Finish Me

Eight

Chapter Eight

Dean grabbed the sheet and held on tight as Cas's hand came back down for the third time. He knew he had a small pain kink, but this was the best feeling laying across Cas's legs, his arm holding him in place as he alternated smacking Dean's ass cheeks. He moaned as Cas rubbed his butt after each hit.

"Such a good boy," Cas mumbled as he rubbed the abused flesh.

"Thank you, Sir," Dean replied, a smile in his voice.

"You like being spanked?" Cas questioned, bringing his hand down again.

Dean moaned his response, making Cas chuckled, "I'll take that as a yes," he said, admiring the red handprints.

He had never felt this way with anyone but Cas, the bliss the deep subspace he could feel himself falling into as Cas rubbed his cheeks; Dean was hard, trying not to find the friction he so desperately wanted. He felt Cas shift under him, knowing that Cas was getting a bit turned on. He hoped that Cas wouldn't end it just yet. He wanted to feel his cock inside of him, splitting him in half in the most delicious way possible.

Dean jumped slightly when he felt Cas' finger rub around his hole; he couldn't help the lewd sound that escaped his mouth when the digit pressed slightly deeper inside, slow and steady. Cas know all the ways to make his body tick, he swore as Cas added a second finger and more lube. Dean didn't even know where the lube came from. In truth, he didn't care; he didn't want Cas to stop touching him.

Dean whimpered a bit when Cas told him to move, a small chuck and some reassurance that they were far from done. He moved onto all fours waiting patiently for Cas to get undressed. He could hear the rustling of fabric as he closed his eyes. The scent of the laundry soap filled his nose as he relaxed; the coolness of the lube was refreshing as his body started to heat up with lust. He wiggled his butt, enticing Cas to hurry up.

"Patience," the Dom growled, pushing himself into the waiting hole.

Dean let out a sigh as Cas set a steady pace. A well-placed smack had him on the verge of cumming; this was incredible. The floating feeling with each one of Cas' thrust the grunts and moans filled the room, Cas praising Dean telling him what a good Sub he was and how he was so perfect.

"I'm, I'm gonna," Dean bit out.

"Cum for me," Cas said, thrusting faster, reaching around and grabbing Dean's cock, sliding his hand up and down.

It didn't take too long for both men to cum; Deann sighed with contentment when he felt the warmth of Cas' cum slipping out of him.

"Good boy, you with me?" Cas asked, kissing Dean's face.

"Mm, felt amazing," Dean mumbled.

"We will talk when you wake up," Cas said, kissing Dean one more time before covering him with a blanket before heading to the bathroom.

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Dean looked up at the jumbo jet and shuddered; the fear was starting to creep in being stuck in the air thousands of feet above the ground. No escape if anything should happen. His heart rate picking up the closer they got to their gate.

"Breathe, there is nothing to worry about," Cas said, handing their boarding passes to the flight attendant.

"Yeah, right," Dean mumbled, following his Dom onto the plan.

Cas loaded their carry-ons into the overhead compartments as Dean took his seat by the window, quickly closing the screen. The other man took his hand, kissing the back of it. Dean attempted to relax; there was plenty of legroom. He closed his eyes and hummed.