Cas smiled against Dean's skin as he spoke, but noticed the man's uncomfort, he smirked and fell to his knees in front of Dean. He smirked to the best of his ability, before pulling Dean's boxer's down with his teeth.

The loss of contact confused Dean, so he looked down and noticed Castiel on his knees. Surely Castiel wasn't planning on.. "Fucking hell, Cas..," he groaned, watching as his prick bobbed free once his boxers peeled off. "You don't have to.. You don't have to do that if you don't wanna.."

"I want to, so shut up and enjoy it." Cas said, not sure where the language came from. He pushed his lips against Dean's dick, taking it all down at once. He smirked around the intrusion, fisting his own cock as he sucked.

Eyes widening again when he heard Castiel talk, Dean's breathing hitched ridiculously so, wanting to hear more of that kind of language on a regular basis. And then, much to Dean's surprise, Castiel swallowed him down without any hesitation. "/Cas/!" he whimpered, head falling back as one of his hands went to fist in the angel's hair. "I.. Don't get y-yourself off. I want to do it.."

Pulling himself off Dean he looked up at him with blue eyes, "That an order?" He said, smirking.

Slowly licking his lips, the fire in Dean's eyes burned impossibly brighter at the question and that sodding /smirk/. "Why? Willing to disobey me, hm? I wouldn't if I were you," Dean challenged, biting his bottom lip.

"You gonna spank me Dean?" He growled, stroking himself slowly.

"You kinky son of a bitch," he groaned, leaning forward to grab Castiel and pull him back up onto the bed so that he was laying on top of Dean. Their cocks brushed up against one another and it was honestly /heavenly/. "Spread your legs. Lift your wings. Brace yourself. Your ass is gonna be sore for the next week."

Cas smirked as Dean grabbed him, he adjusted himself a few times just to cause their cocks to brush in all the right ways. "Do it Dean. Spank me, make me count it out as I sob." He ground out, where was this all coming from, Jimmy must be a kinky bastard. "Then," He added, smirking, "Then you can fuck me."

Okay. Dean was most /definitely/ going to watch that fucking pizza-man video to see where Cas was coming up with all of this stuff. "Count it," Dean growled, lifting his hand high in the air and letting it come back down on the angel's ass hard. After a couple more, Dean looked up at Cas, breathing ragged. "I don't have condoms.."

The tears in his eyes were ones that he craved, and as Dean stopped beating and spoke, Cas had to beath a few times before speaking. "I don't care." He said. "I just need you."

As soon as the angel's face came in to view, a sudden twinge of guilt stuttered in Dean's chest when he saw the tears. "Cas..," he whispered, concern plastered across his face. "Cas, I didn't mean to.. I thought you wanted.. Shit. I'm sorry, baby."

Castiel turned on Dean's knees, and grabbed his face. "I did want it, I do." He assured his lover, "Dean, I love you, I trust you, I wanted it."

Dean brought his own hands up to Castiel's face, wiping away the dampness at the corners of his eyes. "I love you too, Cas. And I'll give you anything you want.. Just tell me if it's too much, alright? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll always tell you Dean, always." He said, kissing him softly. "I promise." He waited for the moment to be over, before sighing. "Now can you fuck me?"

Nodding, Dean sighed and ran his hands through Castiel's wings again. "Roll over onto your back, alright? And bend your knees so I can prep you. Just gotta get the lube out of my bag," he explained, pecking his cheek softly.

Cas groaned and nodded, doing as he was told. "Hurry." He begged, stroking himself slowly as Dean turned his back.

Sifting around in his duffel bag, Dean came across the bottle of cinnamon flavored lube and turned around, groaning at the sight that lay before him. "You're gonna kill me with how stunning you are one of these days, baby," Dean remarked, climbing back onto the bed and kissing the angel.

Cas kissed him back softly, "I'm not really that pretty Dean, its all Jimmy."

"Your wings are gorgeous. So is your mind and heart and soul. Don't even get me started, Cas. This is all you," Dean stated, pouring some lube onto his fingers and rubbing it together to get it warmed up. "You can do that healing thing, right? So I don't hurt you when I start prepping you?"

He couldn't help but blush as Dean said those things. "You're pretty damn beautiful yourself Dean." He said, then as his lover spoke again he nodded. It wasn't quite true, it would hurt but he would heal, he couldn't tell Dean that though.

"I have the looks down pat, sure. But my heart and soul.. That's a whole different story," Dean said, shaking those thoughts. Pressing one of his fingers up against Castiel's entrance, Dean glanced up at the angel and sighed. "Ready, baby?"

"Your soul is beautiful, and your heart is loyal, believe that." He said, before nodding at Dean

Dean leaned over Castiel's body and kissed him tenderly, hoping to take away some of the inevitable pain as he started to push his finger inside of the man- stretching him. "Thank you," he breathed, pressing against the other once more for a more passionate kiss.

Cas smiled into their kiss as he slipped is tongue into Dean's mouth. He could feel the burn in his arse, but he didn't show it.

Slowly working Castiel open, Dean let the angel control the kiss as he pleased. Whatever he could do to make Cas more comfortable, he'd do it in a heartbeat. As soon as he was opened up enough, Dean slipped another finger into him gently.

With a hand behind Dean's head, he removed their lips from each other to let out a groan, "Hurry Dean" He said, itching to jerk himself off as they lay there.

"I-I'm trying, Cas," Dean assured, moving his lips down to his lover's neck, nipping gently at the skin there. After a few more moments, Dean took retracted his fingers and looked into Castiel's blue eyes, lifting his brows. "Ready for the real thing? It'll be different."

"I'm ready Dean." He said, holding his breath. He pressed his lips to Dean's again, to distract himself.

Coating himself quickly with extra lubricant, Dean positioned himself and slid in just slightly, wanting Cas to get used to the intrusion before he pushed in any further.

"Dean, its better if you do it fast." He bit out, trying not to display anything off putting.

Dean sighed and obliged, filling Castiel to the hilt. He could tell the angel was in pain, but he figured it was like that for everybody. The hunter just had to trust Castiel to tell him if things were too much too soon. Groaning at the tightness of the other being, Dean dropped his forehead onto his shoulder, breathing heavily. "Cas?"

It was a suddenly pain, then it faded to and ache - healing powers at work. Cas groaned to match that of Dean as the other spoke. He kissed his shoulder and smiled. "Move Dean."

Nodding, Dean slowly pulled out a bit and then rocked back into the angel just as slowly, moaning loudly as sudden relief started to take over. After nearly an hour of no touching aside from Castiel's mouth, Dean was swimming in an ocean of euphoria. "Gosh, Cas..," he breathed, starting a steady rhythm. "You good?"

Cas smirked and pulled Dean down, kissing him deeply. "Gosh, Dean." He gasped, pulling back from the kiss to arch out. "Do that again."

Dean whimpered into the kiss, making sure he kept up his pace of his hips all the same as he did so. And then he felt Castiel shudder and he knew what he had done. He hit that little bundle of nerves inside of Castiel that sent men /reeling/. "Like that, baby?" he asked with a rough thrust of his pelvis, hitting that same spot over and over again.

"Ye-Yes." Cas admitted, feeling quite dirty, but likely every minute of it. He was close, but there was no way he would come with out physical stimulation. "Dean, touch me, please."

Being able to have Castiel so open and pliant beneath him was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He was so close to coming, but he wanted to do it with Cas- simultaneously. "'Couse, Cas," Dean murmured, snaking a hand between both of their bodies and taking the angel in hand, pumping him in time with his thrusts. "Wrap.. Wrap your wings around us.."

Castiel groaned as Dean finally touched him. He nodded his best as Dean's words and wrapped them in a secluded world of black feathers. "I think I'm close Dean."

"So am I, baby. M'almost there," he said breathlessly, rolling his hips into Castiel more frantically as he felt that familiar ball of warmth starting to uncoil in the pit of his stomach. "Come on, Cas. Let go.. I.. I'm.. /Cas/!"

Cas pushed down against Dean as he neared his climax, and as he hit it, so did his lover. "Dean!" He cried out, spewing semen all over them. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his wings fall flat against the bed as he caught his breath. "That was amazing." He said with a smile.

Continuing to pump Castiel through his orgasm, Dean pulled out of his lover and fell to the side, careful as so not hurt the angel's wings. He curled up into Castiel's left one, pushing himself against the man's body. "Believe me when I say, that was the best damn shag I've ever had," Dean murmured, closing his eyes.

"That's the only shag I've ever had." Cas joked, before looking over at the door. Sighing he sat up, bringing his wings towards him again. "I understand that generally this is the time for rest, but we should really clean up before we do that.

Dean grumbled and pushed his face into the pillows, thoroughly exhausted. He was before Castiel showed up, but his limbs were practically dead now that they had just finished having /sex/. "Sammy won't be back, ya know. He's probably doing the same thing we just did with some chick."

"If you're sure." He said, rolling over as well and curling up under Dean's arm, he was quite comfortable there. "Though I doubt he has finished with 'some chick' as you say."

Pulling Castiel close, Dean brought the comforter over the both of them and settled back in, sighing deeply. "No, probably not. They'll probably go at it a few more times tonight," he muttered, opening his eyes to peer into Castiel's own. "If I weren't so tired, I'd let you have me."

"That is not what I meant, I assumed you were aware of Sam's relationship as well." Cas said, looking over at Dean. He smiled at the other's request. "Save that for next time, right?"

"Wait, Sam's in a /relationship/?" Dean asked, wishing he could care more but right now, he was exhausted and just didn't care at all. He shook those thoughts and waved the conversation off. "Forget it. I'll talk to him in the morning," he mumbled, leaning in to peck Castiel's lips one last time. "Yeah, next time. Hopefully soon."

Cas kissed Dean back, before burrowing himself into the other man's chest. "Good night Dean." He said, pulling the blankets up on them.

Smiling, Dean buried his nose into the other man's hair and inhaled deeply, rubbing his back. "Night. Love you, baby," he whispered, slowly drifting off into a much needed slumber.