttered, mostly to himself.

Dean's eyes glanced over him carefully. "Do you regret it?"

Castiel shook his head, "No," he said.

Dean grinned, "Me neither."

"Well you never do regret things like this."

"Shut up. I'm trying to have a moment."

"I thought chick flick moments weren't—"

"This isn't a chick flick moment."

Castiel rolled his eyes because it definitely was. He turned his back to Dean and pulled the blanket up to his chin. The room smelled musky, but it also smelled like Dean; Castiel couldn't decide if he liked it or not. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A few moments later he heard the sheets rustling and Dean move closer, his head fitting next to Castiel's.

"What are you doing?"

"What? You never spoon after sex?"

"Well I don't exactly have sex oft—"

Dean leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips. Silently, Castiel heard a Please shut up now. They did talk much too often. Sleep came easier, and neither one of them thought much about tomorrow, only today and tonight.

A/N: Whathaveidone *hides forever* Omg i hope that didn't suck too much but hereee

Pushy!bottom!inexperienced!Cas is life.