destiel oneshots- fluff and smut

2 (smut)

hands.
that's what they were, but that's not what they felt like.
cas sighed when he felt them trail across his jawline, down to his adam's apple, where they gently gripped, and dean nipped at cas' collar bone, before trailing down his body.
cas felt weak, arms stretched across either sides of the bed, and held by the enochian hand cuffs.
"jesus-" cas moaned softly, breathlessly, when he felt dean's hand grab at cas' bulge, and he moaned at the feeling of those damned hands rubbing the head of his cock.
"dean," dean bit his lip at the sound of his name in that sweet voice, making him hard.
"hmm?"
"please," dean rubbed harder and cas moaned and strained his eyes, throwing his head to one side.
"god, please,"
"please what?"
"don't make me say it," dean rubbed his index finger against the enter of cas' prostate.
"hmm?" cas could barely speak, one hand moved from cas' neck to gripping his cock, the other lined up with cas' prostate, moving in circles around the hole.
"god, just fuck me," cas finally spoke louder than anticipated, but sam wasn't home, and dean felt his cock strained against his boxers, and he bit his lower lip harder, tilted his head.
"please, dean," cas moaned again.
dean shoved a finger, slowly into cas' hole, only underwear coming between them. cas moaned, and dean pulled down his underwear, taking cas' cock in one hand and slowly rubbing it, precum falling making his left hand sticky.
"god, fuck me dean," cas moaned, and dean shoved a lube-coated finger into cas, which made him gasp and moan and fight the handcuffs, which just turned on dean even more.
"p-please,"
dean moved his middle finger inside and out, making cas sigh and moan as it got easier, more pleasure-filled.
soon, he pulled out, which made cas bite his lip, and dean pull down his boxers, revealing his rock-hard cock, and put it at cas' entrance, who nodded like a madman when dean looked up at him.
"god-FUCK," cas moaned loudly when he felt the large cock plow through him.
"shit," dean moaned softly at the wrap-around, and cas moaning was more than enough to almost throw dean over the edge.
dean put his hand back over cas neck as he shoved himself in and out of his lover.
"dean-" cas moaned, and dean didn't take his eyes off him, his expressions turning him on even more.
"inside," cas finally moaned, and dean's lower lip slid out of the grip his teeth had, and he threw his head back.
"god i'm gonna," dean finally moaned.
"go inside me," cas moaned.
"i'm fucking gonna," his voice cracked deeply when he spoke, and finally moaned loudly, making cas nite his lower lip when he came inside cas, who strained his eyes and felt dean's weight crumble on top of him when he fell.
"god, we need to use those handcuffs more often," cas spoke through a breathless laugh when dean reached a hand to cas' mouth, making him taste his lover's cum.