Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 11

Dean can't believe his luck. He couldn't have gotten a more perfect show if he paid for one. Hell, they're paying him to be here. Probably not to sit and grind his palm down on his dick while watching Castiel slide a dildo into his ass, but if that's what the talent needs, then Dean is obligated to help out.

Reserved, his foot. A reserved person doesn't kneel before a total stranger, legs and wings spread as far as they'll go, moaning shamelessly as they pump a lube-slickened dildo inside themselves.

It's taking every ounce of Dean's will-power to not tear open his jeans and pull out his now painful erection. Castiel is in Dean's favorite position and now that Dean is close enough to hear every whimper and breathy gasp. Close enough to shut off the camera and replace that dildo with his fingers or dick. The torture of being close enough to touch, but not allowed to, pushes Dean harder to the edge than he imagined it ever would. He's never been one to deny himself of anything and yet the idea that he can look but not touch, is so fucking hot. Castiel is playing him so hard and Dean is loving every second of it.

"D..d..." Castiel pants, never quite forming the name that would be all too easily heard on the video. With the regular onetime videos, the music covers all the delicious moans and words Castiel might say, but on the livestream, Dean knows from experience, everything is heard. He has to keep his own mouth shut, against the urge to curse and beg, to direct Castiel the way he wants him.

Castiel suddenly adjusts his position, turning enough to one side that he can look over his shoulder at Dean and something about the new angle obviously agrees with him because his eyes widen and his lips part with surprise. "Oh, oh!"

Fuck. Dean's pleasure surges and he wants to shove his hand down his pants so bad, he can't stand it. Please, please. The words press hard and desperate, nearly escaping. Dean bites his tongue, probably drawing blood, but the pain does nothing except urge the pleasure higher. God, Cas, please.

Harder and faster, Castiel thrusts back on the dildo, fucking himself and making that little startled gasp that sends heat pulsing through Dean's veins. He's never seen Castiel lose control like this before, wings thrashing wildly, one hand clawing at the couch, eyes clamped shut when he's not throwing frantic glances over his shoulder at Dean. The right wing flaps hard once and then curls around Castiel's leg, pulling it further, spreading him wider. Dean thinks, I'm gonna loose it before this is over.

"Close," Castiel whispers. "Oh, oh, gonna...I need...oh!" Cas never talks. Not words, not these almost sentences so obviously meant for me. Castiel grabs at the ring holding his dick captive, clumsily fumbling it off and wrapping one hand into a tight fist around his cock. Yeah, c'mon. Wanna see, Cas. C'mon.

"I need..." He opens his lust glazed eyes to meet Dean's gaze and thrusts hard once.

"Need," he whimpers and then he's cuming, wings stiffening, body shaking with the power of it. In his life, Dean has never seen anything so beautiful and perfect. His own muscles tremble against the effort of going to him, gathering Castiel into his chest and rubbing his dick against those fucking gorgeous wings until he's cuming too.

Castiel falls limp against the couch, panting heavily as his wings slowly relax. Dean isn't sure what he should do now. Should he wait for Castiel to dismiss him? Or can he just leave and find release in the employee bathroom? All he knows is that if he doesn't cum soon, he might die from the pain of his erection and lack of release.

Before he can make a decision, Castiel is getting up from the couch, a mellow satisfied expression on his face. To Deans surprise, he goes to the camera and turns it off. Normally he lets his viewers watch him enjoy the glow of contentment. But now the viewers are gone. It's just the two of them and Castiel is falling to his knees before Dean's chair.

"Cas?"

"Please, Dean," he says, his finger lightly rubbing along Dean's inner thigh, "Please, can I?"

"Fuck yes." Dean groans.

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Castiel knows this could be a very bad idea. Besides the risk of being caught, Castiel always believed it a bad idea to jump into a physical relationship, before knowing your partner. But quite frankly, it's difficult to care when he's kneeling between Dean's spread legs and looking up into his dark, hungry, green eyes. All he wants now is to make Dean feel as good as he made Castel feel.

"Please Dean," he asks, chancing a light touch over Dean's thigh, tracing the curve of his trapped erection, "Please, can I?"

Dean's voice is raspy and wrecked when he answers, "Fuck yes." Another surge of power washes over Castiel. He's too relaxed and spent to get hard again now, but it doesn't stop him from enjoying the way Dean's breath catches when he unbuttons Dean's jeans and carefully tugs the zipper down. His dick jumps at the barest touch of Castiel's fingers.

"You sure about this?" Dean asks, his desperate tone edged with very real concern. A warm sensation begins to glow in Castiel's chest. He knows Gabriel thinks he's a virgin, but it's not true. Castiel had a few fumbled encounters before leaving his home town, with two different angels he'd known his whole life. In both cases, despite their long acquaintance, Castiel never really felt they cared about the sex beyond the moment of their orgasm.

He does not feel that way now. "Quite sure," Castiel says as he peels the edge of Dean's underwear over his erection. Castiel likes Deans cock. It's very much like his favorite toy. Perhaps a bit thicker and definitely warmer, but the same perfect length. Castiel wants to know how it would feel buried deep inside him, but that's not for right now. Right now, all he wants is to taste. He leans down to flick his tongue along the tip. He only takes a brief pause to register the dark musky flavor and the low moan that vibrates in Dean's chest before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking hard.

"Fuck." Dean hisses, reaching out to clench his fingers around the arches of Castiel's wings. The action sparks an instinctual motion from both wings. The left curls around Dean's leg while the right slips in behind his back and pulls, forcing Dean's cock deeper into Castiel's mouth. Dean makes another noise, this one a strangled wordless bit of nonsense that tingles at the base of Castiel's spine. His body grows warmer, his desire to please more urgent. The smooth hard muscles of Dean's stomach and legs tremble under the strain of his obvious pleasure and after holding off release while Castiel performed for him, Castiel thinks Dean must be very close. He hopes to have more chances to draw out Dean's pleasure, but now, Castiel just wants to make Dean cum.