heaven

Peanut Butter

Slowly moving his hand, Cas spread the peanut butter across Dean's torso. He hadn't eaten much of it yet, so it still sounded good to him. And he only wanted to try and repay Dean for everything he had done for him last night. Castiel did not have to words to describe such beauty. It was an exotic feeling and he couldn't wait to explore it more. But for now, it was Dean's turn. And Cas would try his best to make Dean as satisfied as he was last night. That was his main goal.
"Goddamn Cas, it's just so cold." Dean was twitching a bit in bed, trying to keep still but finding it to be a little hard. Cas frowned. He was so done....he only wanted to treat Dean the way Dean had treated him. And he was determined to get there, one way or another.
He huffed once, pursing his lips. Then, in one swift movement, he jumped up and straddled Dean. Dean grabbed onto Castiel's thighs and stared at him with wide eyes.
"Kiss me." Castiel whispered inside of Dean's ear. And he did. Dean put his hands through Cas's hair, groaning into the kiss. This time, it was Castiel who stuck his tongue in first. It startled him at first, but he allowed it. He roamed Dean's mouth. But he realized something during the kiss. There was something that was pressing more and more into his thigh.
Cas pulled away, slowly. His eyes never left Dean's. Castiel looked down and eyed the peanut butter, his stomach rumbling and his dick standing up, he needed to do this.
So quickly, he bent his head down and stuck his tongue on Dean's stomach, licking up the peanut butter. Dean gasped, gripping the pillow behind him. Small quick breaths left his lips, he had his eyes closed trying to concentrate.
"Goddamn Cas. D-does it taste go-good?"
His voice quivered. But without answering, Castiel let his teeth gently glide across the soft skin. A low moan echoed through the room. Dean had lifted his hips off the bed and jerked up, making Cas smile. He wanted this for Dean. He wanted him to feel the way he felt.
"I-I'm going to try something else Dean." Castiel warned. Dean was trying to come down and calm his breathing before nodding. Slowly. Cas slid down and pulled Dean's legs apart, sitting on his knees between them. The green eyed man watched intently, because he didn't know the next time would come when he would lose his breath again.
"Ah, my god."
His hips dug into the bed, his fingertips scratching the sheets. Cas slid down Dean's pants and boxers, very gently. His erection was standing straight up, clear in view of Castiel. Dean turned away a bit, having one of his "this doesn't feel right" moments. But he straightened up, knowing that this would please both of them.
"Man...are you sure you're okay with this?" Castiel looked up and locked eyes with the man who had done so much for him last night. He had to remember that. It didn't matter about the nerves. It was Dean's turn to be treated. And he wanted to pleasure him. Make the pleasure beautiful, but almost too much to handle.
Without further though, Castiel had wrapped his smooth lips around Dean's tip. Dean sucked in a breath quickly and grabbed onto Cas's hair.
"Holy..."
Cas swirled his tongue around a bit, making the tip wet. He used his hands to pump up and down as Dean did. His lips went down farther, the tip hitting the side of his cheek. It was warm and a little swollen which he could understand. He decided to speed up, maybe it would offer Dean a little more. And it did. His hips bucked up into Cas's mouth, making him gag a bit, and he pulled away.
"Castiel, oh my-I'm so sorry come here."
The black haired man wiped his mouth once before shaking his head....he would not stop.
"I need to do this." He looked down and breathed in and out once. He pushed Dean's chest down so he was laying against the pillow again. But this time, Dean held onto Cas's hand. He rubbed it gently, giving him an encouraging smile. Castiel was all work though, and immediately made Dean hold on tightly to his hand. He squeezed his eyes shut and started huffing.
"Fuck. Cas."
Castiel removed his hand and used only his lips, moving up and down on Dean's dick. But he closed his eyes too. The little sounds escaping Dean's lips almost sent him over the edge. Dean moved his hips around a bit, throwing his head back. The way he did short quick breaths made Castiel smile. He looked so..innocent. Besides what he looked like with a girl, he looked small right now. And he wanted to take care of his human. He wanted to make him scream in pleasure.
Cas hollowed his cheeks and pushed a little further. The tip hit the back of his throat and he gagged a bit, but kept moving. Sending Dean over the edge would make him happy for the day. His one hand was still intertwined in Dean's hand and the other was pressed to Dean's thigh. Dean tried to watch Cas, but the pleasure he was getting was too much. His head was spinning and he only wanted to hold on to something. And that thing was Cas.
Then he felt the tightening in his stomach. The pressure. It was all building up. This was a man. Giving him the same feeling a woman could give him. But this...this was better. Way better. He couldn't describe it with words. He felt like he was in heaven. Which was kind of funny to him, seeing as Castiel was an angel.
Out of no where, Cas lifted his head up, stopping the stroke. He looked at Dean and furrowed his eyebrows when Dean pursed his lips.
"Dean-oh."
He stoked with his hand a bit, slowly but harder. He spit in his hand before doing so. Dean stopped pursing his lips and they opened, allowing for lips to fall perfect in line with them. Castiel pressed his to Dean's soft lips, they were like silk against his. And he continued stroking slowly.
"Cas. Cas. I'm...I am-"
Time stopped. Castiel watched in pleasure when Dean fidgeted in bed, not breathing, holding onto Castiel's hand. He kept his mouth opened but nothing happened as the white liquid fell across Cas's hand.
"Dean. Are...are you okay?"
Cas slowly lifted his hand, looking at the white substance. He studied it a little before Dean opened his eyes. But once Dean was watching, he licked it off as he did with the peanut butter. Dean just smirked and nodded.
"I'm okay. But you know what would make me even better?" Dean smiled, climbing off the bed and quickly pulling Castiel's shirt over his head. It was a bit tight seeing as he was smaller than Dean. But it fit, and it smelled just like him.
"Um..." Castiel watched him do it then shrugged.
"I-i thought I did a good job?"
"No no wait. Cas, that was amazing and I thank you so much for it. I meant that I wanted to climb in bed with you right now. Give me the peanut butter and the remote please." Dean crawled back over to Cas, planting a kiss on his lips then settling back down on the right side of the bed. Castiel just smiled and laid down next time him, resting his hand on Dean's chest. The two of them were satisfied at the moment, and they didn't want to ruin it. Dean knew that he'd be hunting again soon, leaving Cas alone for a little bit. So he wanted to soak it all in. He wanted to live in the moment.
And after flipping the tv to some dramatic tv show that involved romance, Castiel smiled. Because he finally knew what he wanted. What he yearned for.
Being here. With Dean. And his emotional side plus some peanut butter.

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// when you think this just sucksss oops. Welllll hope y'all are enjoying, thanks for reading. I love y'all so much.