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"So...", you start as you hear the motor of the Impala roar outside and then slowly fade away as the Winchesters drive towards their next case.
"Guess we have some alone time, eh?" You grin. Castiel is standing behind the table in the living room, his hand clutching the chair either out of anticipation or nervousness. Maybe both. "I think that is correct", he says and you smile at him, trying your best to walk seductively with rocking hips as you come closer.
"Did you have any... any plans for tonight?", you ask. The boys had announced that morning that they'd leave for a case and you had been looking forward to it the entire day. Your... boyfriend Castiel and you never seemed to get any "alone-time" and the few hours you spent together were basically cuddling, talking and if you were lucky, there sometimes was sex. Tonight however, you knew that the guys wouldn't return, and as much as you loved the way Cas handled you when you usually slept together, gently and carefully, you really did wonder if there was more to him.
You had seen him kill, fight and protect you, and you were curious if he might show his strength in bed some time too.
Standing in front of him now, you got on your toes and kissed him. He cupped your face, slowly leaning into the passionate embrace. "Cas...", you whisper, as his hands clutch your waist gently. "How about... we try something new tonight." He lets go of you. "Something new?", he asks. "I do not understand what you mean."
You shrug and suddenly explaining exactly what you wanted seemed stupid and embarrassing. "Can we... do it a little... different this time?" He looks at you confused. "Do you not... Do you not like it the way we usually... cooperate?" "No! I mean, yes I do! It's amazing! Really is. But... I'd love it to be a little more... rough. Not the spanking and the choking, but the <let's-do-it-hard-against-the-wall-with-scratchmarks-from-my-nails-on-your-back> kinda way. If you want." He still stares blankly at you. "You know, forget it, it's... let's just roll with it and..." "Do you want me... to take more control over you? Be... dominant?" You stare at him and he sighs. "I have been thinking about this... I just wasn't sure if you... if you liked it like that."
"That's the thing, Cas... I don't know! I've never tried anything like that, but..." You put on a mischievous smile, at least as mischievous as you could manage. "But I'd love to try it." He smiles too, and before you know it he has gripped your waist tight, lifted you up and sat you down on the table. As you relax your legs he parts them and presses between then and the pressure in your lower abdomen increases strongly, paired with the passionate, wet kiss Castiel presses on your lips.
"God...", you whimper, gripping his coat tighter and rubbing against him. "Is this... what you had imagined", he asks between kisses. "More..", you bring out and start dragging the coat off his torso. Soon the trench hits the floor, followed by your blouse which Castiel rips in half, not without hesitating a second before and looking at you, waiting for you to nod as permission.
His shirt gets the same treatment and you hear him groan as you run your fingers over his bare chest. "Bloddy... hell..", you bite your lip as he starts fumbling with your jeans and you help him by leaning back so he can pull them off of you.
Sitting on the living room table in your underwear, a panting, topless Castiel standing in front of you, examining your body as if he had never seen it before, is definitely a first.
"No need to stop now", you say and smile, licking your lips. Castiel grins back. "Just enjoying the view", he comments, and starts opening his belt. "Let me help you with that."
You glide off the table, unbuckle his belt and kneel down in front of him as you tuck on his pants. "Mother of sin...", the angel hisses as you lick you way up his inner thigh. Giggling against his skin you continue your way, until you take him in your mouth, looking up at him in the as innocently as you can. "You'll be the death of me, ____", he exhales.
A few more movements up and down his shaft, accompanied by your hands playing against his flesh, and his breathing is as heavy as ever. "Up", he commands, and with one last, playful swirl of your tongue, you obey.
"You little... mean... girl", he groans, as he pulls you closer and kisses your neck. "You're driving me crazy... and you know it." His hands grab you harder than he usually does. It doesn't hurt, not even close, but the unusual pressure on your skin makes you moan.
"Can't say I know how I might drive you... crazy", you say as you continue to kiss each other, your hands on his back, holding on tight.
"Oh, you know it, sweetheart. Those looks. Those random touches when the boys are around... always hasty and to the point, so they won't see... God, it's a miracle I haven't gone insane!"
Your grin widens and before you can comment on what he said, he sealed your mouth with a kiss. His hands moved lower and grabbed you, lifting you onto his hips. To regain balance he pushed you up against the wall, and his right hand moved between your legs, touching you in the same rhythm his tongue caressed your lips.
"Castiel... please...", you pant heavily. "Oh kitten, you shouldn't start begging now! We have the whole weekend! Maybe longer..." His fingers continue their miracle work and the images before your eyes of him and you in various places around the bunker, doing what you were doing now, made you dizzy already.
"Are you...", instead of asking as usual if you really are ready, even though he should usually be able to judge from your wetness, he breaks off mid-sentence and lifts you higher, lowering you down on him slowly, careful but determined. Clutching your legs tighter around him, feeling the cool wall against your back you shut your eyes and enjoy the feeling of total intimacy with your angel.
"Castiel...?", you  mumble into his neck, while he stays in that position for a few seconds, filling you completely, not moving, just pressing up against you.
"Yes, dear?", he whispers. "Fuck me."
You can feel him smile against your skin and tightening his grip so you won't fall. As he starts to rock his hips, move against you and make you moan with every new thrust, the only thing you can concentrate on is the pleasure thrumming through your body.
"Don't stop... Castiel... harder...", you beg, not even sure what kind of words are coming out of your mouth.
Digging your nails into his shoulder blades you suddenly realise the world around you got a little darker, and to contrary belief Castiel's thrusts really did get harder, slamming you up against the wall, his hand shielding your head so you wouldn't hurt yourself.
"Your... wings...", you pant in disbelief. A big pair of black wings had formed on his back, moving in his rhythm and pushing into you more powerful than before. "Holy... Cas... oh my... god!" You stare at him and he smirks, covering you lips with his and kissing you senseless.
"You... okay?", he breathes between thrusts. You nod accompanied by a high pitched "Hm-hm!" His grin is as mischievous as ever and before you know it, the pressure in your body tightens to one, big knot in your stomach, until it explodes and you scream your lovers name, muffling it by biting into his shoulder.
Triggered by your reaction your feel Castiel shiver and finally pulse inside you, thrusting one more time deep into you and remaining there, his body going limb. With his last resources and his wings balancing he carries you to the sofa and you two lie down, bodies intertwined, your hands caressing his back where your nails had left there marks.
"I hope... that was what you.. uhm... were hoping for, ____", Cas mumbles as he kisses your hair. "Better. Oh, so much better", you whisper. "Your... your wings", your hands ghosts above them until Cas nods and you touch the soft feathers. "You're beautiful", you say and smile. "So are you, angel", he answers and kisses you gently.
"I love you", you mumble. "And I love you ", Castiel answers you, and feeling the goose bumps on your skin, his wings wrap around the two of you, slowly drifting away and cuddling up together.

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