There Was A Time -DeanXCas

Chapter 9 - Remaking Fantasies

Not two seconds after Dean's demand, Castiel's grip tightened. The next thing he knew, he was sprawled flat on his back with an angel leaning over him. His ass was aching from the loss of Castiel's fingers; the emptiness seemed a lot more profound than it had before, and he squirmed. It didn't help that Castiel's weight was settling over him, body and wings pinning him down with ease, leaving him a little disoriented and a lot enlightened. Castiel's physical body may have been a little smaller than Dean's, but the inherent strength in the angel's grip strongly suggested that there was no way Dean would be the one in charge here.

Maybe that should have been scary, but instead it was just exciting. The fantasy he'd jerked off to a week ago came back to him in a rush, only this time the alpha holding Dean up against the wall had a face and a voice. Castiel looked down at him when he squirmed again and smiled, mouth quirking at one corner. "I could hold you up against the wall if that's what you want."

"You can read my mind?" Dean asked, a little breathless. He'd probably be pissed off about that later on. Right now he threw caution to the wind and let himself think about being in a cute pair of panties, pressed up against the wall, while Castiel knelt behind him and licked and sucked and kissed at his hole -

"Dean," Castiel hissed. He moved one of his hands, combing fingers through one of Dean's wings. Dean arched at the touch, still shocked at how raw a sensation that was. It was like someone had bypassed his cock and reached straight inside of him to squeeze every last nerve. So potent that it bordered on too much, and he didn't know if he should be trying to move away or buck into the feeling. He wanted Castiel's hands on his wings, but at the same time it was scary to feel that much from something that he hadn't known existed, much less was attached to his body, two hours ago.

The lust on Castiel's face softened just a bit, though it didn't disappear entirely. He eased up on the pressure, petting at the feathers instead of digging through them. "It's alright, Dean. This is normal. Remember, I told you that new angel wings are very sensitive. You'll feel this way until you've groomed them half a dozen times. Your oil will help to provide a barrier against the over-sensitivity."

Logically Dean knew the words made sense, but nothing computed through the fog of lust. He was clenching down around nothing every time Castiel tickled his feathers, and he hadn't waited four years to be kept waiting even longer. He reached up and grabbed the lapel of the trenchcoat Castiel was wearing, tugging at it weakly. "Off. Take it off."

Castiel complied. Just like that they were naked, and Dean was experiencing the slide of skin against skin. He moaned, bucking shamelessly against his alpha, letting their cocks drag together. It wasn't quite close enough, though, and he spread his thighs instinctively. Castiel's weight settled between his legs like he was meant to be there, hard cock nosing up behind Dean's balls. Dean breathed harshly, closing his eyes to better enjoy the feeling. He hadn't gotten a good look at Castiel's dick, but he could tell it was big. Maybe a little bigger than his favorite dildo, which meant that the knot would be large enough to hurt a little bit.

Fuck, he couldn't wait.

"Cas, come on," he whined when Castiel did nothing but rut against him a little. It felt great, because everything down there was sensitive right now, but it wasn't even close to what he needed. His skin was hot and stretched tight, and he was leaking everywhere. Slick was oozing down his thighs; he could smell it in the air, the scent of his arousal, and it was embarrassing.

"No, Dean," Castiel said, leaning down to kiss him. "You smell amazing," he whispered against Dean's mouth. "Do you know what that does to me? I am an angel. I have never been tempted before, not until I met you. When I saw you that day, and I smelled you for the first time, I knew what temptation was. I wanted to smite any alpha that so much as looked at you the wrong way, yet at the same time I can't help but pity them. Your scent is truly addictive. There is no way any human would be strong enough to walk away. Those alphas were slaves for you, beloved. But they can't have you. You're mine."