It's just like any other night that Sam was gone, Dean and Cas are a pile of tangled, hot, sweaty limbs on the cheap hotel bed. Both gasping and clawing at each other with need.

"Dean…please…" Cas begs, placing his own fingers in his mouth to lubricate them before reaching to prepare himself.

Dean grabs the angel's hand, shaking his head and smirking. Cas squirms with desire, he needs Dean to be inside him. The hunter shifts their positions so that he can straddle the angel's naked body, pulling Cas's slick hand to his mouth and slowly sucking on his fingers, making no attempt to be quiet. His bright green eyes lock onto Cas's blue stare, making him watch as he makes love to his fingers.

Cas's breathing becomes more ragged, as does his dick while he watches the hunter become the prey. A new hunger begins blossoming inside him as Dean slowly leads the angel's hand to his ass, "Do it." Dean breathes, leaning down to lock his lips with Cas's roughly, their tongues tangling wetly.

Dean had led Cas to his entrance so Cas pushes in the first digit and is rewarded as Dean moans loudly into the kiss. Before long Cas can add a second and then another, all the while Dean chokes on his moans, his back arching into the other's hand.

Cas hardens even more to see Dean in such a state of disarray. He quickly removes his fingers and lines Dean up with his now painfully hard erection, but Deans stops him again. Cas moans, this time with irritation. He needs Dean, and he needs him now.

Dean grabs Castiel and slowly leads him to his entrance where he lowers himself. Cas feels the heat of Dean around him and throws back his head, screwing his eyes shut. Damn, it feels so good. Cas can feel that he is now completely inside Dean, and nearly comes then and there from the close heat that the inside of Dean. Dean shudders, the chills of pleasure feathering up his spine as he slowly rotates his hips in a circle, creating even more friction.

His hands fly to lean on the angel's solid chest for support as he slowly begins to move his hips. The reaction is instant, Cas's hands grip Dean's thighs, his nails digging in as his body is rocked with the sensation of being ridden, "F..fuck…Dean." the angel pants, his eyes still closed. Dean smirks, if Cas is swearing, this must be feeling really damn good.

Cas rolls his hips up into Dean, hitting his prostate and making Dean cry out. His fingers dig into the smooth chest in front of him as fireworks explode across his vision. This sensation was new to Dean but he loved it.

Unexpectadly, Cas's hand is gripping Dean and he moans rolling his hips into the angel's grip. Cas slowly begins to stroke the precum slick Dean in time with his hips. Dean is left gasping at this action, bending forward to kiss Cas roughly. His tongue is invasive in the angel's mouth as it explores more than it ever has, every nook and cranny is tasted. Cas moans, the sensations overwhelming.

He continues to work on Dean's cock, evoking delicious moans from Dean who breaks the kiss, his back arching as he continues to ride the angel.

Dean drives down harder, Cas going further inside than ever, striking the Dean's sensitive bundle of nerves with ever thrust. Dean's vision is cloudy as he hammers Cas into him. He feels himself begin to climax, his mouth falling open and his hands gripping at the angel's chest. But there is suddenly pressure on his cock, Cas is gripping him so he can't come.

"Cas!" Dean pleads, pleasure rocking through him with the pain of being unable to release.

"Keep moving…" Cas huffs, his back arching as Dean's hips come in desperate contact with his. Dean pants heavily, moaning Cas's name in desperation as the angel feels the heat pooling in his groin.

Cas releases his grip on Dean and both men cry out as the orgasm, Dean spilling his seed in strips across Cas's stomach and Cas inside of Dean. Dean collapses on top of Cas, his body shaking in post coital bliss. Cas's breaths are ragged as his hands trail up to Dean's face. He pulls the hunter in for a sweet yet hot kiss. He pulls back before long, taking in the sight of his exhausted lover and smiles, "We're doing that more often." Dean chuckles and kisses his angel.