Touch Me Deeply - Destiel

9

Cas' fingers traced the countless laugh lines around his friend's eyes, over his nose to his lips. A picture was quickly snapped in his mind.

"Your lips ... hot," he whispered, leaning in to place a kiss on them.

In return, Dean ran his hand over the older man's arm to his shoulder and further up to the back of his head, which was being scratched tenderly. The half-parted lips met again, the tongues sparked wild plays, and the bodies slid closer. The arousal increased again.

Now it was Cas, half lying on top of Dean, sliding his pelvis up and rubbing his cock over that of the man beneath him, up the stomach while the foreskin pushed back.

A trembling exhale when Dean felt the heavy balls on his cock, the goosebumps on his arms followed while slipping down, because his cock straightened up again on Cas' perineum, the glans slid over the entrance. The two heated bodies rubbed lasciviously against each other; hot, arousing sounds filled the small room.

"Oh ..."

Dean's finger was back, sliding up and down, igniting feelings that made Castiel dizzy.

"More ..." he breathed.

Inside, Castiel was almost shocked at this hunger, how hot he was for Dean to fuck him, and his hips jerked, swayed, and pushed ... urging him to keep going. The sexual intoxication had taken him completely.

"More?" Dean asked in a teasing tone. Cas had to tell him what he wanted.

The younger man had noticed that it took a little effort for his friend to talk about his sexual desires.

"Tell me what you want ..."

...

Cas was so innocent and damn sexy. But if he's going to stand alongside him, the older man needn't be ashamed or embarrassed; he had to deal with this issue. One could talk to Dean about anything and try it out. In addition, the two men had long since crossed the taboo zone.

With his hand on Cas' cheek and a deep look into his blue eyes, Dean tried to explain.

"If you want me to massage your prostate until you roll your eyes, tell me. Tell me if you want me to stick my tongue all the way in your ass. Tell me if you want me to suck you until your legs give way. I'm also open to BDSM to a certain extent. If you want me to fuck you until you scream, just say so."

It made Castiel even hornier to hear Dean talk about these things so freely, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and yes, he knew it himself because it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Fuck me ..." the dark-haired man said firmly, their eyes locked.

Those words hit like a damn firework. With a passionate, wild kiss, Dean turned to Cas before asking again if he really wanted that. Naturally! There was no other person with whom he could otherwise imagine his first time.

...

Dean knew from experience the trust one put in the first man to take virginity; how magical, meaningful, and powerful that moment was. It was a big and drastic decision, and no one who made it was ever the same again.

Being first was a privilege and a vote of confidence. Dean was fully aware of his responsibility and would do anything to live up to it. It was up to him to make Cas' first time an unforgettable experience that every virgin, male or female, damn well deserved.

Although Castiel would've liked to see Dean doing it, he nodded at the suggestion to get on all fours in front of him, as it would be easier the first time.

"You're so fucking hot ..."

It looked as fun as it was tempting to watch this handsome man in the waiting position. After a short pause, Dean had a surprise for the man who was so deep in thought and didn't notice anything until ...