Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 12

Castiel doesn't waste anytime. He grasps the front of Deans shirt to steady himself, before eagerly sucking the entire length of Dean's cock in his mouth. Dean only just holds back a startled jump, but Castiel taps his hip, hoping Dean understands his permission.

Obviously he does, "God," Dean mutters as he begins thrusting his cock in and out of Castiels mouth. Shallow and gentle thrusts, but still effectively fucking Castiels face. It's amazing, he loves the way Dean thrusts so Castiel can take him, but remains aware of his comfort. He loves sharing this intimacy; being filled by Dean, while surrounding him with feathers and soft touches and warm wet heat. Deans fingers skip along Castiels wings, stopping now and again to clutch and tug as he moans and curses.

"Fuck, Cas, yes," he babbles, hips snapping ever faster. "So fucking good." A smile stretches his lips, which causes his teeth to catch lightly at the head, a very light touch, but apparently a shock because Dean abruptly stiffens and groans as he spills into Castiels mouth.

"Shit, shit, sorry," he says, trying to push Castiel away. Castiel lets him, more to ease Deans worry than out of any of his own. Castiel, however, keeps his lips suctioned to the head of deans dick. He immediately begins stroking Dean again, root to tip, easing Dean through the rest of his release.

His wings close harder around Dean, pulling him closer and Castiel lays his cheek against Deans thigh. Now thoroughly tired and relaxed, as if he had cum again himself. Dean slumps in the chair. His hands slide from Castiels feathers down to his hair, his fingers carding through the strands slowly and softly.

"Cas?"

Castiel nuzzles Dean's spent cock and presses a light kiss to the base. "No one's ever called me 'Cas' before," he comments.

"Oh." One of Deans hands still its movements on Castiel's head. "Is it okay?"

Taking Deans other hand in his own, Castiel threads their fingers together. "Yes."

"I'm gonna get fired for this."

Castiel knows he should get up, especially now that Dean's brought up that very valid point. But he doesn't want to lose the easy intimacy growing between them. Soon enough, Castiel will have to let his wings drop from around Dean's waist. He'll have to lift his cheek from Dean's thigh and prepare for his second show. The thought makes his stomach hurt. He'd much rather push in closer and pretend for awhile that Dean belongs to him already.

"You won't. I'll quit if they do."

Deans fingers sift through Castiels hair. "You'd use your obvious star power on my behalf?"

His teasing tone lightens Castiel's melancholy. Perhaps his goals are not insurmountable if Dean's not feeling uncomfortable after their impromptu sexual encounter.

"Yes and Crowley would rather let us have sex in every room of this building, than lose the profit he earns off me," Castiel states boldly, looking up to catch the way Dean's pupils dilate. Whether because of the mention of sex or because of his perceptions of Castiel's supposed power, he doesn't know.

"Yeah?" Dean asks hopefully.

"I don't suggest we try it," Castiel says, with a chuckle and finally sitting up to stretch his back. His wings rising towards the ceiling, Dean's eyes following. Castiel smiles, he likes having Dean's eyes on his body. "I have to save my orgasms for the camera."

The blissful admiration on Deans face fades at the mention of his work, his eyes flicking to the camera. Castiel thinks he catches a flash of unhappiness in those pretty green eyes, before going blank. "Right. Wouldn't want to deprive the audience."