This is basically a continuation of chapter 10. except all smut. seriously, this is porn. so don't read if you aren't 18+. this has been my disclaimer.

Cas groaned, spreading his legs at the silent request of Dean's broad hands. Touching, grabbing the insides of his toned thighs. This was not fair.

"Oh, Dean." He repeated. Dean's mouth made his way down past his hips to meet his hands, and was now working his way back up. Sucking and tonguing the inside of his thighs and now up into his pelvis. He tilted his head back, hitting the wall with a low thump. He didn't mind that Dean pinned against the wall by a steady hand on his hip, but his hands itched to grab onto something. Dean's hot breath on the damp spots was driving him crazy and he just felt a primal need to claw something.

Like a bedsheet. That would be something.

Dean made progress quickly, seemingly impatient even though he was the one controlling the speed. It was as if he wasn't just teasing Castiel. He spat on his hand and wrapped his hand around his shaft.

With that, Cas arched his arms above his head and then towards his sides, trying to find some traction on the plaster behind him. After twitching his hands over the smooth surface, he dropped his arm and clasped the back of Dean's hair with one hand. Better, Cas thought. He felt strange just dangling his right hand at his side, so he buried his fingers in his own damp hair, pushing it out of his face.

Cas' fidgeting did nothing to hinder Dean. With his right hand he moved his hand up and down the length of Cas' erection, focusing his mouth on his balls.

Cas' breath hitched. He closed his fist in Dean's cropped hair, accidentally yanking it.

"Easy, tiger," Dean rumbled. He took the time to lick around the base of Cas' shaft, his nose brushing a tuft of hair that had been neglected. His fist stroking in shallow pumps so that his thumb ran over the tip. Cas' hips jerked forward, and Dean's left hand fixed him back in place.

Cas made a humming noise that vibrated in the back of his throat, trying to keep from tugging his lover's hair. Dean tongued his way up and around the head of his cock, licking it like an ice cream cone. At the relief of Castiel he supplemented his thumb and forefinger with his lips.

"Mmmmph… d-Dean," Cas choked out, hyperaware of the way Dean continued to swirl his tongue around his cock. With the sound of Castiel's voice, he picked up the pace, moving his hand faster and puckering his lips around him.

'Dean' became a mantra. It was truly a magic word that got him more of what he wanted. More Dean. More.

Dean himself was stimulated by the low tones of his voice, rewarding Castiel for letting his name have a moment on his tongue. He moved his left hand to grab a handful of Castiel's ass, his trimmed nails barely scratching his smooth skin.

"Oohmy— ff-uck Dean," Cas moaned, a hint of desperation tagged at the end of his phrase. He tugged at Dean's hair, unable to hold back, clasping handful after handful. "Mmmgna-" He pulled at Dean's head, a more physical way of re-directing his mouth.

Dean obliged, releasing Castiel from his mouth with a comical pop, his hand soldiering on as he stood back up, offering a goofy smile to his wide-mouthed date. He pumped his hand upwards, his cock pulsating. Dean leaned in again, and scraped his teeth against Castiel's neck, sucking and biting on the paper-thin skin. Beads of sweat gathered around his collarbone, a more subtle salty taste lingered on his neck.

"Come for me, baby," Dean buzzed thickly in his ear, aware of Cas' orgasm already escaping him. Dean stopped, his hand sticky and warm. He whipped off his white tee shirt and wiped himself and his date clean.

"Oh no," Cas panted, pushing his hair off his wet brow with a shaky hand.

"Oh no, what?" Dean said, concerned with the first post-climax words he used.

Cas looked at Dean sincerely, the pupils in his bright blue eyes dilated. "Now we have to put your clothes in the laundry, too."

Dean's eyes flashed to his date's tainted clothes draped over his kitchen chair. He grinned.

"I guess we do."