Neon Lights

Chapter 6 - Video Games

[A/N: Okay, here's the smut for realsies! Also, please calm your butts about my Outsiders ref...I'm worried you're gonna stop breathing and have an aneurism...be safe! Read on, my gayward sons! xoxo, Garnent•.•]
•Castiel's POV•

He yanked me inside and shoved me against the wall, just like he did when I first arrived on Friday. He kissed me roughly, balling my shirt in his hands. He wedged a knee between my legs, causing intoxicating friction.

I almost let out a moan, but I caught myself. No, this time, I'm the king. I gripped his shoulders tight and flipped us around, shoving him against the wall, to which he gasped quietly. "Cassie!" He laughed, "Your turn to be the dominant one, I see!"

"Shut up," I growled, open-mouth kissing him and moving a hand down where his knee was on me, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, chuckling, "I'm officially obsessed with this side of you!"

I smiled to myself. Good job, Me, keep it up. I felt confident, any doubts washing away. Dean likes this, a lot, and he's writhing against the wall at my touch.

I ran my spare hand through his hair, feeling his hot breath fan across my nose. "Fuck, Cas," Dean groaned, deep and needy, "Stop being so good...I can't take it!"

"You want more, Dean-o?" My turn to call him names, "You're gonna have to beg me for it."

I surprised myself with how rough and growly my voice sounded, so commanding, and it seemed to have some effect on Dean as well. He made some sort of internal 'mmnnphh' noise, grabbing my trench coat and yanking it off greedily, "Please, Cas, fucking please!"

"My name isn't Cas," I pointed out, bleeding him dry.

"Fucking Hell...Castiel! Castiel, please...!" He yelled, grinding his hips against my hand to extract more of that wonderful friction.

"That's better," I purred quietly, still appalled at myself. I never even knew I had this dark side, but Dean seems to love it. I moved my hand away, running both hands up his shirt gently, brushing lightly up his crisp form and over his nipples, which made him flinch.

"Uhhg," Dean groaned aloud, "I can't handle this, Castiel!"

I kissed the tip of his nose, "I know baby. I know."

I could almost feel his hatred bubbling under his skin as he grew more and more irritated at my teasing. I brought my hands out from under his shirt, placing them on his shoulders for just a moment.

I looked him in the eyes the whole time I slowly slid down, trailing my hands along his body to rest them on his thighs as I ended in a crouching position. I kissed the zipper of his jeans and relished as he hissed a curse almost silently under his breath.

I undid his belt as slow as humanly possible, undoing the button and fly and pulling them down. I kissed the bulge again and he tangled his hands through my hair. "Fuck's sake, Castiel, how do you even..."

I looked up, passing him the most seductive glance I could manage, and slipped a hand down his boxers. Another hushed curse escaped his lips. He's too proud, he's trying not to admit I'm pulling him apart. As if I can't tell, Dean.

With my spare hand, I slowly pulled the garment down to meet his jeans, allowing my hand to properly jerk him off. "Oh, Castiel..."

He's not even daring to call me Cas anymore. That's my effect on him - strong, sure, dominant.

Dominant Castiel. I like this side of myself. It's new and exciting.

"Oh, fuck, Castiel, fuck..." He swore, moaning from deep within his chest. Here goes nothing. Am I ready to suck a dick? Absolutely not. But here I am, as Dominant Castiel, doing it anyway.