Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 10

The tips of Castiel's wings knot together as he stumbles across the room to set up his afternoon shoot. Dean's hot gaze follows his every step, but Castiel doesn't dare look back at him. Not yet, he's already too close. One brief touch along his dick right now, and Castiel knows he'd cum all over himself.

Dear God, the way Dean had touched him. No one had ever touched him like that before. With such possessiveness, such obvious command. When he gripped Castiel's feathers so tightly in both hands, Castiel thought he'd blackout from the pleasure.

It doesn't seem possible. Castiel feels certain he must have gone crazy and conjured up this wonderful dream of Dean being here. Being here and being just as affected by that wing-grooming as Castiel was. That Dean even knew how to touch Castiel in exactly the right way, like an angel would know. It was all too perfect and when Dean mentioned leaving Castiel couldn't let go. Not before getting the chance to see if maybe all this might actually be real.

He sneaks a glance over his shoulder, Deans eyes practically glow with desire. His stance is rigid, dramatically so, as though holding himself from springing at Castiel. Castiel's own desire surges again, nearly cresting into his release. He grabs at the base of his erection and squeezes hard. It's too soon, he still has a job to do.

It takes him a moment of fumbling to get the camera started. He ignores the chat boxes on the computer attached to the camera. His regular viewers often make special requests for certain positions or toys and it always earns him more money. But this performance isn't for them, it's for Dean.

The first thing he needs to do is ensure he can last through the show. He rummages through the box of toys until he finds what he's looking for, a shining metallic cock ring. When he glances over again, Castiel is amused by Dean's wide eyes. A part of him wants to ask Dean to help, but that would be terribly unprofessional. After all, Castiel has masturbated in front of his Fluffers before. He's never asked them to help.

A slight hiss escapes Castiel's lips as he carefully slips on the ring. It hurts a little, but once locked into place, relief runs cool through his heated veins. He selects his favorite toy as well, but sets it aside. There'll be time for that later. What Dean wants now, is something entirely different.

To begin, Castiel keeps his back to Dean and flexes his shoulder muscles. His ruffled feathers raise an inch, the arches bending towards his head for a brief moment. Behind him, he hears Dean sigh softly and he smiles to himself. He never imagined Dean would be a Winger and for the first time in his life, the attraction to his wings makes him feel special. Maybe it's the way Dean's eyes roam all over his body, full of not just lust but longing too. As if his attraction went deeper than just finding wings pretty. Like maybe Dean had always needed a wing shield and never realized it.

As Castiel lifts his right wing out to the side of his body, he places both palms on his bare stomach and imagines closing Dean into a protective circle of feathers.

A thumping noise makes Castiel glance over his shoulder. Dean has moved the chair to sit beside the camera and is now sitting, legs sprawled before him. Castiel stares at the one hand massaging his erection through his jeans. Dean's not even trying to be subtle. In fact, when Castiel's eyes flick up, he sees a preening sort of smirk on Dean's lips.

Right. So that's how it's going to be.

It abruptly frees Castiel of any last remaining nerves. Both wings flare up, high above his head to hold steady for a split second before whooshing down through the air to slam hard on the floor. Dean's gasp fuels Castiel's sudden passion. He can make Dean crazy. The power of the notion is heady. His wings puff up once more, each individual feather fluttering on the trembling muscles of his wings. Castiel forces the left wing around to his front and turns to face Dean, his wing covering his body from Dean's and the viewer's eyes. Dean's little frown pleases Castiel.

He begins stroking the feathers, stopping every so often to squeeze them the way Dean had. Each tight grip sending a wave of pleasure crashing through his body, sizzling along every nerve ending. He watches Dean's hand rub over the ridge of his cock at the same pace Castiel strokes his wing. This way its so easy to imagine that they are reversed; That Dean is caressing his wing and Castiel is holding Dean's hard length in his palm. He curls a handful of feathers around his dick. The soft smooth feathers feel like silk on his tender flesh. Dean watches Castiel's hands intently, pupils dilated and lower lip caught between his teeth. So obviously picturing his own cock receiving the same treatment.

That sense of power surges more strongly through Castiel, being wanted like this has never felt so exhilarating. Although Castiel isn't sure if he has ever been wanted like this before. It makes him want to give Dean more.

The feathers slip away from his heated flesh, revealing himself to Dean's eager gaze. His dick pulses on the edge of pain, each brush of skin or feather sparking a hard jab of pleasure. This first show won't last as long as he hoped and suddenly, Castiel doesn't care. He forgets the show, throws himself down the on the couch and lays each wing out on either side, draping them carelessly over both armrests. Spread open for Dean. Only for Dean.

He grabs the pot of lube and scoops out a generous handful, immediately slicking his cock before reaching for the toy he'd picked. It's Castiel's favorite because it's simple, just a normal rubber dildo with a realistic shape and size. Something Castiel can easily imagine it's the real thing, thrusting deep inside him. He lets his wings roll across the couch, like great feathery ocean waves, while reaching down to slide the dildo across his cock. Not the same, he thinks and in that moment, Castiel realizes what ever is going on between them won't end here.

Not if he can help it.

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