Touch Me Deeply - Destiel

6

"Fuck me!"

"..."

"Dean ... I never have..."

Was it stupid now that he'd said that? A somewhat uneasy feeling spread in his stomach area because Dean said nothing.

The younger man said nothing because he couldn't think probably and, with the best will in the world, couldn't imagine that Cas was such a natural talent. Of course, he'd have imagined a more pleasant atmosphere in a bed for Cas' first time, but he couldn't and didn't want to wait any longer.

"I'll show you," Dean breathed but still had the decency to want to do it properly. Ten minutes more or less didn't matter anymore.

He got up with a jerk and put both hands on Cas' cheeks. Once again, green met blue; once again, Dean wondered how this mouth would taste.

Cas had kissed but never a man. But that was also a long time ago.

Quickly, Dean wet his lips; his mouth was dry as the desert.

Castiel's eyes closed with a moan of anticipation as the last piece was bridged and soft lips met. The grip on Dean's short hair increased, and the kisses became hungrier and greedy.

One last step, and he felt the older man very close to his body. But that wasn't enough. He wanted him naked ... yet. The belt of these white work pants, the button, and the zipper were opened with slightly trembling fingers. Cas did the rest, including socks.

Impatiently, Dean tugged at the dark blue t-shirt but didn't have to wait for long. Castiel in white boxers, looking so innocent against his tanned skin, a wet spot on the front.

"Away with it!"

What Cas looked like underneath was nothing new, but the muscular torso with a small, dark island of curly chest hair and a thin line of fur down from the navel was a revelation and so fucking sexy. Well-developed abs, prominent hipbones, strong thighs with dark hair. Plus, this amazing cock.

God be with me ...

With mixed feelings, he watched Dean, who looked him over from top to bottom. Did he like what he saw?

With an appreciative smirk, his hand slid over the stubbly surface of Castiel's jaw before his teeth scraped over it and this sandpaper feeling not only left him tingling. And damn it, Dean hadn't thought he could get any harder, but now it almost hurt.

Again the two bodies nestled together, this time with nothing in between – smooth, bare skin and hard muscles.

The older man grew braver, confidently sucking Dean's tongue into his mouth, twirling his own, and it felt so good.

But then the dark-haired man was pushed onto the treatment couch, and while Cas was still thinking that it would collapse under the weight of two grown men, he almost choked on his saliva the next moment because he hadn't expected that ...

"Dean ..."

All he could utter was a low, long moan before his head fell back, as did his eyes.

...

Those muscular thighs were so sexy, and Dean wanted to bury his teeth in them before making his way up to his cock, but he postponed that endeavor until another time as he couldn't wait any longer and just wanted to get Cas ready quickly.

It had been ages and three days since his last blow job, and to be honest, no woman had done it with as much passion as this young man with the soft hands and this divine mouth! Wet, warm, and wonderful ... but unfortunately, much too short.

There was a comfortable couch in the waiting room, but Dean had the decency to ask if that would be okay. Otherwise, the two of them would just have made themselves comfortable on the thin mattress on the floor.