I will always love you

Sex.

Just for you, you perverts.

~~~~~

Fuck.

The sounds oozing from that Winchester's mouth should be illegal. The leather seats squeaked at the movement, as if in protest to the very gay thing happening atop it. Castiel topped, as always, and damn was he enjoying it. That boy could really make you horny, and damn did he feel good wrapped around him.

"Oh Fuck Cas.... " Castiel bent down, biting gently on the hard muscle of the shoulder blade. Deans hands were gripping the shirt that Castiel had laid out, his knuckles white as he tried to keep his body from thrusting into the side of the car. Castiel gave no mercy, pumping in and out quicker and harder each time.

A high pitched moan feel from his swollen lips, and Cas aimed for that spot again.

"Yes, God, right there." Castiel smirked, gently thrusting as he sucked a hickey on his back. His hands had been gripping his hips hard, and he loosened them to find bruises.

"Shit." Dean tightened around him, and that pushed him to the edge. He couldn't cum before Dean, refused to, so he wrapped around him, holding him close to his sweaty body as he lazily stroked his untouched member. A hiss escaped, and Dean began thrusting along with his hand, growing harder. Pre-cum leaked onto his hand, giving them a natural lubricant, and he speed up his stroking, thrusting along. Dean didn't help him keep the high away, the sounds falling from him making any prostitute seem like an amateur.

Dean's back arched beautifuly underneath him, and suddenly he was coming, coating the shirt and the seat with hot white streaks of cum. Castiel continued to stroke him gently through it, going slow to make sure his high lasted. He felt himself come to the brink, and pulled out. Even though he had a condom on, he didnt want to risk cumming inside him and the condom breaking, or It leaking out.

He closed his eyes, his head falling back as he began touching himself. He listened to Dean's heavy breathing, focusing on it, and thought about the events that had just played out.

Then, suddenly, he wasn't the only one. He felt something touch his ass, and he opened his eyes to see Dean sitting up in front of him. he swatted his hand away, pulling him to him and kissing him deeply. They explored the others mouth, learning all the dips and curves as Dean started jerking him off, a return of the favor almost. Castiel wasn't nearly as vocal as Dean, but he accidenly bit down on Dean's bottom lip as he came, spilling over Dean's hand and onto his stomach and legs. Dean pulled away, stopping. He watched Castiels eyes close completely, and touched his lip, feeling the blood.

"Damn Cas, you couldn't be more gentle?" He was sore and bruised all over, and now he was bleeding.

"Shut up, you know you loved it." His bottom lip poked out and his forehead wrinkled as he nodded his head, agreeing completely.

That was probably the best sex of deans life.