LUST|| Supernatural

Castiel In Cuffs [Destiel] (Part 5 )

Author: rosie_berber

The first smack reverberates through Castiel's entire body. His fingers desperately seek something to clutch but find only brick and mortar at their disposal. Before he has time to take another breath into his lungs, to regain some semblance of control over his body, another thwack establishes symmetry, an exquisite warmth spreading across each of his cheeks. Dean's behaviour leaves Castiel with one singular recourse.

He moans for more.

The sight of Castiel on his knees is enough to bring Dean to his, nearly collapsing his body into the genuflecting angel's. He's fully ready to confess that he has equally lost himself to the situation, his mouth singing Castiel's praises in between the bruising kisses he bites into submissive shoulderblades. A chorus of damns and fucks mixed with reverent perfects and beautifuls. Each utterance punctuated by another firm smack upon the thin layer of orange cotton that separates the two men.

Castiel's wordless whimpers in response provide Dean with a moment of revelation: that fabric barrier is wholly unnecessary. And so it finds itself hooked under Dean's thumbs, shifted just below that perfect curvature of Castiel's ass, as if to frame the masterpiece. A peculiar mixture of pride, affection and need has Dean swelling at the sight of the tan of Cas's skin already painted several shades of pink.

"You look fucking incredible like this," he manages to mumble gruffly as a lone finger trails down Castiel's spine, hesitating when it arrives at its destination. Because then, as if an instinct, his hands leave Castiel's body to tend to his own, quickly working through denim to pull his hardness into his hand, shuddering at the first few strokes he makes down his swollen shaft. Dean pushes his arousal into the jut of Castiel's hipbone (which was ironic, because it was that particular piece of Castiel's anatomy that had so often gotten Dean hard), announcing to the angel his admiration and intentions.

Their bodies pressed almost impossibly close, Dean's fingers grasp roughly at Castiel's hair as he growls his admission into the crook of Castiel's neck.

"Feel what you do to me?"

Castiel somehow manages to make multiple syllables out of the word yes , the simple acknowledgement pouring out of his mouth, a mouth that so desperately wants to make contact with Dean's, a mouth that quivers at the deprivation.

The first few hits were tentative, a sort of necessary test to make sure this territory was one both men were eager to traverse. But as Dean's cock ruts against Castiel's bare back and Castiel's leaks against his own belly, their bodies seem in accord that this investigation was wholly necessary and entirely worthwhile.

Dean has some idea on how this is supposed to go. After all, he is a thirty something year old man with an incredible WiFi connection and a varied sexual appetite. He is sure he is supposed to say all sorts of domineering things, words that would coax submission. He's supposed to talk about obedience: to commend Castiel's ability to follow orders and to discipline any lack of decorum or deference. Dean is sure he is supposed to use force to remind Castiel he is not all powerful, that he can be put in his place. He is sure he is supposed to be clinical, methodical, in charge. But in this moment, with a being beneath him that can level cities without losing his breath, that smites demons with no more than his touch, Dean doesn't feel any degree of control. In fact, he feels utterly overwhelmed by Castiel's willingness to give into his every whim.

He should tell him what plans he has for his body. How he is going to taunt and tease him, how he plans to bring him to the edge and back again, how he is going to make Castiel beg for mercy. He has all those words arranged in his mind, carefully curated from the best smut his mind has seen. But in this moment, as Castiel whimpers yes and more and please, there is only one thing Dean can manage to get out of his mouth.

I love you.

The three words repeat over and over, as if on a loop.

I love you as he lands a hand on that ever reddening expanse of skin, over and over again. Blow after blow born not out of anger nor resentment, but a sign of their mutual wreckage. Out of an emotional intensity that propels and seeks physical force to match what lives inside both men.

I love you as his fingers dip in and out of Castiel's mouth, as they pull at his hair. As the angel whispers and whimpers while his eyes fill with tears. Tears born not out of desperation or regret, but the limits of this vessel. A body's desperate attempt to match the fullness of the bond between two souls.

A chorus of I love you's as teeth print bruises on shoulders, necks and wrists. As Dean's nails leave trails of red in their wake.

An I love you shakes from Dean's throat as his fingers dig into Castiel's flesh, just before his tongue dives wildly at the angel's entrance.

He mutters I love you into the small of Castiel's back as a solitary slick finger passes the breach. One insistently moving forward, then another, opening and closing as Castiel pleads for him to go harder, faster, deeper.

An I love you stretched out as long as it takes for his body and Castiel's to become one, as his full length becomes engulfed by the angel's heaving body. An I love you for every forceful thrust, exceedingly inarticulate as flesh pounds into flesh, as the fading red of Castiel's form becomes crimson once more, Dean possessed by a need to consume, destroy, wreck the body pulsating beneath his own.

I love you as the angel can take no more, his head turning towards the ceiling as his eyes roll back, releasing his pleasure onto the headboard and pillow before him. I love you with a minute of unrestrained movement, of forcing his body to plunge deeply into the warmth of Castiel's, to seek the oblivion hidden deep within.

An I love you as Dean approaches the summit and reaches the peak, holding onto Castiel as if his life depended on it.

Followed by a key in a lock, a perfect fit.

Two bodies falling prostrate.

Two sets of lips finally meeting.

Two I love you's spoken in unison.

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