Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 15

Castiel lost all control when Dean had plunged his soapy dripping hands into his delicate feathers, already sensitive with arousal. He was glad Dean had taken back the control; Castiel was scared of his own uncontrollable strength. He much better preferred Dean calling the shots.

Which is exactly what he gets.

Castiel closes and locks his bedroom door. He turns to face the human, who is stalking toward Castiel; a hungry look in his green eyes and a devilish smirk on his plump lips. It excites Castiel, his wings fluttering and twitching. Dean cups his right hand on Castiel's cheek while the left thumb slowly rubs small circles on his hip-bone and pressing him against the door.

He places a gentle kiss on Castiel's lips, which soon becomes heated and lustful. Castiel presses closer to Dean, he reacts by pressing his entire body against Castiel; into the door, and pushing his tongue into Castiel's mouth. Castiel doesn't fight, wanting to just relax and go with the flow. He really needs to unwind from working himself off twice that day.

But Dean has other plans. He is dominating and slow, in a very tease-torture way. Castiel whimpers wanting more than just a make-out session now. He can't hold back, and he doesn't want to, he begins grinding on Dean. Hoping for Dean to get the message.

Dean holds back on returning the pleasing friction, keeping the same pace as the past couple of minutes. After a few more insufferable minutes, Cas breaks away and pleads, "Dean, I need more. Need it. Please," his tone mixed with pleasure, torture, and something Dean can't quite identify.

"Tell me exactly what you want, Cas. I'll make you feel so good," Dean replies breathless.

Has he gone insane? Dean is asking Castiel to pick, out of the millions of different fantasies he's had, for their first time together. Well, other than the blow-job at work. Their first time, he wants to make love, no toys or kinks. Just the two giving the other their body, wholly. But Castiel won't say that to Dean, he's only known about Castiel for less than a day. How could he ask to make love with him? So soon?

"I want you. All of you. Now," Castiel says loosing confidence by the end with a blush dusting his cheeks.

Dean nods with a smirk. He grabs Castiel's hips and guides the angel to the bed. Castiel sits on the edge of the bed, Dean taking off his own shirt. Castiel, in turn reaches for his shirt, but is stopped by Dean's gentle hands. His smile says everything; it says, I'll take care of you. Let me do it. And Castiel does.

Dean swiftly takes off Castiel's shirt, then pushing on his chest to lay back in his bed. Dean unbuckles Castiel's jeans, stroking the sensitive skin above his waist band. Then Dean quickly shucks off Castiel's jeans and boxers in one swift movement. Kissing from Castiel's calves up to his inner thighs.

Pressing a small peck on Castiel's hardened tip, Dean says, "On all fours, middle of the bed." Castiel acts in an instant, quickly obeying Dean's order.

Dean disrobes then crawls on the bed up behind Castiel, admiring his beautiful ass. Dean rubs his hands up Castiel's thighs to his glorious ass and squeezes. Castiel responds by his wings twitching, almost accidentally flaring out fully on either side of him. He might have hit Dean with their close proximity.

Dean plants a gentle kiss on both of Castiel's ass cheeks, then says, "If you get uncomfortable at any time, let me know. I'll stop." Cas nods his head quickly; obviously wanting Dean to continue his ministrations.

Dean's hands grip Castiel's ass and spreads his cheeks, revealing the most pink hole Dean has ever seen. He flicks out his tongue to taste it.

Castiel's wings act before he comprehends what is happening. His wings spread wide and flap once quickly. Then the pleasure hits, and he moans loudly.

Deans tongue circles Cas' hole, making the angel squirm. He was still a little loose from earlier but apparently Dean wants to repay me for how much I teased him during my shoot.

Dean sticks his slithering wet tongue into Cas; noticing his looseness, and tasting lube and his natural musk.

"Oh God. Please, please Dean. I need more. I need you. Please" Cas babbles. Deans hands and mouth leave him, causing the angel to whimper, and look behind him at the human.

Dean sits back and spins the angel around, placing him on his lap. Dean runs his hands up and down Cas' back, also gently running his hands over his feathers. Cas kisses and bites on Deans neck, finding his sweet spot, and abusing the skin there.

Dean slides his hands down Castiel's back to his ass. Once there, he squeezes and kneads the wondrous globes. He glides his fingers over them and Castiel's wings are trembling, and when Dean's fingers glide over his loose wet hole, the angel whimpers. Dean circles the angels hole, before slowly pressing a finger in. Castiel's wings flare out at this and he lets a whimpering moan pass his lips. Dean presses in a second digit, and Castiel snaps his hips toward Dean then back on his fingers. The human scissors his fingers in the angels hole, stretching him.

"Dean...why are you taking so long?" Castiel whimpers.

"I don't want to hurt you, Angel." Dean replies with a smirk, then the angels back arcs. His wings flap wildly, and the sweetest moan escapes his open mouth. Dean found the spot to make his angel go berserk.

Lube. We need lube. Dean removes his fingers from Castiel, the angel whimpers groans and his wings bang hard on the bed. "Dean, please. Just let me..." the angel says exasperatedly.  Dean had pushed Cas to lay back, and was kneeling over him to dig in the bedside table drawer. Pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube, Cas grabs his wrist. "I'm clean... Want to feel you."

"I'm clean too." Dean says as he tosses the package back into the drawer. Dean repositions them so that Cas is on his lap, facing Dean, and his wings spread out behind them. Dean slides his hands on Cas's body, then slowly presses three slicked fingers into Castiel. The angels wings go rigid and then flap hard once. Dean slides his unoccupied hand up to grasp the base of one wing.

"More...Please, Dean. I'm so close, p-please."