Uncle Cas

Now I'm paralyzed

Now I'm paralyzed

"Hurry Balthy." Castiel moaned as the other man teased his quivering hole with just the tip of his finger.

Balthazar chuckled. "Aren't you eager Cassie?" he teased even as he complied and all but shoved his finger almost all the way in.

Castiel didn't bother answering, couldn't even if he had had a snarky retort at hand. Instead he just arched his back, canting his hips up for better access and groaned against the couch's armrest.

Balthazar made a noise at the back of his throat and sped up a little. Castiel smirked. He knew what a sight he presented, sitting on all fours on his couch, his face pressed down and his ass in the air, wriggling willingly. He was achingly hard but the position didn't give him much leverage for him to reach down and stroke himself. Probably for the best, he thought as Balthazar added another finger and started scissoring. It had been too long since he had had sex, as evident by the wanton way he had thrown himself at his friend, their clothes scattered around the living room. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom, something he supposed he should be ashamed of. But he wasn't, not in the least. He was over thirty and yet here he was, moaning like a two-dollar whore and loving it.

And judging by the sounds coming from his fuck buddy the man enjoyed himself as well. Castiel had always been rather vocal and he knew it wasn't very appreciated by other men but Balthy didn't seem to mind. Castiel supposed his voice was too gruff for men pretending to not like other men but he didn't have to hide himself now, Balthazar clearly knew what he liked and Castiel liked that too. John had also always loved Castiel's voice.

The thought made Castiel bow his head. Not now, he thought, pained. Now was not the time to be thinking about John. That kiss had been over four years ago. Castiel tried to shift his mind and unbid thoughts of Dean arching his back at him in the shower came floating up. That had been over a year ago and it had never happened again but Castiel couldn't let it go. For the life of him, he couldn't let go.

"Enough!" he growled when Balthazar grazed his prostate, making his dick jump. Castiel had to let go and grip his dick tight around the base when the other man didn't comply but instead pressed at it again. It didn't stop him from leaking though and little driblets drooled down on his couch, probably staining it. He didn't care. "Enough Balthy." He whimpered and felt the other man actually shudder.

"You want it Cassie?" Balthazar murmured against his neck and Castiel could do nothing but moan. "You're such a good slut for me, hmm?" He could feel Balthazar slicking himself up and with a small nod he let go of his dick to steady himself against the armrest again.

Balthazar gripped his hips tight and pressed his upper body down lower.

"What a sight Cas." He sighed and nudged Castiel's opening with the blunt head of his dick.

"B-balthy." Castiel begged and was rewarded by Balthazar pressing in.

"I got you."

The pressure was immense, it was blinding and it was perfect. He probably wasn't as prepared as he should've been, but he didn't care. Little dots were dancing against his closed eyelids and Castiel sighed contentedly.

"Move." He demanded and dammit if Balthazar didn't comply.

The whole couch shook with the force of the thrusts and Castiel couldn't have contained his moans even if he had wanted to. His own dick bounced with the thrusts, slapping against his stomach and whatever little friction that created was wonderful.

Then Balthazar angled his thrusts and grazed Castiel's prostate again.

"F-fuck." Castiel bit out and Balthazar chuckled again.