Uncle Cas

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They crashed up against the wall beside the bedroom door, Castiel furiously working the zipper on Dean's jeans. They were both rock hard and Castiel found it increasingly difficult to breathe but Dean was swallowing his pants and pressing close, making Castiel so dizzy with arousal that nothing else seemed to matter.

"Cas." Dean moaned and cupped Castiel's jaw. "I need you so bad."

"I know." Castiel soothed and finally managed to pull Dean out of the confining jeans. The man's dick was straining and leaking, looking almost painful but the sounds Dean was making as he started stroking him were like nothing of this world. Deep and rich and Dean was fucking trembling in Castiel's hands. "I know love." He said and bent down to nip Dean's neck. "But we don't have time, I was just leaving. We should leave." Dean tasted like honey and he was bucking hard. Castiel resorted to rubbing himself against Dean's leg to get at least some of the friction off. "You shouldn't have come here today, you should have gone straight to the house after school, we're having dinner and we're late and..."

His arguments fell short when Dean grabbed his hair to pull him up for a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled and Dean licked the fucking roof of his mouth before snarling possessively.

"I know." He emphasized. "But I've been in class all day, thinking of nothing but you. I was in the bathroom at lunch, jerking off to that picture I have on my phone but it wasn't fucking enough Cas. I need to be inside of you."

Castiel's knees buckled at the mention of Dean doing that. Fuck, this man was going to be the death of him.

"Get on the bed." He growled and proceeded to haul Dean over to it when the man wasn't fast enough to comply.

Dean had the courtesy of flinging his own jeans off when Castiel took a moment to relieve himself of his own, to ease the pressure if nothing else. Shit, Dean was pinching his boxers and looking questioningly at him, it was almost too much.

He climbed onto the bed and slapped Dean's hands away. Wasting no time, he pulled the underwear down just enough to spring Dean's hard-on and balls free and then he bent down to swallow the leaking erection in one stroke.

"Fucking hell!" Dean bucked up sharply and Castiel let him.

He snaked his tongue along the hard length and took extra time to suck hard at the head on every upstroke. Dean tasted amazing, it was something Castiel couldn't get enough of and combined with the needy whimpering it made for something straight out of Castiel's wet dreams.

Dean's hips were jerking in little circles and Castiel could tell that he was trying to restrain himself. Castiel didn't like it one bit. He wanted to be Dean's to mark, to use and he wanted Dean to know. 

He stopped suddenly, his mouth hovering just out of reach for Dean's trembling dick and Dean looked at him like he was insane.

"Cas." He all but whined and Castiel smirked at him. "Cas, what are you doing? I-I need you..."

Castiel looked up, his gaze darkened with arousal and Dean's breath hitched.

"Want me to continue sucking you?" he asked, his voice rough and Dean couldn't nod fast enough. He licked his lips, his tongue barely touching the head of Dean's dick. His own dick leaked at the sight before him and he took one of Dean's hands in his and put it on top of his head. Make me. He rumbled out and Dean's eyes rounded in surprise. "You wanted to fuck me Dean." He reminded the man. "So fuck me." Dean's head flung back when he arched his back.

"Jesus." He moaned and gripped Castiel's hair tight before forcing his dick up into the welcoming heat.

The feeling was indescribable. Dean was gripping his hair in one hand and his shoulder in the other, holding him still as he used his mouth unashamedly, snapping faster and faster. Castiel was trying to keep up with his tongue as best he could and when he reached down to fondly Dean's balls with one hand he heard Dean's pants becoming ragged.

Castiel's own dick was trapped between him and the bed and he had started unconsciously humping the bed, desperately seeking that friction and managing to pry himself half-way free from his boxers.

"C-Cas." Dean was babbling as his orgasm came closer. He usually did and Castiel loved it. "Looking so fucking perfect, your lips around me. Shit, I need you so bad." His words were getting jarred and hard to make out but Castiel heard him clear as day and he doubled his efforts.

Dean was done for when he swallowed around the head of the dick, buried deep in his throat. With a strangled cry Dean emptied himself and forcefully held Castiel down as he did. Castiel's body shook with the need for release as Dean moaned his name again and again but the bed was proving horribly insufficient.

Dean popped out of his mouth with a sound that went straight to Castiel's dick and he couldn't wait any longer. He steadied himself on one hand, face still buried against Dean's softening cock, and reach down with his other hand to finally touch himself.

The relief made him sob brokenly but it was short-lived. Dean startled him by hooking his hands in Castiel's armpits and hauling him up the bed, to come face to face with a blissed out-looking Dean.

"D-Dean." He stuttered when his erection brushed against Dean's hips, making him buck down hard. He knew Dean was strong but Castiel was by no means a little guy, to be manhandled like that it was... fuck, it was exhilarating.

"So amazing Cas." Dean mumbled against his mouth and reached down a hand to fist Castiel's leaking dick. He cried out and Dean set a steady pace, kissing his jaw at the same time. "My perfect little angel. Gonna come for me?"

Castiel wanted to answer but he could hardly breathe. Dean had just held him down and fucked his mouth and then he had tossed him around like it was nothing. Shit, Castiel was loving every second of it.

"You look so beautiful when you come Cas." Dean was mumbling as Castiel fucked his fist. "So beautiful for me. Only me." He bit down on Castiel's neck and Castiel was done for. His back arched sharply as his hips snapped down one last time, his release splattering all over Dean's tee as he cried his assent to Dean's possessiveness.

Dean barely let him come down from his high before he pulled him in for a tender kiss, deep and full of promises.

"I ruined your clothes." He mumbled unintelligently and Dean chuckled against his mouth.

"I'll just put on my gym shirt."

"Won't that be sweaty from class?" Not that Dean sweaty was something bad...

Dean hugged him tighter. "Didn't go to class, had to jack off again." He sniffed Castiel's hair when Castiel's breath hitched. "You don't realize what you do to me, do you?" he asked, amused, and Castiel buried his face against his chest.

"I'm starting to." He mumbled with a smile he was sure Dean could feel against his skin.