|Cold Hands|

Chapter Two.

Cas' POV:

Castiel inhales a shaky breathe, feeling his blood boil underneath every touch he felt from Dean. "T--the p-promise..?" He half asks, already shrugging his tan coat off onto the blanket. "Yes.." Dean hums, pressing his lips into castiel's neck. "Oh, that one.." He smiles, kissing Dean back, shoving him off top and flipping over, smiling down at the crinkled emerald eyes that were surrounded by a field of freckles, as he successfully straddles him. Dean giggles, a blush starting to wash over his face. "Are you sure, you can stay quiet?"

Castiel inquires, watching as Dean's lips tugged up at the corners into a smirk, ahh, that beautiful face. Chuck, what Castiel wouldn't do for that face right now. Hell, if he asked him to kneel he'd do it more eagerly than a dog. Dean nods, his face bobbing up and down like a giddy child's. Castiel smiles, slipping his pants down and exposing his hard cock to the cold, night air. Dean looks at him hungrily, his pants already pulled down far enough as Castiel turns him over onto his stomach.

"Be a good boy for me now, Dean." He whispers a husky, "yes sir." Before arching his back, placing his hands onto the chilly blanket in doggy style. Castiel smiles, positioning himself behind him as he pops the bottle of lubes cap open. "I really hope Sam doesn't decide to make his presence known, he'll likely be scarred for life seeing you kneeling on all fours for me like this."

Dean chuckles, the sound muffled by the blanket he had his face shoved down into. Castiel jams a finger into his rear, stretching it properly before twisting and turning his fingers, making sure it was nice and slick. He smiles, content by the muffled moans and jerking of Dean's hips, he finally thrusts, head falling back in a long winded moan, his dick sliding all the way in to the hilt, making Dean grip the blanket and let out a loud yelp.

Castiel pauses, still buried deep as he runs a hand across his left cheek. "I thought I said to be quiet?" Dean doesn't get a chance to reply as castiel's hand slaps down, leaving a deep red handprint on his ass. He bites back a loud scream, barely containing it, much quieter now as Castiel knew he got the memo. "Good boy." He praises, then pulls back and slams back into him, muscles flexing to keep up with his pace.

Dean squirms underneath him, both he and castiel's breaths coming out in misty white puffs as he pounds into him, leaning forward to pump his dick as he trails kisses up and down his back. "C--cas....p-please!" Dean whispers harshly, panting out every syllable. Castiel chuckles, pausing as he slides almost all the way out, staying just like that. "Beg for it, you dirty slut." Dean moans, gripping the plaid blanket so hard his knuckles turn white.

"Please..Cas..tiel..m--make...me..c--cum.." Castiel slides a hand up his back. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you?" Dean groans, body trembling. "PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY!" He yelps out, and Castiel groans satisfied, gripping his hair and pulling his head backwards to kiss him roughly as he whams into him mercilessly, no doubt hitting his prostate in just the right way from the noises he was drawing out of Dean.

Castiel feels his hips start to falter, dick so sensitive he could cum. A few more thrusts and he would no d-doubt, be..cumming..."ahh fuuck!" He moans into Dean's mouth, his hot milky liquid squeezing out into his ass as he cums with a jolt, almost instantly Dean cums aswell, coating his own stomach with his sticky juices. The two men collapse, Castiel pulling out and laying beside dean, pulling him close panting. "Fuck, y-you're amazing dean."

Castiel whispers, kissing him once more before cuddling up to his squirming body. Dean blushes, exhaling a shaky breathe. "I gotta get you to promise more often, damn.." Castiel nods, looking into Dean's eyes, glancing at the freckles around them. "Yes, you do.." He smiles, and they sleep.

The End.

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