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Ever since he met Castiel, Dean knew he had to devour him. Sparks literally flew when he first laid eyes on the angel. Not only was it the deliciously good-looking vessel, but Dean could feel the overwhelming power radiating from him.
Dean expected the lust, but the obsession is what was really affecting him. This incredibly powerful angel of God was basically wrapped around his finger, waiting for his command. Of course, Castiel was a bit tight-assed at the beginning, trying to boss him around, but eventually it was clear who was really in charge.
The only problem was that Castiel was painfully oblivious to the tension every time they were together. No matter how much Dean flirted or how forward he was, Castiel would just knit his eyebrows into that classic confused expression and ask what Dean meant.
As frustrating as it was, it was also kind of hot. The thought of touching him in a way he’s never experienced before was intriguing… Dean wanted to ruin an angel of the lord, and he was losing patience.
Sam and Dean had just finished a case and decided to check into a motel for the night. He suggested to Sam to get different rooms for ‘privacy’s sake.’. Besides a small noise of disgust, Sam didn’t object. He barely got settled in his room before he was praying to Castiel, making up some story about needing his help for a case.
This was the night he was going to get somewhere with Cas. Of course, he would be okay if he rejected him, but there was basically no chance of that happening. Castiel practically worshipped him.
“Hello, Dean.” He smiled before turning around, knowing the beautiful sight that was waiting behind him. Castiel looked amazing, still wearing his nice suit and signature beige trench coat. His hair looked perfect, almost styled, but that was just the effortless state of the angel. The one feature that always seemed to take Dean’s breath away was those crystal blue eyes. He always stared at him with such devotion.
“Hey Cas, you’re, uh, looking good today,” he managed to say with a warm smile. Cas looked down at his own body and then looked up confused. “My vessel looks the same as every other day.” Dean let out a small laugh. This is how flirting always went with them. “Well then you look good every day,” he tried.
“I’m aware I could be considered conventionally attractive.” Cocky bastard.
Dean decided that this attempt was going nowhere and changed strategy. He walked over to the desk where he threw a bunch of papers for ‘research.’. “Alright, pretty boy. You came here to help with the case, right?” Cas followed him and nodded. “Yes, what did you need help with?”
He used the case they just solved to make up some reason why he would need his angel’s help. “We hit a dead end and thought we could use a fresh pair of eyes.” Cas stood against the desk, slightly bending over to read the paper on top.
Dean took that opportunity to press himself against Castiel’s back and pointed at a newspaper article, the other hand landing on the angel’s waist. He has been increasingly testing the boundaries of touching Cas, but so far, he hasn’t said anything.
He tested his shoulder, touching his back, chest, knee, thigh, and neck. Anything he could manage to work into conversation. Dean was already getting hard at just the thought of touching him, and now that he was firmly pressed against Castiel’s ass, he was fully hard. If Cas noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it.
“It looks like a simple vampire. Why did you need my help?” he asked instead. Dean was subtly grinding his hips as he responded. “The victims were killed during the day, and some of them weren’t completely drained.” He was just making stuff up at this point. Anything to make him stay still.
He mentally kicked himself for not changing out of his jeans because he was suffocating here. He pushed his clothed cock roughly against Cas, the force making both of them go forward. Cas turned to him, making Dean step back. “Oh, am I in your way?” he asked seriously.
Dean tried not to look disappointed at the loss of contact and dismissively said, “No, I just tripped.” Cas turned his attention back to the case. “I’m not sure what the monster is based on the limited information. Where’s Sam?” “On surveillance,” he said quickly. “We shouldn’t bother him.”
Castiel looked over the papers again, unconsciously loosening his tie in the process. That was enough for Dean to lose his patience. “What do you know about the human body?” Cas looked away from the papers, considering the question. “I understand what is biologically correct and their illnesses.”
Dean unzipped his jeans and adjusted his bulge not-so-subtly in front of the angel. “This case has really stressed me out, and I thought you might be interested in how some people relieve stress.” Cas took a minute to consider it and then nodded. “Alright.”
He tried to contain his excitement as he grabbed Castiel’s hand. This was it. This was the moment he finds out how far he could go. He guided the angel’s hand to his bulge, pressing it harshly against him, and hissed at the feeling. “Fuuuuuck, feel this?” He felt Cas squeeze his hand as he inspected it. “This is your phallus. It seems to be erect,” he said flatly.
Dean nodded, thrusting into the other’s hand. “Yeah,” he replied breathlessly, “touching it is already making me feel so much better.” Cas continued to rub his hand over the bulge hesitantly, showing no experience in his movements.
While he was occupied with that, Dean decided to just go for it. “I’ll show you how good it feels.” He reached over to unzip the angel’s dress pants, letting them fall and pool at his feet. He palmed the thick bulge over his boxers, smiling when he heard Cas groan loudly.
Of course, he wasn’t hard yet. He didn’t understand how hot this all was. Dean palmed Cas’ cock, moving his hand up and down in long, firm movements. God, he was big. Even while soft and restrained within the thin layer of his boxers, Dean could tell.
He snuck his hand past the waistline of his boxers, firmly grabbing Castiel’s cock. Cas’s eyes widened, almost choking on his spit by how hard he gasped. “Dean!” he whimpered.
Oh god he actually fucking whimpered.
His hand left Dean’s bulge in favor of holding onto the wrist jerking him off, making no attempt to stop him. It was almost too perfect how easily the virgin angel got hard under his touch. As much as Dean mourned the loss of contact on his cock, the obscene sight in front of him was more than worth it.
Castiel’s eyebrows were knitted in pleasure, eyes hazy and drooped in pleasure. His mouth was slightly open as he let out moans and pants. Both of his arms were holding onto Dean’s forearm as encouragement to continue.
“Dean… My stomach feels tight. What do I do?” He sounded so desperate, almost scared. “It’s alright, baby. Let it wash over you,” Dean encouraged. Cas threw his head back as he came. The grip he had on Dean’s arm was almost painful, but he kept the pace, working his thick cock to help him through his orgasm.
Once he was coming down from his high, his knees began to buckle, but he managed to catch himself. Dean rested his hands on the other’s waist, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. Cas was breathing hard as he spoke. “That was very intense.”
Dean laughed. This poor angel just had his first orgasm. Oh, speaking of firsts…
He leaned over the angel, grabbing his face with both hands and tilting his head up. Before Cas could ask what Dean was doing, they were kissing. Their first kiss. As the angel seemed to relax into the mattress, Dean became painfully aware of his own problem.
“I’m glad you liked it so much,” He pulled his cock out of his boxers as he spoke, “But I didn’t get a chance to relax since you got so distracted.” Cas looked down towards his hard-on and had the audacity to blush. “I’m sorry, the feeling was overwhelming. I’ll continue.”
Cas slid off the bed and landed on his knees on the floor in front of the blond. He reached out his hand to hesitantly grab the dick a few inches away from his face, squeezing it gently. As he looked up with his big, piercing blue eyes, Dean decided something.
He was absolutely going to ruin an angel of the lord.
Dean grabbed the other’s jaw firmly with one hand. “Do you want to make me feel good?” Cas nodded gently in response. “Then open your mouth.” The angel’s face morphed into one of confusion, but after a second of consideration, he obeyed and slightly opened his mouth.
Dean smiled wildly, removing Cas’s hand so he could give himself a couple of firm strokes. He moved his other hand to the back of Cas’s head, stepping closer. “What are-“
“Do you trust me?” Dean interrupted him. “Of course.” He hooked a thumb into the side of Castiel’s mouth, making his mouth open wider. “All you have to do is make sure your teeth don’t touch me.”
Before Cas could respond, Dean thrusted his hips, pushing the tip of his cock to hit the back of Cas’s throat. Cas choked at the sudden intrusion, hands landing on Dean’s thighs to brace himself. Dean kept his cock completely buried in Cas’s mouth, savoring the wet, hot feeling.
Cas wasn’t sucking or moving his head, probably because he didn’t know he was supposed to, but it didn’t matter. The overwhelming heat was almost painful, and the way his throat squeezed his tip had him struggling to keep standing.
“Fuck, Cas… Making me feel so good.” He pulled his hips back slowly just to roughly thrust back in, making Cas gag. The way Cas innocently looked at him with tears starting to form, he couldn’t control himself anymore.
He grabbed the back of Cas's head with both hands, anchoring him so he could fuck his mouth with ease. The only sounds that could be heard was the obscene wet sounds of the tip of Dean's cock hitting the angel's throat. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in pure bliss. He was in awe that one man could be this lucky.
He kept a steady pace until he felt Cas pushing his thighs back. He pulled his cock but kept a hand on the back of his head, looking down on him. Spit had fallen past his swollen lips onto his chin. “You’re so messy, angel. What would people say if they knew you let me do this to you?”
Cas looked fucked out already, eyes hazy with lust. “But you… You told me to do this.” He replied, almost embarrassingly. God, how could he still act this innocent this far into the night?
Dean crouched over, pulling Castiel’s head back by his hair to kiss him deeply. “I know, baby. You would do anything I tell you to, wouldn’t you?” He asked in a condescending tone, already knowing the answer.
“Anything.”
“Good boy.”
He quickly got back to work fucking the angel’s throat. He managed a glimpse of Cas’s wide blue eyes innocently staring up at him while he dirtied up his throat. Dean had to quickly look away, or else he would cum immediately.
He really couldn’t decide where to cum. There were too many desirable options. In Cas’s throat, on his face, inside him, or even on his stomach as he rode him. After a few minutes, he decided what he wanted.