Fathered By A Vampire- Part 1: The Vampire Child Series

Chapter 48- Best Way To Wake Up

WARNING: Sexual Content; Smut; Overstimulation/Orgasm Denial; Light BDSM

Dean rolled over in bed, hearing his alarm going off. He grumbled as his hand searched blindly for the noise maker. Then he found his phone and grabbed it. Dean squinted his eyes from the light briefly blinding him. He turned off the alarm and sat up.

"Dean..."

He looked over to see Castiel next to him. From the looks of it, he didn't have a shirt on which likely meant the rest of his clothes were missing as well. Did Klaus and him have sex last night or something? Dean must've been pretty damn exhausted if he missed that.

"Morning, sunshine. How long were you here," Dean asked, leaning over to kiss his lips.

"All night," Castiel said, sitting up.

"Klaus and Lucien?"

"Already up. I was simply waiting for you. It seems your body is starting to require less rest after your hunts," Castiel noticed.

"It could just be the bed. Remind me to tell Klaus that I'm in love with his. I've never slept on something so comfortable before," Dean said, tempted to lay back down.

Dean reluctantly got up to get dressed. Once he turned around, he got the answer of Castiel being fully naked. Dean let his eyes travel down Castiel's body. It was Jimmy's vessel but it had its perks either way. He lingered on his groin. It hung loosely between his legs as Castiel gathered his clothes off of the ground.

"Dean, are you okay," Castiel asked, feeling his eyes staring his way.

"What? Yeah. I'm fine. Just... Uh..."

Dean looked up as Castiel walked over to him. He remained still as his hand found Dean's waist and pulled him in. His lips pressed against his before moving down to his collarbone. His teeth grazed his skin, gently biting down and making Dean moan.

Dean wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow he found himself back in bed with Castiel hovering over him. His blue eyes danced over Dean as if he was debating what part of him he wanted first. Dean tried to reach up and pull him back into another kiss but found himself unable to move.

"Bondage," Dean asked, breathless at the thought of Castiel being in control.

"I can release you if you desire," Castiel offered.

"No. Do what you want," Dean said, giving him the okay to continue.

Castiel placed a hand on his chest, tracing his fingers over every scar, curve, and bump he could find. He stopped at his nipples for a moment, pushing against them and watching Dean's eyes flutter close at his touch. But he moved on too quickly for Dean to truly enjoy the moment. His fingers moved downwards, outlining his stomach. Finally he got to the upright cock, waiting impatiently for his attention.

His fingers lightly flickered over the tip, making Dean gasp. He was barely even touching him. Every brush of his fingertips left Dean silently begging for more. Then Castiel rolled his fingers over his tip, feeling the slickness of Dean's preejaculation.

"Fuck," Dean whispered, wanting desperately to roll his hips but unable to.

Castiel leaned in, pressing two kisses to his lips before abruptly grasping him in his hand. Dean gasped sharply at the contact.

"Do you know what happens when the human body completely surrenders to sexual stimulation," Castiel asked, stroking him slowly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy fuck... Cas," Dean whimpered, overwhelmed by the pleasure rushing through him.

"Every touch becomes magnified. Your pleasure seems to slow down and speed up at the same time. It's as if you can feel me everywhere," Castiel said, "Some would describe it as having your soul touched by an angel. Ironic, don't you agree, Dean?"

Dean couldn't even answer him. He doesn't know what's happening to him. Was Castiel making him feel this way? Having sex has never been this passionate before.

"Can't speak?"

Dean felt the heat in his groin increasing. He was about to cum. He needed to cum so bad. He flinched when he felt Castiel placed his thumb over the slit on his tip.

"Not yet. Hold that feeling," Castiel said.

Dean obeyed. He held the feeling as his strokes became more intense, as Castiel left marks on his skin, as he felt his grace flicking over his nipples. He tried so hard, but of course, he was unsuccessful. His cum shot out, dribbling over his stomach and onto Castiel's hand.

"Now what shall we do about the mess you've made," Castiel asked, wiping up the cum from his pelvis, "I suppose the only logical thing would be to put it back in."

"Castiel," Dean panted.

Dean was turned on his hands and knees with his ass exposed in the air. He couldn't see what Castiel was doing. He couldn't turn around. But he could feel two of his fingers sliding inside of him while using his cum to smoothen the entry. His fingers stroked him twice before hooking far enough to pleasure his prostrate.

"Oh, Cas," Dean whispered, more cum dribbling onto Klaus's sheets.

He continued pressing it, enjoying the way Dean fell apart for him. He could feel him clench around his fingers while he attempted to push against him and move away from him at the same time. Like Dean couldn't tell if he wanted to escape the pleasure or wanted more of it.

Dean was close. He was about to ejaculate again. He could feel the ecstasy drowning out any reasoning and self-respect he had left in him. He nearly complained when he felt Castiel remove his fingers from him, but his annoyance was short-lived when he felt him thrust his cock inside of him.

"Relax," Castiel ordered.

Dean relaxed around him.

"Good. So obedient."

A shiver rushed through his spine at the praise. His eyes rolled back as he began rolling his hips back and forth, sliding his cock through him. It didn't take long for Dean to cum undone again. Castiel must've released him since he was shaking from the bliss wracking through his body.

Castiel reached between his thighs, wiping up a trail of cum. He restored his drive and energy. Dean tensed up as he was moved on his back, and Castiel lifted him on his lap. He could feel the heat overflow his cheeks from their close proximity. He mindlessly wrapped his hands over his shoulders.

"Another round," Dean asked.

"It's been so long since I've had you alone like this," Castiel said softly, leaning in to speak into his lips, "If it's too much you can tell me. I'll stop. I need you, Dean."

I love you, Dean.

"Yeah... I need you too," Dean whispered.

I love you too.