spn smut ? but not the whole time yk

𖤐destiel {smut}𖤐

"Ah, ah-" Castiel shuddered and gripped the kitchen countertop. He tried whispering, knowing very well that Sam or Bobby would hear their shenanigans. "Oh sorry, sorry cas." The latter muttered softly. He didn't want to hurt the Angel. And truth be told, he was worried that he was doing this wrong. "This okay?" He asked. Castiel nodded. "Fine, dean. I'm fine." He said. Dean raised his brows and wrapped his arms around Castiel. Then rested his head on the man's shoulder. "Guess we know who's really junkless now, huh?"

"Dean." Castiel warned. "Sorry, only kidding." He wasn't. "Just hurry up. Somebody could come downstairs and see us." Castiel whispered begrudgingly. Dean snorted. "Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Castiel rolled his eyes to which Dean couldn't see. "No, but you would." Cas retorted. Dean nestled into the angel's neck and kissed it. He wasn't one for kissing, but he knew Castiel enjoyed them. He had told Dean so himself. And rather showed him. Which spoke for the various hickeys along the man's body unclothed.

"Stop playing around, Winchester." Dean stood upright. "Alright, alright. You mean business, I get it." He teased and slowly thrusted into Castiel. The angel stuttered out an, "Oh fuck" It made the man grin. 

"Dean, please." Castiel couldn't take it anymore. He didn't feel how humans felt when engaging in sexual activities. "Faster, please. I can assure you, you wont hurt me." Dean tilted his head to the side in a nod and grabbed hold of the angel's waist. Castiel's cheeks burned to a crimson. He liked this. His head ducked down into his arms and groaned at the feeling of Dean sliding in and out of him at a good pace. His jaw slacked and he lifted his head. "Dean" He cursed and gestured the man forward. Dean leaned toward him and Castiel turned his head to press a kiss against the latter's lips. Dean's brows rose and he melted into the angels touch. He really liked this. Fuck, angels knew how to get it on.

'after??'
'jkkkk'

Castiel felt Dean slip out of him and he turned to wrap his arms around Dean's neck. Dean, whilst occupied with Castiel's mouth, lifted the man to sit against the counter. He slid back into Castiel and they both let out a synced groan. They half grin, half sigh at this, but when Dean starts moving again, Castiel lets his head loll back and moans. His eyes are half lidded but he can see himself in the reflection of the window behind him. His hair was sweaty and matted against his forehead. He groaned and lifted his hips in sync with Dean's thrusts. "Ah fuck." Dean groaned. He was getting close and his hands on Castiel's waist could prove it. His knuckles were whitened and he was panting. "Cas" The angel sat forward and began leaving kisses all over Dean's cheeks, jaw, and neck. He was enjoying this more than he thought he would've. "Ah, dean." 

"Fuck. I'm close." Dean whispered. Castiel wove his hands through Dean's hair and captured the man's lips just as he came. His hips stilled against Cas and they both moan at the feeling of release. 
Castiel moves a hand toward the counter to hold himself up and Dean leans down with him. A few dishes clatter. Their eyes widen as they watch a cup fall. Dean reaches out and catches it. He looks at the angel and they both share a second of silence. Then Castiel smiles. "Well that could've been bad." Dean nodded. "Very bad."

'the next morning'

"Well which would you be? I mean, I know Dean would be the top, he's got control issues. But Cas? I don't know man." Sam muttered. Castiel's brows drop. He squinted out of habit. "What is that supposed to mean?" He wondered. Sam raised his hands in surrender. "I don't know, I'm just saying." Castiel walked up beside Dean, his left side hidden behind the latter. It trailed up the man's ass, past his back, and to his shoulder. "I wouldn't be so sure of that. Just looking at someone doesn't make you an expert, Samuel." He replied in a sassy tone. The comment mostly toward Dean's cockiness. He wasn't all that he was brought up to be. Castiel bet he liked being fucked. He surely loved talking about being watched while doing it. Castiel bet he was a, what did the pizza man say ? A real slut for the attention.
Sam rose a brow at their closeness but chose to ignore it. "Yeah, whatever you say dude. I know what im talking about." He leaned back and took a sip of his drink. Castiel leaned into dean and whispered, "Just wait til later, Winchester." Dean was taking a drink from his glass as well and brought the cup away from his lips as he coughed. 
Sam made a face at the two but made no effort in wanting to know what was said. As nosy as he was. 
Bobby came into the room, to see Sam making a face, Dean choking on his whiskey, and Castiel grinning like he'd just told the most intelligent joke known to mankind, above, and below. "What's up with them?" Sam shrugged. "Sometimes I'd like to ask. But right now, I don't think I want to know."