Letters to Teacher

Chapter Six

Dean hesitated slightly, before wrapping his arms around Cas and leaning down to capture his lips. He told himself to be soft and go slow, but all of that went out the window when Cas moaned against his lips. From that point, the kissing became frantic.

Dean grabbed Cas' ass, pulling his up and pushing him against the wall. Cas wrapped his legs around Dean, forcing him to moan as his cock was now pressing agasint the ass he so badly wanted to be inside of.

"Cold," Castiel said against Dean's mouth.

"Sorry," Dean laughed.

Dean set Castiel down onto his feet and reached to turn the water off. Not enough hot water had regenerated to allow for as much fun as they could have in the shower. They could save it for another time; assuming there would be another time.

Grabbing a couple towels, Dean dried Castiel off before drying himself off. He then picked up Castiel and carried him to his room, putting him into the bed.

Dean stood at the end of the bed, looking over the man he loved laid out on his bed. It had been a very long time since someone had been in his bed and none that had ever made him this nervous. Castiel was different then all the rest.

"What?" Castiel asked up to him.

"You're beautiful," Dean almost whispered. He had never really called another man beautiful to his face. It was a strange feeling but the words were true. Castiel was truly beautiful.

Castiel put his arm over his eyes, but Dean could see the blush creep from his face and down his neck. Dean was just as sure that no one had ever called him beautiful before.

Dean kneels down onto the bed, his fingers ghosting over Castiel's feet, which he quickly learns are quite ticklish.

Slowly, Dean leaned forward and kissed lightly at Castiel's ankle before trailing kisses up his legs, to his stomach, his chest, his neck, until finally slotting himself between Castiel's legs and kissing him, soft but quickly growing frantic. Dean couldn't get enough and from the noises Castiel was making, neither could he.

Dean begins to make his way back down Castiel's body, taking time to kiss, lick and occasionally nibble over little piece of skin.

When Dean found himself between Castiel's legs again, he stopped, taking in the sight before him. Castiel truly was beautiful and Dean wasn't sure what he had done to deserve this.

"You're killing me," Castiel breathed out, causing Dean to laugh.

"Patience," Dean smiled up at him.

"I've never really been good with ..."

Before Castiel could finish his sentence, Dean bit at the skin on his inner thigh, rubbing his stubbled face against Castiel's cock. Castiel let out of moan, spreading his legs wider, inviting Dean to do whatever he pleased.

A few more little bites and Dean turned them into light kisses against his skin as he made his way up the length of Castiel's cock. Once he reached the head, Dean slipped it into his mouth, sucking lightly.

"Oh, god," Castiel cried out.

"Mmm," Dean moaned around the tip of Castiel's cock.

Dean took his time with Castiel, licking his way down the shaft and then back up to the tip. Castiel was squirming beneath him, coming apart in the most beautiful of ways. Dean could have him like this forever, but he knew what Castiel wanted, and he wanted it badly as well.

"Dean," Castiel reached down, grabbing Dean's hair between his fingers. "I am not going to last."

That was just what Dean wanted.