My Angel: A Destiel Fanfiction

Chapter Four: You Shook Me All Night Long

I barely got the door unlocked before Cas started tearing at my clothes, he'd lost his trench coat and jacket before we'd left Baby. Pretty much the whole time we were booking the room there were little seductive smirks here, sexy lip bites there and the occasional ass grab on my part.

Now here we were in the small kitchen of the 60s style hotel room; the wallpaper an eyesore any other day, but today I was too preoccupied to notice. Our lips part and we are both catching our breaths when Cas rips off my belt while I'm simultaneously unbuttoning his trousers.

"Dean," he interrupts with a breathy whisper, "you don't have to do this if you don't want to," staring up into my green eyes with his big glowing blue orbs.

"Cas, I want to...i-if you still want to," I say sincerely meeting my gaze with his and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, all trace of my typical flirtatious persona gone.

I make my way over to the king sized mattress in my boxers and plonk down in the middle of it; patting my hand on the spot next to me, "Come and lay with me Cas," I whisper to the angel. He cautiously makes his way over and sits on the edge awkwardly.

"I must confess, Dean: I have no idea what I am doing,"

"Don't worry, Cas, I'll take care of you," I add a wink and a flash of a flirtatious smile for effect. I pull him over by that blue tie I love so much and push his back to the mattress crashing our lips together. Surprised by this, the angel lets out a moan.

I move my fingers quickly over the buttons on his crisp white shirt - ripping it off in a flash - while I ask entrance into his mouth with my tongue. Then his underwear is gone and all that is left is that blue tie.

"What about this, Dean?" he enquires tilting his head.

"That? Leave that on," my voice full of lust. I begin to kiss down his neck to his collar bone, in that sweet spot I know he loves. This brings out a low moan of: "Dean," which makes me venture down to his stomach.

Once I make my way down to his hard member, he moans a laboured: "Please, Dean." I gladly oblige and take it into my mouth. The angel grabs my sandy blonde hair while I'm bringing him to his peak, my own member hardening in my restricting briefs. Surprisingly, for a guy who has never been with another dude, I must say, I'm doing fricken well!

I can tell that he's getting close because he keeps switching between English and Enochian, the gist of what he is saying is: "Dean, don't, don't stop," I don't think it will be any time soon, I'm making this feathery assed, self-righteous son-of-a-bitch mine.

I moan around his heavenly member and that's all it takes to push him over the edge. I let his dick go with a pop and he drags me back up to his face for a passionate kiss so that I'm straddling him. He looks at me through his eyelashes, eyes dark with lust and says in a growl:
"Now let's do something about yours,"

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That was the most intense sex I have ever had in my whole entire life! Normally after I sleep with someone I tell them to leave or leave myself; but I wanted him to stay and I wanted to stay with him. We mainly just talked about nothing or cuddled with a few pecks on the lips here and there. It was literally 'chick flick' material from the movies.

"Mnnh," I open my eyes, stretching out with a yawn, to be greeted with the dawn of a new day and a killer of a hangover. "Damn, how much did I drink?"

"Dean?" A small voice cuts the silence. I look down at my chest to see a blue-eyed angel peering at me from under the covers.

"What's wrong, Cas?" I question in genuine concern.

"My head is extremely sore. Make it stop." He closes his eyes and sighs. I chuckle at his innocence and obliviousness.

"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah?"

"You know what I said before? I stand corrected,"

"Mmm, what's that?" I ask placing a kiss on the top of his black bed head.

"Not only do I serve Heaven, but now I serve you," he finished with a triumphant smirk, while I'm left a laughing and blushing mess.