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One Year Later
“Dean, are you almost finished?” Cas’ voice came from the speaker on the wall.
Shit. Dean looked up at the clock on the wall. Four o’clock. He had totally lost track of time. “Um, yeah! Just give me ten minutes to shut everything off!” Dean answered, scrambling to turn off the machinery and tidy up.
“Okay, I’ll see you in a little bit. I love you.”
“Love you, too, Cas. See you in a few!” he said, rushing to get out of his safety gear and lock his studio.
Dean had moved in with Castiel three months ago, buying the empty first floor space for his workshop. His artwork had taken off after the article, but ever since the news story broke of his kidnapping and torture, his popularity had actually skyrocketed. He hated it, hated people knowing his business, but he wasn’t going to turn away good work. He still restored classic cars for Bobby on the side, too, but he’d become a full-time artist months ago.
Dean took the stairs two by two, arriving at his floor breathless. He burst in the front door, yelling, “Honey, I’m home!” He started stripping as he made his way toward the bedroom, not waiting for Cas to show his face, and hopped in the shower to wash the grime off. Tonight was a big night, after all. He took his time cleaning himself thoroughly and prepping himself. He smiled as he placed the plug that Cas had left him. It was stainless steel with a sapphire colored jewel on the end. Cas was always thinking ahead and taking care of him. Dean was finally okay with allowing him to do it.
When he got out of the shower, he massaged burn cream and vitamin E oil into his scars. They were the only visible reminder left of his ordeal. He’d had to go through some intense physical therapy to regain full mobility. Being hung from his hands had done a number on his shoulders and surgery on over a hundred lacerations made for a lot of scar tissue. Skin grafts helped with the worst of those, but he’d had difficulty working with metal for awhile. Missouri helped with the rest, until he moved to Chicago. She’d offered to do the phone thing, but Pam took over and she was very good for Dean. Being a sub, she understood where Dean was coming from and the world he lived in. The snark helped, too.
He found a set of clothes waiting for him when he got to the bedroom, but still no sign of Castiel. Following the implied order, he got dressed, including the rope collar that had become like an extension of himself. Checking himself in the mirror one last time, he made his way to the living room, expecting to find his Dom. Instead, he found Pamela lounging in the overstuffed easy chair, texting on her phone.
“Heya, sweet cheeks, you ready for your big night?” Pam asked, shit eating grin lighting up her whole face. She was definitely a welcome sight, but he was confused as to why she was there at all, until he remembered that she was supposed to be his attendant. Pft. Half of him felt like a bride with a bridesmaid, the other half was relieved to have the sub there. She’d been through this before, both as an observer and a participant. “Cas went to make sure everything was copacetic at the club, so he wanted me to make sure you got there in one piece and keep you from tying yourself completely into knots. Speaking of which, how are you feeling?”
“We gonna do the sharing and caring thing right now?” he asked, mildly touchy. The single most hated phrase he heard on a regular basis was ‘how do you feel?’. His nerves were beginning to set in. He knew he wanted this, to commit fully to Cas and submit fully to him, but commitment was a huge thing. For the longest time he’d stayed away from relationships that might lead down this road. Watching his father fall completely apart after his mother died was…formative. He never wanted someone to have that kind of control over his happiness.
Meeting Cas, though, changed all that. For the first time ever, he saw himself having a true future with someone. More than that, wanting a future with someone. The thought settled him a little, so he swallowed down his anxiety and nodded once to Pam.
“Good job, sugar, you ready to go?” Pam asked, cheerfully.
“Yeah, Pam, I’m ready.” He sighed with the weight of the double meaning and grabbed his jacket, following her out the door. He was surprised when they reached the parking garage and Pam tossed him the keys to the Impala.
“Castiel thought you’d be more relaxed if you drove your car to the club instead of being subjected to anyone else’s driving,” Pam said in response to his confused, surprised look, obviously amused.
“Well, he wasn’t wrong,” Dean mused, pleased that his Dom knew him so well. He relaxed even more as he slid behind the wheel, letting the rumble of her engine and the smooth butter feel of her leather fill his senses.
They talked about the ceremony on the way to the club. Dean and Cas had gone over everything that would happen many times, had planned it together meticulously. Repeating over everything with Pam, though, helped keep him calm. It gave him a sense of control, which made him snort a little at the irony.
The idea on whether or not to have the ceremony in the first place had brought about a few heated discussions. Dean surprised himself by bringing it up first after Pam had asked him if they were going to do it. Castiel expressed mixed feelings at first. He was thrilled at the suggestion of the ceremony itself; in fact, he got misty-eyed. But Dean wanted to have it at the club, with their community surrounding them, and celebrate after with Cas suspending Dean publicly. Cas wasn’t sure they were ready. The first time they tried tying Dean up after he recovered, Cas freaked out. He dropped pretty hard, thinking he was a horrible person and Dom for wanting to tie Dean after the sub had had such a traumatic experience with restraint. Dean was fine that time, but the next time they attempted it, Dean safeworded. Both were rattled after that one, severely remembering the last time Dean had done that.
Dean finally convinced Cas that he was ready after they’d tried a few minimalistic ties in the bedroom successfully. So they waited and planned carefully, waiting a for a full year to pass after Alastair.
As Dean and Pam got to the club, Uriel greeted them warmly and escorted them to the submissives’ dressing room. They got undressed, Dean down to his forest green lace boy shorts, and Pam in a sheer pink babydoll. Pam smiled at Dean, took his hand, and led him out to the main club area.
There were rows of chairs set up, with an aisle down the center. At the head of the aisle was the stage where exhibitions took place. All the props and equipment were still there; it was a kink club, after all, and they did not hide who they were, especially in their own place.
They approached the stage together, still holding hands. Dean appreciated the contact, the comfort, even if he’d never admit it aloud. He walked forward as trepidation and excitement swirled together in his gut. The anticipation heightened his senses, making every smell and sound seem more intense.
The moment he saw Cas the rest of the world melted away. Cas stood there, next to Cain, looking stunning in black suit pants with a deep blue button down shirt, black silk tie, and black pinstripe waistcoat. The scruff gracing his cheeks and jawline had Dean licking his lips in anticipation. He remembered the last time Cas let his scruff grow like that. He had beard burn on and around his hole for a week. It was glorious and made his cock twitch.
Cas was smiling at him, making him feel, as usual, like he was the only person in the room. Like Cas’ world revolved around him. It made Dean feel protected and loved, and it was on display for their whole world. He reveled in belonging to this man, of swimming in his adoration.
Pam led him up onto the stage, in front of Cas, hugged Dean, then put their hands together. She smiled warmly at them both, then turned around to take her place at Victor’s feet, across from Cas. Cain was officiating the ceremony and also vouching for Cas as an upstanding Dom worthy of a committed sub. Victor was standing for Dean, as a representative of Pam. She was vouching that Dean was prepared for the role of a committed sub and was going into this with eyes open and able to fully consent to the proceedings.
“Castiel, Dean, it’s good to see you two here this evening. I am honored to officiate your collaring ceremony and host the festivities. Presenting a collar to a submissive is a significant step in a Dominant/submissive relationship. It represents a commitment on both sides, a commitment to take care of each other and to abide by the rules that define your roles, set forth when you agreed to enter into this dynamic. I have known Castiel for five years now, and know him to be of sound moral character. More than that, he is a kind, caring person and a well-respected Dom.
“Castiel, are you here today of your own volition?” Cain asked, turning to face Cas.
“Yes, I am,” Cas answered solemnly.
“Dean, are you here today of your own volition?” Cain asked, this time turning toward Dean.
“Yes, Sir, I am,” Dean replied. Cain smiled warmly at the honorific and, despite Cain not being his Dom, the smile felt like praise, giving Dean a boost of confidence.
“Wonderful. Castiel, you indicated that you both wrote your own vows.” Cas nodded in assent. “You may begin.”
“Dean, it is my intention to offer you my collar as a sign of your submission to me. Are you willing to accept my collar?” Cas asked, with nothing but love in his eyes.
“Nothing would make me happier, Sir,” Dean replied, face hurting from smiling so wide. He was excited to see what the collar looked like. Cas had asked him things he liked and didn’t like about various collar styles, then he’d custom ordered one. The final design was to be a surprise.
Castiel reached behind him to a small table and grabbed a fluffy black pillow, placing it at Dean’s feet. Dean immediately kneeled on the pillow, placing his hands on his thighs. Cas turned back to the table and opened the handmade cherry box engraved with a shibari knot. He held the collar reverently as he turned to Dean. The sub’s breath caught when he saw the beautiful piece of art before him. It was a soft black leather, about an inch and a half wide, with a sapphire blue leather strip stitched on top of the black. It was lined with soft fur, again sapphire blue. A brushed black D-ring was attached at the throat, and instead of inset jewel-type adornments, monkey’s fist knots were engraved into the blue leather.
Cas held the collar out in front of him while he spoke his vows. “With the placing of this collar around your neck and your acceptance of it, I vow to do everything I can to be worthy of you. I promise to hold you and keep you safe, to stretch you and give you flight, to respect the needs of our relationship above all others, to love you, honor you, support you in all things and be sensitive to your needs and desires. I acknowledge the trust you have placed in me and the responsibility that goes with my acceptance of that trust. I will never violate or even threaten to violate that trust. I acknowledge and accept with all my heart the gift of submission you have given to me. This collar will be a symbol of that which we already know: that you are mine, and by wearing it you will always be safe to be everything that you are.
“Do you accept my collar in the spirit by which it is given to you?”
Looking up at Cas, his heart filled with love and devotion, Dean replied with his own vows. “Sir, of my own free will and with clarity of mind and heart, I submit myself to your will. I accept your collar as the outward and visible sign of my deepest joy—that I am yours. I fully place my trust in you to protect me, love me, and guide me on the right path.” Dean’s voice had been wavering, but at those words it broke. He swallowed hard and continued. “I trust that you will bring me back from the edge when I get lost in my head, and that you will do nothing that I have not agreed to. I place my heart, mind, body and soul into your hands. I promise to stay with you, support you, and fulfill your desires and needs as you allow. I give myself to you, now and always.” Dean had never spoken so much at one time in the way of emotions in his life, and for once it didn’t bother him. He hadn’t been sure that he could do it, that he could find the words, but Pam had helped him with some directed questions during a therapy session. The words came surprisingly easy once the dam broke.
Cas gently placed the collar around Dean’s neck, fingers lingering on the warm skin. Dean bowed his head down so Cas could easily reach the buckle in the back. As his hands came back around, Cas caressed one hand along Dean’s cheek. The sub leaned into the touch and hummed in pleasure and contentment.
Cas smiled down at him, unspilled tears gathering in his eyes, and finished his vow. “I will never forget nor shy away from the responsibility I have undertaken here, nor will I abuse that power. I am charged with your well-being in all you do.” Cas was openly crying at this point, and Dean was having a hard time not joining him. “I promise to learn from you what is good and safe for you and always keep that in mind. The hand of the Dominant is a double-edged sword; it can give great pleasure and it can punish. I will carefully consider every situation before using that power, and will never use it in anger.”
Cas held Dean’s face with both hands and guided him to stand. Eyes never wavering from Dean’s, he finished with, “Thank you for giving me the gift of your submission, Dean.” He leaned in and kissed Dean, softly and sweetly.
Those in attendance broke out into thunderous applause and whooped and whistled, celebrating with the couple. A few people in the front row threw blue confetti on them. Both laughed hysterically when they saw the confetti was penis-shaped.
Pam came up and hugged Dean, while Victor and Cain congratulated Cas. Now that he was collared, it was obvious that the Doms present congratulated Cas first, before asking permission to approach Dean. He had never felt so welcome, so appreciated, and so free to be himself. Nobody was teasing him about wearing lace panties, no one was giving him dirty looks for being on his knees, no one was judging him for letting his freak flag fly. He had found a community to belong to, finally, and they welcomed him with open arms.
They milled around for awhile, mingling and talking with people. Well, Cas talked and Dean stood respectfully one step over and one step back from his Dom, always silent unless asked a direct question and always with his head slightly bowed and eyes to the floor. He really was trying to be a good sub, one worthy of representing Castiel. He understood fully that everything he said and did within the community was a reflection of his Dom and after everything Cas and this community had done for him, he wasn’t about to screw that up.
About 8:30 p.m., Cas turned to Dean and said, “There are some clothes laid out for you in the sub dressing room. Please take Pam with you and go get dressed, then come back to me.” He kissed Dean chastely, pressing their foreheads together for a moment.
Dean looked at Cas, heart swelling once again. “I will always come back to you, Sir,” he murmured into Cas’ lips. He turned to find Pam behind him, waiting with her hand outstretched. He took it in his own and allowed her to lead him away. He was grateful once again for the contact of a familiar soul.
There was a velvet-covered bench with a set of clothes laid out carefully. Dean was too happy and content with life at the moment to argue with anything, let alone allowing Pam to dress him. Before he knew it, he was dressed in cotton drawstring pants and a simple button-down tunic, also black.
“Are you ready for this?” Pam asked, doing up the last button. The shirt was loose fitting and displayed his collar well.
Dean took a deep, cleansing breath in before replying, “Yeah, I’m ready. Listen,” he said, halting Pam with a hand on her arm, “thank you. For everything.”
Pam got serious for a moment, well, as serious as Pam could get. “Sure thing, sugar. You’re one of the good ones, Dean Winchester. It’s about time things went your way. I’m happy to play even a small part in that.” She tapped his cheek with her fingers, then kissed his cheek. “Come on, loverboy, your Dom is waiting.”
Pam led Dean out of the dressing room and over to Cas, dressed similarly in simple black cotton, in silence. Stopping in front of Cas and Victor, she gently pushed Dean to walk up to Cas, then took her place by Victor’s side and knelt on the floor, head down and hands on her thighs respectfully.
Dean took her subtle cue and, after holding Cas’ gaze briefly, lowered his eyes and echoed Pam, settling on the floor in front of his Dom.
He leaned into the touch as Cas threaded his fingers gently through Dean's hair. The loving caress grounded Dean, quelling the tide of nerves threatening to take hold. The whole evening was one first after another, interspersed with attempts to try something that had previously caused fear and panic. His body tried to remind him of the suffocating feelings that plagued his nightmares, but he resolutely refused to give in. He closed his eyes, centering himself, and breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. Cas must have recognized the relaxation breathing routine Pam had taught Dean, so he placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder and waited.
When Dean felt the last vestiges of tension leaving his body, he opened his eyes and looked up at his Dom with reverence. Cas smiled in reply and said firmly, “Follow me,” before turning around and walking away. He never turned around to see if Dean was following, it was just expected.
Dean followed his Dom down the hallway to one of the private rooms. He watched as Cas took a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door and pushed it open. Curiosity took hold as he stepped up to Cas, peering in. This was not the room they’d used before; it was appointed completely differently from Cain’s. There was a king size four-poster bed—sturdy enough for some vigorous fucking and good bondage, he was pleased to note—with beautiful rope accents, several bureaus in matching wood, and an en suite bathroom.
Cas held out his hand to Dean and led him into the center of the room, the door closing with an unassuming snick behind them. Dean was swung around by his hand and found himself ensconced in his Dom’s arms. He melted into the embrace, sticking his nose behind Cas’ ear and just breathing, taking in the scent of his Dom, of home, of Cas.
“God, I love you, Dean. I can’t even imagine what my life would be without you,” Cas murmured into Dean’s neck, wrapping both arms securely around his sub, savoring their closeness.
“I love you, too, Cas,” Dean said, swallowing hard around the emotions that filled him that evening. “I absolutely know what my life would be like without you, and I don’t like it one bit.” He held on tighter, not willing to let the moment go. Allowing himself to feel and acknowledge those emotions was one of the things he was working on with Pam. These moments alone with Cas were the only ones where it wasn’t a struggle to just let go.
Eventually, though, the embrace had to end. There were things to do, after all, and people who were waiting for a show. Cas pulled back and, with one last kiss, drew Dean to the center of the room. He spun Dean around, plastering himself against Dean’s back and nosing at his neck.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, my love?” Cas asked quietly, the words ghosting past Dean’s ear. He sucked in a quick hiss of air as Cas’ fingers crept up under his shirt and traced delicate patterns along the muscles of his lower abdomen, skirting his hips, skating over his new scars lovingly, and up to his nipples. Dean’s skin hummed and tingled in the wake of his Dom’s touch, making him feel alive in ways nothing else could. A harsh intake of air followed Dean’s nipples being pinched roughly. Mmm, he loved his nipples being pinched.
Cas continued to rub his hands lightly over Dean’s torso, whispering praise and encouragements all the while. Cas slowly unbuttoned Dean’s shirt and let it slide down Dean’s arms, falling in a pile on the floor. Dean’s breath hitched when Cas’ hand roughly settled over his mostly hard cock. The change in intention was a stark contrast that heightened Dean’s senses.
Dean’s breath quickened when Cas snuck his hand under Dean’s waistband. As Cas started lazily stroking Dean’s cock, the sub let his head fall back to rest on his Dom’s shoulder. Light nibbles and kitten licks grazed Dean’s neck, words of filth and love following in their wake.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to wrap you in rope, see you swinging on my dick. I want to show everyone who you belong to, how beautiful you are.” Dean squirmed at the words; they were still difficult to hear, to believe, but he was able to force himself to listen. Progress, baby steps. “Your skin always looks so amazing with my marks. I want to see them for weeks this time.” All the while, Cas’ hand traveled up and down the length of Dean’s erection, squeezing as if to emphasize such words as ‘beautiful’, and ‘amazing’, ensuring that with every utterance Dean would associate intense physical pleasure with those words.
A fire began coiling its way around Dean’s groin, causing him to pant and moan Cas’ name. When he grabbed hold of both his Dom’s biceps, anchoring himself, Cas whispered in his ear, “Don’t forget, princess, you must ask permission.”
“I remember, Sir,” Dean responded, his voice thick and rough, mostly out of ingrained habit.
The longer Cas stroked Dean’s dick, still with long slow passes, the closer Dean got to coming and the more breathless he became. He tried to hold on as long as he could, to drag it out, but he finally had to give in and ask.
“Please, Sir, may I come?” he begged, voice barely above a whisper.
“Such a good boy for asking,” Cas replied softly against his ear, “but not just yet. We have a show to give, don’t we?” Dean knew Cas wasn’t looking for an answer, but he did whine at the loss of the hand stroking him. The fire slowly receded and his breathing began to return to normal. He was still hard as a rock, but now he could be more patient.
Cas gently tucked Dean back into his pants and kissed his neck. “Come, my beautiful kitten. Shall we tie you up? Hmm? Would you like that?” he asked teasingly.
“Fuck yes, Sir, please.”
“Then come with me,” Cas replied, leading Dean from the room. They walked together, holding hands, to the rope exhibition room Dean was so familiar with.
Dean surveyed the room with a wary eye, briefly flashing back to the last time he was tied in here. Shaking the feeling off, he followed his Dom down to the stage and allowed himself to be pushed into a kneeling position on a tatami mat. He put his hands on his thighs and lowered his head out of simple muscle memory. He concentrated on his breathing, centering himself with the exercises Pam taught him. He could hear the murmurs of people as they entered the room, but it was in the background, white noise.
Finally, he felt fingers running through his hair gently. Leaning into the touch, he let out a quiet moan of appreciation. He loved it when Cas touched him like this. Like he was precious, worthy of comfort and love. He always soaked up all he could, a small part of his psyche telling him it wouldn’t last. That part was getting smaller and smaller as the days went on, but again, work in progress.
Opening his eyes was a chore, but he was rewarded for his efforts by the sight of the most beautiful blue eyes he’s ever seen. Dean could get lost in those forever. He used the comforting sight to anchor himself, steeling his will for what was to come. He could do this. Cas was with him. Anything was possible as long as they were together.
Dean followed his Dom’s direction and moved to the opposite side of the stage, where he was situated in front of a full length stand mirror. He immediately lowered his eyes, still not very confident in himself.
“None of that, now, princess. I want the whole room to know just how beautiful you are,” Cas said as he stepped behind Dean. They were at an angle to the stage so that the other members could see them and Dean, if he moved his head slightly to the right, he could look at the audience. Reluctantly, he thought looking at himself in the mirror was the lesser of two evils.
Cas began moving his hands over Dean’s body, starting with his lower back, moving upward, over his shoulders and down his chest. He pinched Dean’s nipples on the way down, eliciting a low moan from the sub. “I have two rules, kitten. The first, you must not come before you have permission. The second, you have to keep your eyes open and on the mirror until I say otherwise. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Sir, I understand,” Dean stammered, lifting his gaze to the ornate mirror.
Castiel slowly and reverently removed Dean’s pants, gently prompting each foot to lift and step out of them. As he stood back up, he trailed his fingers lightly up the outside of Dean’s legs and wrapped around his torso in a tight hug from behind.
“You are so beautiful, did you know that?” Cas asked, snaking one hand down to Dean’s cock, petting through the short hairs on his way. Dean shivered at the sensation. Cas started to slowly stroke Dean’s aching hard cock, all the while talking to him. Under normal circumstances he’d probably be whispering in his sub’s ears, but Dean had a feeling he wanted the room to hear the exchange. He could feel his skin heat, blushing at the notion of everyone hearing such intimate conversation. Cas continued to stroke his cock, using his pre-come to ease the way.
“You are so strong.”
“You are kind.”
“You are loyal to a fault.”
“You are a talented artist.”
“You are loved by many.”
“You are compassionate.”
“You are sensitive and feel things so completely, and I love that about you.”
“You are the love of my life.”
Dean’s breath came is hitches as he neared his orgasm. His telltale whine clued Cas in, causing him to slow down.
“Not yet, beautiful. I have so much more in store for you,” Cas murmured in Dean’s ear while stroking his hand up Dean’s torso. Dean practically purred at the contact despite the loss of Cas’ hand on his cock. He loved feeling his Dom’s hands all over him.
Gentle hands prodded Dean to the center of the stage, fully facing the audience, then left him altogether. He didn’t have time to miss them, however, as they returned quickly. Dean heard the rope before he felt it, losing himself in the quiet sounds and tugging sensations as Cas put him in a tortoise shell harness with his arms in a simple box tie across his back. He could feel the harness being secured to the suspension rope, to give him more balance while Cas first tied one calf to thigh then the other in a futomomo. By this point his was swaying on the rope, horizontal to the ground. He let his head hang and floated, not closing his eyes but not focusing on anything in particular, either.
Warm fingers caressed his body, drawing indeterminant patterns on his back. He leaned into the touch as much as possible, given his current predicament, moaning his appreciation. A small gasp escaped when the fingers gently removed the plug, leaving him empty and wanting. Waiting. Waiting patiently for his Dom to take care of him, like he knew and trusted that Cas would. He was rewarded with slick fingers exploring his hole, testing how ready he was.
“Mmmmm, such a good boy, getting yourself ready for me like I asked,” Cas said as he replaced his fingers with a prostate massager. Dean recognized it as his favorite vibrating massager. It also happened to be remote controlled. As it was seated against his prostate, Dean moaned loudly when it suddenly started pulsating, making it feel as if electric currents were flowing through his body.
Dean was getting so lost in the new sensations that he missed his Dom swinging him around, until suddenly Cas’ cock was rubbing against his lips, leaving a trail of pre-come. This was something he knew, something he loved to do. He automatically opened his mouth wide and accepted the cock, eagerly licking and sucking, bobbing up and down, and sucking on Cas’ balls when they were shoved in his face instead. He moaned and leaned into Cas’ hand as it threaded gently through is hair. Dean’s cock steadily dripped pre-come as Cas gripped his head, holding it still while he fucked into Dean’s mouth aggressively. With his eyes streaming and throat fucked raw, Dean whined when Cas moved away. One of the Dom’s hands caressed lovingly along his cheek as he walked by, though, reassuring the sub that he was pleasing his Dom.
A moment later Dean’s perspective was changed as the ropes were pulled this way and that. Dean ended up mostly vertical again, with his arms and legs still bound. Oh, he liked this better. With the previous position, he could disconnect himself and just float and feel, he didn’t have to think or decide where to look. His desire was on hold and he was at the total mercy of his Dom. Not like he wasn’t all the time anyway, but still…
In this position, he was completely connected with his Dom. Looking directly at Cas, he was mesmerized by the bright blue staring into his soul. He took in the sight before him and sighed. Cas was coming closer, almost stalking him. The Dom was still wearing his cotton pants, but had lost the shirt somewhere along the way.
“Please,” Dean whispered as Cas’ fingers traced up his thighs.
“Please what, kitten? Is there something you want?” Cas asked playfully, tweaking a nipple and chuckling as Dean cried out in pleasure.
“You…need you, Sir. Please,” Dean begged, not really aware of his words.
“Oh, there are so many things I can give you, kitten. What exactly do you need from me?” Cas murmured in his ear as he leaned over Dean’s torso, wedging himself between Dean’s legs and grinding his clothed cock along Dean’s hole. That moved the prostate massager, causing Dean to gasp. When Dean didn’t answer, Cas used the remote to turn the massager up another notch.
“Please, Sir, need…cock…your cock…need to come. Please,” he groaned out, letting his head fall back in his frustration.
“Mmmm, kitten, you’ve been so good,” Cas replied, moving his hands along Dean’s body. “I think you deserve a reward. You want my cock, sweetheart?”
Dean could hear the slick sounds of lube and felt his cock twitch against his belly. “YES!” he cried out, stretching out against the ropes and using the slight sting of it to reign himself in, for what good it did. Dean was strung so tight he felt he would explode any minute. Cas removing the prostate massager very slowly while on the highest setting did not help.
“Well, far be it from me to deny you your reward, my love,” Cas said as he nudged at Dean’s hole with the head of his cock. He teased the head in and out a few times, ratcheting up the sheer want in Dean, who started babbling incoherently.
In one smooth push, Cas bottomed out and groaned along with Dean. Dean whined when Cas set a very slow, smooth pace.
“Please,” he gasped out breathlessly. “Oh, fuck, fuck, YES!” Dean cried out as Cas grabbed his hips, digging his fingers underneath the ropes and using them as handles to drive into Dean over and over, filling him over and over with his thick, hard cock.
“Dean,” Cas grunted out, “look at me. Look at me, kitten,” he repeated between pants. Dean sluggishly tugged his eyes up to meet his Dom’s as asked. “Good boy,” Cas cooed, “such a good boy. You may come anytime, princess, my love, my heart.”
At this last, combined with the look of absolute adoration in Cas’ eyes, Dean’s body tightened and strained against the ropes and he came in ribbons up his abdomen and chest. His hole clenched around Cas spasmodically, milking him as he continued to fuck Dean through his orgasm. Moments later, Dean felt a few quick hard thrusts and heard his name moaned out as Cas emptied into him.
Cas leaned down, resting his head on Dean’s chest while catching his breath. Eventually, Dean felt Cas’ tongue slowly cleaning him, licking up the come from his torso, all the while looking directly at Dean.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” Dean whispered. When Cas finished, he rewarded Dean with a deep, passionate kiss, tasting himself on his lover’s lips.
He let his head fall back and enjoyed the euphoria while Cas started undoing the ropes. Once he was lowered to the ground, he felt Cas settle behind him, felt warm arms surround him lovingly. Cas began to whisper praises and encouragements in his ear as knot after knot was loosened and untied. This time, the ropes sliding slowly against his skin sung those praises. It was as if the ropes were talking to him, reaffirming the words floating by his ear.
Dean let himself go, let himself get lost in the fog of sub-space, trusting his Dom to take care of him. After awhile, he couldn’t say how long, he felt something cold press against his lips. Coming closer to awareness, he drank the water that Cas was encouraging him to swallow. Dean ate the chocolate bar, fed to him by hand in small pieces, slowly but steadily. As he slowly crept out of the fog, he found himself laying in the bed in Cas’ private room at the club, with the Dom wrapped around him and drawing lazy, soothing figures on his back.
“Hello, Dean, welcome back,” Cas said quietly, placing a chaste kiss to Dean’s temple. “How are you feeling?”
Dean hummed, taking stock, moving this way and that. He was sore, but in a good way. No injuries, though there were sure to be some awesome marks on his skin come morning. “Hmm, ‘m good, Cas,” he replied, clearing his throat. “Throat’s a bit rough, but otherwise I’m fucking awesome.” He turned his head and nuzzled into Cas’ neck, totally ready for his post-scene cuddling.
Cas chuckled and settled in with Dean, wrapping his arms around his sub. “How long do we have?” Dean asked, wanting to know roughly when he had to move again.
“As long as you’ll have me, my love, then we have forever,” Cas murmured into Dean’s hair sleepily.
“Cas?” Dean said quietly.
“Yes, Dean?” God, Dean loved it when Cas said his name.
“You’re a sap,” he replied before drifting off.
Dean has never looked forward to forever before this moment.