Touch Me Deeply - Destiel

7

Instead, he saw Dean reach for the shower head, turn the water back on, and a moment later, it got wet and warm against his skin. The two were still full of foam that was now carefully washed off. Castiel turned and blinked a few times before the two joined in a passionate kiss as the water trickled down from above.

A little had already changed, but Dean thought his friend was still pretty uptight. So he provoked again, grabbed the shower head, and very carefully started washing his own ass while making pleasurable noises.

Yes, it made Castiel hot, but it also looked a bit awkward how Dean moved in the shower.

"Need a hand?"

Dean willingly pushed the shower head into his hand and turned around, sticking his ass out.

Suddenly a gasp.

"For making me hot and then stopping," Castiel grinned, who'd turned it, and now a full jet of lukewarm water was hitting his asshole.

"Son of a bitch!"

The shower head fell to the ground, and Dean went on the attack again, pushed his tongue down Cas' throat, and pressed his body against the cold wall.

...

"Turn around!"

A questioning look followed, but there was no answer.

Dean got on his knees and now had this gorgeous ass in front of his nose. Before Cas could start another question, gentle hands were felt, the cheeks were pulled apart, and then his heart stopped for a beat ... or five.

The younger man had started caressing his butt.

Arriving at the wrinkled hole, his tongue began to work. Sometimes it dipped in slightly, and then it just licked flat.

Castiel wanted this intense feeling never to end, no matter where he felt that tongue on his body. He enjoyed it so much, moaning repeatedly and finding no footing on the wall – spots dancing behind his closed eyelids.

This tongue penetrated deeper and deeper, and he could've screamed out loud with pleasure, but it became an ever louder whimper. Suddenly a grin, which Castiel also felt.

"What is?"

"Just had to remember that before sex, I always asked my partners out for a drink."

Now it was Castiel who had to grin and turned around to pull Dean back to his feet.

"Let's get out of here," he breathed against his lips. "But first, we have to clean up."

The dark blond man nodded, got up with an effort, and said with a pained look to need another massage afterward.

"Get out!" Castiel giggled and slapped his bare ass.

"And don't forget the coffee maker!"

It was only supposed to be a drink or two, but in the end, each of the two had eaten a whole pizza, a dessert, and two cocktails. There had to be some truth to the saying that sex made hungry ...

"And now?"

It was Friday night, but the two men felt too old for disco and too young to go to sleep. Basically, they didn't want to separate either.

"Where do you live?"

Cas shook his head and pushed around.

"... I'm staying with my sister and family temporarily. And ..."

What would they think if he came home with a man? Nobody knew about it ...

"It's okay, just teasing," the younger man grinned and patted his shoulder. "We're gonna my place. It's just about half an hour's walk."