Set Fire to the Rain

Rating: M

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Genre: Romance

Summary: Cas gets a wallop of sex magic/pollen/whatyouwill and things get…hot

A/N: REPOST

Hot.

Castiel was so hot. Burning from the inside out, he would combust at any moment. Surely they were visible, those flames licking at him ruthlessly, threatening to consume him if they were not extinguished.

If only Dean would touch him. He knew that would help, knew the fire would rear back from those long cool fingers, the press of his body against his own, be dampened and leave Castiel in peace.

Yes, Dean was an oasis.

You can fight this Cas.

He pressed forward into the man he knew would save him, rubbed his flushed face on the soft throat, whimpers at the clothes covering his savior. Dean can't put out the fire with all those clothes blocking that cool flesh.

Cas…please…this isn't you.

Of course it's me, he wants to say, but the fire in his throat stops the words. And words aren't really important anyway, only Dean. Dean. His righteous man. Who tastes so sweet now, his skin like water to a parched man, so perfect.

Nectar.

Ambrosia.

They're both bare now, and its good, but not enough. Maybe Dean's lips will ease the burning? Full and firm against his own, tongue lapping at the flames, easing them back enough so Castiel can moan.

You don't want this.

Castiel wants to laugh at this. Of course he doesn't! Why would he want to burn?

But perhaps Dean means he does not want the body pressed against his own, caging him in and holding him down in a way he finds very enjoyable indeed. He arches closer to prove Dean wrong, urges the man's hand down to where he needs it most.

And, oh yes, those fingers curled around him make the flames sputter. They flicker with every pump of his hips into the tight fist around his cock, every groan it draws from him, grow dimmer as Dean bites his neck and pants against him.

Fuck, Cas. So perfect like this.

No. It is Dean who is perfect. Beautiful and strong. Even ravaged in hell his soul shown bright. And now he was pulling Castiel from the fire.

There is a new burn now as Dean presses into him with his cool fingers. But he likes this burn, it ignites but does not singe. He wants more. Needs more.

He's found his voice now and he begs for what he wants. His throat is raw, his words sobbed out and broken, but Dean knows what he needs, gives it to him eagerly.

The thickness of his cock replaces his fingers and when Dean begins to press into him, hands bruising his hips, marking him, Castiel is rendered incoherent. He presses back, meeting his savior thrust for thrust.

Wanted you forever.

The flames roar higher and for a moment Castiel is afraid, but he realizes they are those good flames again. He's on the precipice of something amazing, the bad heat almost entirely gone, replaced with mind numbing pleasure. Every slide of his body against Dean's bringing him nearer. So close.

Come for me Cas.

Castiel shatters the bedside lamp when he comes. White slicks his stomach and he sobs Dean's name as he arches into the pleasure, feels Dean come slick inside of him.

So beautiful.

He breaks apart. Dean builds him again.

The flames are extinguished.

Cas.

Castiel knows he would burn a thousand times, as long as Dean is there to put out the flames.

Dean.

His salvation.

My Angel.

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