The quilted pillow felt soft against his bruised knees as he kneeled down upon it.
His week had been complete and utter hell- everything that could’ve gone wrong had; everything from plans falling apart to him missing or failing his exams to even stepping in dogshit. He needed this, he needed Dean.
This thing they had hadn’t been going on long, a couple of months at most, but it was the first months in Castiel’s adult life where he’d felt calm, safe and accepted. It had taken everything he had to work up the courage to ask Dean, to tell him about his little heart. Tears had stung his eyes as he’d mumbled the words to a patient Dean, silently watching him. His reaction was one he’d never even dared to hope for. The other man had gently cupped his face and forced him to look him in the eyes before uttering the words that made Cas’ heart melt and his blood sing.
“It sounds perfect”
So now this was a part of their life. It wasn’t an 24/7 deal- Cas enjoyed to be grown up too. This was just for when one of them or both needed to close out the world around them or a higher level of intimacy was needed. They’d quickly found out that it didn’t only calm Castiel’s duracell brain but it had a soothing effect on Dean too. It gave him something to focus on, a single thing to narrow in on instead of having every aspect of his life raining down on his shoulders- it was a welcome break.
Castiel glanced nervously at the clock on the wall, licking his lips. He should be home by now. Despite the pillow underneath his knees he started to ache, but he knew his place, knew it would be worth it. He shifted a bit, pulling up his white cotton knee highs and adjusting his white, all too big, XXXL T-shirt that exposed one of his shoulders and served as a nightie. Even though the main reason for this was intimacy and comfort he was still achingly hard inside his babyblue lace panties. Sex was, not always but most of the times, a part of it. It helped with both the intimacy and trust to be constantly touched and petted or just feeling the slow burn of being stretched open while simultaneously being cradled in strong arms like something valuable or even precious.. the teasing on the other hand- that was just for fun.
Castiel’s eyes flew up to the door handle as he heard keys jingle outside in the building corridor. His heart started hammering in his chest. He kept praying over and over for Dean needing this as much as him; they’d agreed on only doing this when both felt like it but right now Cas felt like he hadn’t needed anything more in his life. He felt broken.
The second he saw the door creak open he bowed his head, staring at his hands that were neatly folded in his lap.
“Well..lookie here”, came a low husky voice dripping with sweetness. “..my pretty, pretty little prince”, he continued to croon “..aren't you a good boy waiting for me like this”
Cas already felt his blood rush to the surface at the praise, his ears immediately heated and tinted red. His cock twitched in his panties and he squirmed a bit. The movement didn’t go unnoticed he realised as he heard a low chuckle above him.
If he weren’t sure before that Dean was up for the task, the sound of leather and metal being picked up from a drawer in the hallway table convinced him. Suddenly there were two big boots in his line of sight. Cas blood was storming through his body by now. It was a rather weird sensation, being calm and on edge at the same time but Castiel loved it still.
“Eyes on me”, Dean commanded in a stern but not unkind voice. Cas’ eyes snapped up. Dean hovered above him with a fond, almost proud, smile adorning his face and a thick leather collar in his hands. The outside was a smooth black leather but the insides was as soft as fur; 5 small blue rhinestones were evenly spread out across the length of it coming together at the base of a big metal ring. Cas eyes lit up and he smiled at the man above him. Dean cleared his throat, looking pointedly at Cas’ hands.
