Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 4

Sam rolls his eyes as Dean's head turns to follow the angel. "You have an illness," he says.

Predictably, Dean just smirks and watches until the angelic man is out of sight. "The heart wants what the heart wants." he replies to Sam's insult.

"Right. The heart," Sam says with a snort. "Why don't you just find an actual angel and date them? Oh that's right. You're scared of angels."

"I'm not scared of angels," Dean grouses. "I dated Anna, didn't I?"

"Like twice and you dumped her because you said she was scary," Sam reminds him.

"She was scary," Dean declares as he unlocks the apartment door. "And not because she was an angel."

"Whatever," Sam says, heading to his own room and calling back over his shoulder, "You're a Winger and you know it. Real angels are less expensive than internet angels."

"Fuck you."

But Sam's already closed the door. Whatever. He's wrong. Dean isn't afraid of angels. They might be a little intimidating, but he's not scared. He's just never met an angel worth more than a one-night stand. Internet angels might be more expensive, but they're easier.

Speaking of which, that's not a bad idea. It's been a few weeks since Dean visited his favorite porn site. A smile grows on his face. Screw Sam. He's going to look at hot people with wings. Once he's safely locked in his room, Dean turns on his laptop and logs onto HardcoreWings.com. He's had an account here for almost two years, but he only downloads the videos once or twice a month. He's not exactly made of money. But it's been over two months since Dean's had a real date and he's pent up.

The second he's logged on as ku_1967, a still capture from a new video catches his eye. A slender back, round shapely ass and a pair of fucking gorgeous shining gray, almost silver, wings. Dean's cock twitches. "Hello," he murmurs, clicking on the video. It's a flat rate price that Dean instantly pays. The flat rate videos are a better deal. Not that Dean wouldn't pay for the live show. This angel has the hottest wings Dean's ever seen. It takes an annoying ten minutes to download the full video, but eventually Dean clicks play. The cheesy music makes him wince. He turns it off and settles in to watch.

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Castiel shakes his wings out, letting the feathers ripple from joint down to the tips. It's what he would do if a partner were watching him. Castiel places a palm on his stomach. He needs to think of this as if someone were there; someone to please and arouse.

Of course, Dean immediately comes to mind. Castiel imagines him sitting in the nearby chair, bright green eyes locked on Castiel's naked body. A jolt of pleasure stirs the beginning of an erection and Castiel breathes out a sigh of relief. He hadn't been certain he could get hard.

He slowly flaps his wings while brushing his palms up his chest and onto his neck, an especial hot spot for Castiel. He thinks about Dean biting down on the sensitive flesh and heat flashes through his body. A few more moments of warming up his potential audience and Castiel turns to lay on the couch, leaning back to display his body, his wings draped in a fetching arc over the arm.

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By the time the angel lays down, Dean's completely hard in his pants. He reaches down to unzip and release his erection. The angel looks even better from the front. His pleasure glazed eyes are an incredible blue Dean likes just as much as the silver wings pouring off the couch onto the floor.

Damn, those thing must be eight feet or better. Dean grips his cock and hisses, trying not to cum. It's so easy to imagine burying his face and hands in those thick feathers. The way the wings are puffed up and thrashing sends a rush of heated pleasure through his veins.

As he watches, the angel spreads his legs, lowering one to the floor to display himself fully and rubs his hands over his chest. Dean puts himself in the scene, straddling the angel's lap and bending down to kiss and bite across his well-toned chest.

His erection throbs in his hand and Dean is almost angry. Why aren't angels this hot in real life?

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His imaginary Dean gets up from the chair and kneels beside the couch. He'd lean over to kiss Castiel's stomach, one hand gripping Castiel's thigh, the other wrapped around the base of his left wing.

His cock thickens further and Castiel slides a hand down to grasp at it. His breathing is loud and harsh in the empty room. He has to bite his lip to keep from calling Dean's name as his imaginary lover runs his tongue over the head of Castiel's dick.

A quick pause to collect a handful of lube from a pot on a small nearby table and Castiel is stroking himself in earnest, head thrown back and wings continuously fluttering.

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"Holy fuck," Dean whispers.

The angel's wings are thrashing and jumping, a sure sign of intense pleasure. Dean thinks about those same wings pulsing against his body, as he holds the angel from behind and thrusts inside that fantastic ass.

He's stroking hard and fast now, more turned-on than he's been in a very long time. On the screen, the angel squirms and lifts his hips into a tight fist. The way he moves, so effortlessly sensual, as if uncaring he's on camera. As if he's so into touching himself that nothing else matters, strikes desire deep inside Dean.

The angel is beautiful.

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Castiel pants and writhes on the couch. Pleasure blinds him from everything. Nothing matters now except his mental image of Dean leaning over him and pushing inside Castiel, his pretty green eyes aglow with pleasure. His wings stretch straight out, stiffening as orgasm approaches.

So close, Castiel thinks, thrusting hard into his hand.

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Dean leans forward eagerly when the angel's wings go rigid. Not long now. Dean can't look at all the things he wants to see. The angel's hand moving in a blur over his cock. The long pale column of throat revealed when his head falls back. The oh so responsive wings hardening and releasing over and over as the angel works himself to orgasm.

It's when Dean adjusts his position to slip a finger inside himself that he loses it. His pleasured tension breaks in an explosive rush as he cums so damn hard over his hand, his eyes locked on the angels lips as they move around words Dean can't read.

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