Collection of Destiel

Much Better

Warning: This is plain smut. That's it. Smut. You've been warned.

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"Goddammit!" Dean growled as he ran his fingers through his hair to grip and pull onto his scalp was on fire. Disappointment and almost rage littered his features in the dimmed lights of his bedroom.

A dark matt of bedhead came into his view as Castiel sat up from under the covers to patiently search his eyes. "Dean?"

"Fuck." Letting out a sigh of defeat the hunter fell back onto his pillow and closed his eyes to the embarrassment that was warming his cheeks. "I swear I'm better at sex than that."

"It wasn't bad-"

"It was awful." Dean groaned. "I just wanted to really-"

"Stop that." Cas' voice dripped low as he climbed over Dean to straddle his waist. He lowered his head until his breath was fanning over Dean's lips and their chests were rising and falling together. "You are trying too hard, love."

The breath hitched in the back of Dean's throat. His voice fell short when fingers lightly pressed against his chest and spread to knead at his skin. It was as if his heart was pounding twice as fast to catch up with the dizzy feeling of having someone touch him so tenderly.

"I don't want you to think, Dean. I want you to shut down your brain. All I want you to do is focus on what I am doing to you. Can you do that for me?" Cas pressed those words into open mouth kisses along the stubble of the other man's jaw.

Dean could only nod. The words were lost in some far realm of his mind as he closed his eyes to the sensation of fingertips caressing his skin. It felt like small flutters of butterfly wings slowly descending down his chest. The last half hour was completely forgotten, instead Dean's entire being was focused on the breath of the man still hovering above him.

"I told you that I loved you." Cas' voice was a whisper spoken in laced affection. Without a pause, he pressed his palm against the skin just below the other man's bellybutton. "And I still do. I will always love you. Doesn't matter if we have a bad night in bed, or if we fight, or if I die. My love for you will never cease to be."

Shivers broke out across Dean's still sweaty skin and in its wake were left goosebumps. The breath caught in the back of the hunter's throat as the fallen angel's fist wrapped around his already hardening cock. It was as if he could see the entire world on the back of his eyelids. And when Castiel started to softly pump his cock, with just enough twist and force to really make Dean moan, he saw bursts of blue that would put the sky to shame.

"I used to imagine sex with you." Cas' voice was closer until the next words were pressed against the center of Dean's chest. "Sometimes you would push me up against a wall, other times it was I that initiated. But do you know my favorite scenario?"

All that left Dean's mouth was a soft moan. The glide of Cas' calloused hand, the same hand that used to hold up the weight of heaven, against the sensitive skin of his cock was enough to make his tongue heavy as lead.

"When we made love." Castiel pressed a smile against his skin before speeding up the pumping of his hand. "When we would hold each other in the dark and kiss like we were starved. When we would melt together in the afterglow of our passion. That, Dean, is what I dreamt about when I should have been saving Heaven."

"Fuck, Cas-" Dean's eyes shot open as his mouth dropped.

Castiel smirked with a mischievous glimmer in his eye as he straddled Dean's waist and sunk down just until the head of Dean's cock was inside of him. "And now I have you to myself. I have your body under the palms of my hands-" to emphasize this the fallen angel spread his hands out across Dean's stomach, "-and I plan on making love to you. Not 'fucking' as you tried earlier. Because we aren't 'in fuck', Dean, we are 'in love'."

Any other time Dean would've roared with laughter over the last statement, but his motor skills were temporarily blacked out the moment Cas dropped and took him the rest of the way into his ass. Dean's head fell back onto the pillow as his toes curled and his fingers dug into Cas' thighs. The warmth of Cas, the knowledge that the angel was using him as he please, it was all too much.

Then Cas picked himself up and slowly drug the head of Dean's cock to his rim before grinding down with his hips. Moans filled the room, both their voices missing together as Castiel slowly took Dean apart molecule by molecule and pieced him back together.

Castiel's eyes fluttered as precum dripped from his cock that was bouncing against Dean's stomach. The pleasure was exploding from his pores as he collapsed onto Dean's chest and brought their mouths together in a starved kiss. That's when Dean realized that they were making love like Castiel always dreamed up. Instead of letting his emotions get the best of him, Dean dug his fingers into Cas' ass, planted his heels on the bed, and starting thrusting up into Cas with everything he had left to give.

Both their bodies clung to each other as they grinded and groaned in an effort to reach that peak of pleasure that they were clawing for. They fucked for what felt like hours until the moment Castiel pulled his head back and stared into Dean's eyes.

It was just as it always was when their eyes met. Everything seemed to stop revolving. Even as Dean kept slamming his hips against Cas', their minds became completely raveled in each other. A breath fell from both their lips and then Castiel's body was seizing as he came with his love's name on the tip of his tongue. The feeling of Cas milking his cock had Dean thrusting a couple more times before he crushing Cas against his chest and came into him.

Only when their breathing was semi back to normal did Castiel smile and whisper, "That was much better."

Dean chuckled as he gripped Cas tighter to his chest and breathed from the bottom of his lungs.