Phone Calls (Destiel Smut)

Phone Calls

"Cas. Baby. Called you five times baby, need you bad."
"I'm sorry Dean, I was caught up..."
"It's ok Cas, it's ok, just... God, want you to suck me right now, want your pretty lips around my cock.."
Dean's voice was husky, heavy with dominance, and it had Cas biting his lip.
"Dean," Cas whispered, voice lined with need.
"Want my cock inside you, wanna hear the pretty little sounds you make when you're riding me, so tight around me. Unnh, Cas, baby..."
Castiel gasped, feeling himself strain against his pants, and he quickly removed said fabric, freeing his erection.
"Dean... I want you, need you.."
Cas heard Dean groan on the other side of the phone, and he could just see the other rocking his hips, working himself towards completion.
"Cas.. Bet you're touching yourself, stroking that perfect little cock of yours for me. Want me to fuck you so hard, don't you? Want me to pound you into the mattress?"
Cas could feel that coil in his stomach, could feel himself getting closer, closer.
"Getting so close, baby. Gonna come. You gonna come for me, Cas? Bet you'd look so pretty, falling apart for me."
"Dean. Oh, yes, Dean, I'm so close.. Dean, I'm going to come..!"
Cas felt everything unfurl, felt himself explode from the inside as he came, hard. He heard Dean let out a loud groan on the other side, signifying his own release. It took a minute or so of panting, comfortable silence before Dean decided to break it.
"I'm gonna be back in three days, baby. I'll see you then. I love you."
Cas said his own oath of love softly, and Dean hung up, leaving Cas panting in his bed, alone.
He couldn't wait until Dean got back.