Touch Me Deeply - Destiel

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This hot guy was only inches away, and Castiel looked down. Something like a dowsing rod was pointing at him between their bellies. Grinning, Dean flexed his muscles to make his cock bob up and down.

For hours Cas had wondered how it would taste and wanted it too, even though he was a bit jittery before the first time. What if Dean didn't like it? What if he was so clumsy and got laughed at? That was only to be found out if he tried. So he gathered all his courage and got down in front of the Adonis-like image of a man.

It all felt so unreal. But the difference between dream and reality was mainly the small details: The fine, sun-bleached body hair, barely visible to the naked eye, or the play of muscles that danced under his flawless skin with every movement, invited to be stroked, kissed, and tasted.

Cas' lips settled on his stomach, which felt softer than his own. He enjoyed feeling it rise and fall with Dean's breathing. With the tip of his nose and lips, he followed the line that ran in the middle of Dean's stomach from the breastbone to the navel and further down. His hands settled on his partner's butt; he tongued his inner thighs and his scrotum and slid further up before swallowing all the glory in his mouth. It was a very subtle taste, almost masked by shower balm that tickled his taste buds.

Sometimes playing with lips and tongue, and sometimes sliding that beautiful big circumcised cock so deep in his mouth that his nose touched the curly pubic hair while moving his head and sucking. He was panting, wheezing, gagging, and slurping every now and then, and the noises made him a little embarrassed. On the other hand, it could be heard how much his friend enjoyed it, which filled Castiel with pride. He did this until a bitter-salty-sweet drop could be tasted on his tongue.

"Cas, Cas, fuck, Cas ..." Dean's words came like a mantra, and the need in his voice would've been embarrassing, but he was so rational that embarrassment had no place. He just dropped because life was too short for morals.

All that could be heard for a while was the smacking sound of saliva, occasional moans, and Dean's pleasurable breaths. Cas' first blowjob was pleasant and emotional and not expected. The younger man closed his eyes, stroking his hair and back, enjoying the moist warmth caressing his cock.

Eventually, Dean reached under his friend's armpits and exerted gentle pressure.

"Come back up to me."

"Did I do something wrong?"

Big eyes looked at him doubtfully, but Dean just shook his head with an amused snort. Whether he'd done something wrong?

"Holy shit, no! You're a frigging natural. But I might have lost control if you'd continued, and we still have so much to do ..."

With a promising wink, he pushed Cas onto the bed, who landed bouncing on his back.

Dean crawled along this wonderfully warm body like a big cat and involved Cas in a tongue fight that made him drunk. He thoroughly enjoyed it and licked over his spiky chin, larynx, and nipples.

Castiel had his fingers dug into the short hair on the back of his head and was kneading absently while his sensitive nipples were tongued and sucked. On the sidelines, he asked himself how often he'd dreamed of this moment.

The journey continued over the belly to the navel dimple. Suddenly a twitch and giggles ...

So Cas was ticklish. Dean smirked. His lips slid lower to the dark pubic hair, approached the full, heavy cock, and played with his tongue on the foreskin.

Castiel scratched his friend's head with both hands, now and then absentmindedly pushing it deeper into his crotch.

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