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As Cas stares at the invitation his best friend just handed him, he can’t help but want to strangle her. “We don’t even get to pick our own?” he asks. “You’d think if your plan is to throw a Halloween sex party, you’d at least let people pick their own partners.”
Charlie grins in that mischievous way Cas has learned to love and hate. “I know better than all of you. And this isn’t mandatory, Cas. If you don’t like who I paired you with, you don’t have to sleep with them. We still like consent, y’know.”
Sighing, Cas glances back down at the costume card he was given. “I still think you could’ve picked a better costume for me than Bucky Barnes, though I appreciate that you’re at least letting me wear his army uniform and not the post-Winter Soldier madman one.”
Her smile only grows. “Trust me, your partner will appreciate the clean-cut Bucky a little more, I think. I’m not new here.”
“Are you sure?” he teases. “If you’re opening up to the whole of the Marvel universe, I don’t think Bucky is my best match.”
“No, but your partner is, and that’s what matters here.” She winks, then grabs her laptop bag and backpedals toward the door. “See you tomorrow night, Buck.”
He watches her go with a growing sense of dread. He’s only attended one of her Halloween parties before, and the no-strings-attached sex was exhilarating in the moment and depressing in the long run. Still, he trusts Charlie with everything he is, and she knows him as well as anyone. He might’ve kept his secret crush a secret, but Charlie has a way of knowing things she’s never told, so part of him hopes that maybe… just maybe… he’ll get at least one night with the man he’s been pining for. Or, maybe you’ve hid it too well and she’s going to pair you with Benny… again. Not the worst thing that could happen, but not the best, either.
Though as he gives it some more thought, he’d bet all the money in the world that she’s making Benny come as Bruce Banner, and if that’s the case… No, he scolds himself. Don’t even hope for it. Just get the damned costume and be a normal person for one night.
~
Dean’s pretty damn excited about Charlie’s Halloween party. It’s not that he has trouble getting laid, he never has, but there’s something about her parties that always excites him. It’s probably because he knows for a fact that he will be fucking one of their friends tonight, and there’s something about the taboo behind it that gets him hard — like incredibly hard. They’ll get drunk, fuck like animals all night, and then the next day they pretend it didn’t happen. What’s not to love?
It helps that all their friends are at the very least bi and attractive, so as Dean slides on his Captain America tights, he doesn’t have any worries about who he will be fucking tonight. Dude, chick, doesn’t matter, everyone knows Dean is a top and Charlie wouldn’t pair him with someone incompatible. Even still, he hopes it’s Cas.
Cas’ eyes have been driving him crazy all year, and he knows he won’t be able to go another one without knowing how it feels to sink inside him. It's at that moment that he realizes he never asked who his partner would be dressed as. If he had half a brain, he’d assume Bucky, but if Charlie was in a feisty mood, she might have gone with Iron Man… all he knows for sure is she wouldn’t do Peggy, so that eliminates all the chicks for the night. With a grin, he picks up his phone and sends her a text.
Dean: Stucky or Stony? I can’t remember who you ship, and if it’s not who I think it is, you and I will also be having a very heated debate tonight.
As per her rules, no one is allowed to say who they’re dressing as prior to showing up, so really he doesn’t have a clue who it will be regardless. Still, he sits on his bed to check his friend’s Snapchats and waits for her response with his leg shaking. I shoulda pissed before I put this on. When his phone vibrates, he forgets all about going to the bathroom and hastily switches to her message thread.
Charlie: The only thing I’ll tell you about that is Tony belongs with Pepper. Figure it out.
Figure it out. Okay then, Buck… unless this is one of her weird ships that I don’t know about. She shipped Arrow and the Flash because she believed Flash was the only one who could catch him. With a sigh, he stands and stops trying to guess. The only way to really know is to just go, so after a bathroom stop, he grabs his shield and jumps into Baby.
When he steps foot on the porch, he can hear the music playing through the wood and takes a breath before barging in the door and jumping on the nearest chair. “Cap is here y’all, and yeah, you’re all welcome to stare at America’s ass. It looks so good in these tights I wish I could fuck me.”
He’s met with silence until he turns around to show off that ass, and the cheers that follow boost his ego more than he ever could himself. Gonna be a good night.
~
Cas stares up at America’s ass in disbelief. He already wants to hurt every person in this room that started clapping, but the sheer joy on the face of the man wearing the costume reminds him of one, very important thing: Dean Winchester truly believes that Steve Rogers is America’s ass, and so despite Charlie’s efforts to give Castiel exactly who he wanted, it may not play out like that anyway. As Dean shakes his ass for the room full of admirers, Cas huffs and straightens his beige tie. Oh, so it’s going to be like that.
He grabs himself a drink as Dean makes his way over, and when their gazes meet, there’s something there that Cas can’t quite pinpoint. “Hey, Buck. I’m diggin’—” Dean waves his hand and gestures to Cas’ entire body “— all of this.”
He taps Cas’ hat and bites his bottom lip in a way that’s so endearing Cas nearly forgets that he’d just hit on every single person in the room.
“Are you? I’m pretty sure this outfit makes me America’s ass’s ass, so I’m not sure how to feel about that,” he lies. He knows damned well how he feels about it, and it’s thankfully hidden by his pants.
Dean’s face is unreadable as he starts rummaging around the small makeshift bar, and when he finally turns back around he has two shots for them. “At least you didn’t have to wear a wig, right?”
“I suppose.” Cas holds his shot glass up and smiles slightly, bracing himself for what he’s about to ask. “Are you disappointed?”
“Not at all, Cas. This is what I was hoping for. A-Are you?” Dean asks, the fear evident on his face as he averts his gaze.
Cas catches Charlie watching them and rolls his eyes slightly, even as relief floods his system. “Not at all, Cap. So then—” he raises his shot glass higher “— to not being disappointed.”
Dean visibly relaxes and brings their cups together, then takes it with a grin. “Fuck, I thought you were for a second there. When you said you didn’t know how you felt, I th— never mind. More drink or you wanna go bob for dongs?”
The tequila burns a little as it goes down, but Cas is thankful for it. “I just meant I didn’t know how to feel about being an ass’ ass, because it sounds like something I shouldn’t want to be. To your question… both? One more shot and then I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“Oh, will you?” Dean teases, pouring them even bigger shots than the last time. “For the record, you’re not an ass, but you do have an amazing one.”
The smirk that spreads across Cas’ face is genuine. “Thank you. Luckily for you—” he takes the shot “— It’s all yours tonight. As many times as you want it.” He sets the glass down and moves past Dean, swinging his hips as he walks to the giant tub Charlie filled with dildo’s. The side has a sign that says “Bottoms Only” which both offends him and makes him laugh, but as some others gather around, he thinks he knows exactly why Charlie did it this way.
As he stands around the tub with a Loki, a Black Widow, a Peter Quill and a Pepper, he has to laugh. “First of all, Black Widow doesn’t belong here. She’s a top if I’ve ever seen one.”
Lisa rolls her eyes and fixes her wig. “Charlie ships her with Bruce, so…”
“So… what? This changes nothing.” Cas leans forward to brace on the side of the tub and winks at Charlie, but he’s not sure she notices him thanks to the eyepatch. “Director Fury!” he calls, and Charlie turns quickly.
“Oh, it’s that time, huh? Get ready, bitches. Time to Bob for Dongs. And remember, if you catch it in your mouth, it’s yours to keep. Winner probably just gets laid first.”
With a glance back at Dean in those impossibly tight pants, Cas lets out a breath. Okay, Novak. Let’s do this.
~
Dean’s confidence is back in full swing now, and watching Cas bend over that barrel has Dean walking closer for a better view. “C’mon, Cas. I’m gonna need us to get first dibs on that room.”
“Don’t worry. No one in this room enjoys sucking cock as much as I do. Hold my hands, Captain Rogers.”
The invitation alone has Dean gripping both of his hands behind his back with one of his and the other naturally resting on his hip. “Don’t come back up without one, sweetheart.” To motivate him further, Dean tugs him back a little to press his crotch against Cas’ amazing, tight ass, and then he helps him bend more. “Also, don’t drown.”
The second his head is underwater, Dean turns to Charlie and tells her to get him a towel. No one else is assisting their partners, but he’s far too committed to showing Cas how it feels to be pinned by his strong grip and he ignores all the faces he can see staring at him.
Pretty much every single one of them knows how bad he’s wanted to fuck Cas, and the ones that didn’t were just in denial, but when Cas comes up before everyone else and all anyone sees is the balls and base of that dildo, every one of their jaws drop.
Holy shit. I’m in love. “Charlie, towel. Now. These tights aren’t made for boners.”
She tosses him one quickly as water drips down Cas’ gorgeous skin. “How big is it, Cas?”
“Nngh.” He pulls his hands out of Dean’s grip and grabs the base, slowly pulling it out — all nine inches of it.
“If you think just one night is gonna cut it—” Dean leans into his ear and whispers “— you’re mistaken.”
He nips that ear for good measure and starts drying Cas off, their bodies still pressed together so he can feel the twitch of Dean’s fat cock.
“I was hoping it wouldn’t be.” Cas grinds back, distracting him for a moment. “At least we get to keep the dildo. It feels good in my throat.”
“Well he’s comin’ too. You’re gonna be stuffed full on both ends when we fuck tonight, baby.” Unable to help it, Dean’s palm slides down Cas’ uniform and stops dangerously close to his cock, and when he starts to kiss along Cas’ neck, Charlie yells at them.
“Get a room. Literally, and then come back before round two. We have more games but you won fair and square.”
With a mischievous grin, Dean bites the skin and lifts Cas up off the ground to move faster. “You ready, Cas? If you want me to hit the brakes, I will. Last chance to keep ‘im in the cage.”
“Would be a boring party then, wouldn’t it?” Cas asks breathlessly. “No, I want you to fuck me and send me back out there to play games filled with your come.”
Dean nearly trips as he turns down her hallway, and once they’re finally alone, he kicks the door closed and sets him down. “Now I’m torn between fucking you in this hot ass costume, and — never mind, I need to see all of you.”
He steps in to start on Cas’ tie and leans in for their first kiss. The second their lips touch, everything else melts away and all he sees, feels, smells is Cas.
Judging by the shiver that races down Cas’ spine, he feels it too, but getting both costumes off is a bitch. “Is it sad the sex will probably take less time than that did?” Cas asks as he kicks off the last piece of clothing. “They should’ve put a fly in those tights.”
Dean shakes his head with a laugh and kisses again, lifting Cas up off the floor again and laying him back. The dildo sits on the bed next to them, but Dean’s first concern is getting himself inside of him.
Stripping himself away is painful, but he grabs the lube Charlie set out and goes right back to his spot, this time kissing his way down Cas’ torso to taste him for the first time.
The moment he sucks him in, Cas’ body bows and he grips the sheets beside him. “Oh gods. Dean…”
He’s as good as Dean thought he would be, and although Cas looks like he’s already teetering the edge, Dean doesn’t let up. He has no intentions on letting up now.
~
Having Dean’s mouth on him is incredible. He ruts up, desperate to come, but all sensation ceases before he can. Cas’ eyes snap open to see Dean smiling up at him like the biggest asshole on the planet.
“You thought…?” Dean clicks his tongue and shakes a finger at him. “No, no, Castiel. No coming until I’m inside you.”
He’d be angry if he didn’t want exactly that bad enough to beg for it. “Then don’t waste time. I prepped before I came here.”
“Good.” Dean pushes in two fingers and moans, a pleased look overtaking his features, but it ends almost as quickly as it begins and he’s moving to hover over him. Dean strokes, slicking his long, thick cock and then nudging at Cas’ hole. “I didn’t hear a please… c’mon, Castiel. Let me hear you beg.”
Godsdamnit. He grunts, trying not to, but every inch of him wants to obey Dean. “Please,” he whispers. “Please, Dean… I need you.”
Dean gently bites Cas’ nipple with a satisfied hum, and Cas isn’t sure if he imagines the “good boy” that follows or if it really happened — but the insistent twitch of his cock is real enough as Dean slowly eases into him. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Dean moans, and all Cas gets out is a whimpered little noise that he’d be embarrassed about if this didn’t feel so good.
He rocks his hips, rolling to feel Dean’s cock moving inside of him as the space between them lessens. “Does this mean I can come now?” he rushes out, but the responding “no” comes too fast as Dean buries his face in Cas’ neck and bottoms out. Breathing becomes difficult as all the attention he has turns on Dean. He wraps his legs around that strong body and gets lost there — in the scent of him, the size of him, the sheer possession in each rough thrust that follows until he’s nearly screaming with the need to let go.
Dean pulls out.
“Wh—”
“Not yet, Cas. Waited too damn long for this.” He strokes himself as he stares down at Cas’ shaking, flushed body. “And if you think Cap doesn’t tease the shit outta Bucky in bed, you haven’t been watchin’ the same movies I have.”
The joke snaps Cas out of it and he flips them in an instant, wrapping a hand around Dean’s throat to keep him down as he uses the other to line him up and sink down again. “And if you think James Buchanan Barnes doesn’t make Cap pay for it, you’re just oblivious.”
For a moment, Cas thinks he’s won. He rides Dean until he looks blissed-out enough to finally let him come, but suddenly, Dean chuckles. “Fuck, Cas.” He squeezes his hips to slow him down, leaving tiny, fingerprint-shaped specs in his wake. “This isn’t America’s… ass’… ass or whatever the hell you said. It’s my ass. Never felt somethin’ so good.”
“I kn—”
Again, they’re flipped, but this time Dean pulls out long enough to roll him over. He shoves that massive thing back inside of him before Cas can utter a word, and the next thing he knows, Dean’s hot breath is ghosting over his neck and the back of his ear. “Now you can come.”
He barely has time to grip the sheets before Dean’s fucking him hard enough to rock the bed. The frame slams against the wall over and over as Dean splits him in two, and the friction of Cas’ straining, leaking cock against the sheets finally pushes him over.
He screams when he comes, knowing too well that everyone in that house just heard him. Unfortunately, he has no idea if he moaned Dean’s name or Steve, and those continued, brutal thrusts make it hard to think about anything at all.
“You want me to fill you up, Cas? I wanna come in your fucking lungs so bad it’s insane, but I—” his thrusts become slower, but harder and so deep it makes Cas try to squirm forward “— need to breed you, Cas. Fuckin’ need it.”
His back arches as he tries to push himself to all fours, but there’s no escaping… not that any part of him truly wants to. The tighter Dean holds him, the more forcefully he pins them together, the surer Cas becomes that he’s been ruined for anyone else. “Do it, Dean,” he whispers. “Please. Let me feel it.”
“Cas…” Dean bottoms out, humping him as he empties, and Cas swears he comes again, too.
He can’t catch his breath, but who cares? Let it run as far away as it wants, he can die happy. He’ll never have sex better than that, there’s no way. He’s good.
~
“Holy shit, Dean.”
For a moment, all Dean can do is huff into his neck. He’s riding a high he doesn’t ever want to come down from, and more than that, he doesn’t want to pull out. He’d live and die right here in this spot if it were possible, and the way Cas is smiling into the void tells Dean he feels the exact same. “Yeah, holy shit is pretty damn accurate.”
He places soft kisses on every inch of skin he can reach without exiting him, and Cas turns his head to catch him in a real one soon enough. It’s all tongue and tugged hair and need until someone knocks on the door, making them pull apart.
“Alright! I know you both came, we heard it! Open up the room for someone else!” Charlie yells, and Cas deflates.
“She’s right. I hate her, but she’s right.”
“I hate her too.” Dean kisses Cas again and then pulls out painfully slowly. “I meant it, by the way. I’m not done with you yet.”
The groan Cas releases is cute. “Good. Let’s go win more games and earn the room again.”
“You’re a genius,” Dean says, slapping his ass playfully and then leaning down to bite the handprint. “Wanted this a long time, Cas. Longer than you could guess.”
“So have I.” He rolls over and sits up, pulling him into a slow, steady kiss, then gets off the bed and sways slightly. “I do not want to put that costume back on.”
“I don’t care. Get your perfect, tight, beautiful ass in that uniform. How are we going to win without the costume? You know Charlie wouldn’t let us.”
Cas pouts, but puts everything back on except for the hat. “If you can go without the mask, I can leave the hat behind.”
With a playful, narrowed gaze, Dean corners him against the wall and runs his hands down Cas’ sides to his hips. “Deal. But you need to kiss me at least 31 more times tonight. Y’know, since it’s Halloween and all.”
“At least.” Cas kisses him again, rougher this time, but Charlie knocks louder to remind them they need to get out.
“Fuck off, Red!” Dean barks, but he pulls back and takes Cas’ hand anyway. “Come on, she’s lucky I’m thirsty.”
When they walk through the door, Dean is once again greeted with applause. Cas rolls his eyes but the smirk budding is still evident enough that he can’t quite hide it, and Dean doesn’t even try to mask it. He holds Cas’ hand a little tighter and steers Cas back by the bar. “Everyone get a shot.”
When they do, they all look like they expect him to say something profound before their toast but really, he only has one thing to cheers to tonight. “To Cas having the best ass I ever fucked, and to him agreeing that this isn’t a one-time thing.” That was two things but whatever. “Drink, douchebags. Cas is mine now.”
A handful of people don’t drink — Lisa, Jo, even Benny, but the rest do and seem genuinely happy for them. Cas steals his attention quickly with another deep kiss, then bites his lip as he pulls away. “Which game next?”
“Uhh…” Dean has to shake his head to kickstart his brain again. “Uh, let's kick someone’s ass in eyeball pong. Who wants to play?”
Lisa volunteers too quickly. She moves to the side Dean’s on while Benny heads to the other with Cas, and Charlie stops in the middle long enough to say, “Play clean. Don’t be stupid. Got it?”
“It’ll be fine, chere,” Benny drawls. “Just a little good ol’ fashioned fun.”
“Ol’ fashioned fun. Means no cryin’ when I kick your Hulky ass.” Dean takes his stance and nudges Lisa playfully. “You bring your A game? I’m not above askin’ for a sub.”
“Why, doesn’t Cas obey well enough for you?” she quips. “We both know I would’ve.”
“What?” Dean rolls his eyes and looks at her like she’s every bit the idiot she is. “A substitute, asshat. Like as in a replacement for you when you miss these cups.”
She squints at him. “Miss, huh?” She bounces one of the ping pong balls on the table and the moment it hits her hand, she throws it and it lands in the cup just in front of Cas. “Wanna change your tone, partner?”
“Yeah, sure.” Dean turns back to the game and shrugs at Cas. “Drink up, babe.”
He does, and Benny cleans the ball as Dean takes his shot and makes it. “Oof. Roll back, thirsty boys.” His competitive side awakens as they get the balls back but when Lisa makes it again, Dean decides to go easy on Cas. He locks eyes with him and shoots, then looks down to see himself miss. “Well, fuck. Those eyes are just too pretty.”
“Ew.” Lisa shoves him playfully, then leans forward and pushes her arms in to show off her cleavage, but neither Benny or Cas look her way as they each take their shot and miss. They argue under their breath after, and Dean has a feeling there’s no hope here for them regardless. Lisa misses, but he makes his next, and after that, they drop cups like flies.
He offers Cas an apologetic smile when he finishes chugging all the beer, and then makes his way over to make it up to him. “Are you mad at me? Cause if you are, I’ll have to fix it… right now in the bathroom.”
“Yes,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of Dean’s costume. “Let’s go.”
~
Truthfully, he’s not mad at Dean at all — he knows he sucks at beer pong, but that’s not the only thing he’s about to suck. Cas tugs him into the bathroom and slams the door, then instantly drops to his knees. “Give me it.”
“Gettin’ a little bossy there, Castiel.” Dean bites his lip and does as told, shoving that costume down quickly and freeing his already hardening cock. “I forgot about that damn toy, but you can choke on this one instead, baby.”
“I plan on it.” Cas hums and puts his hands behind his back, then decides to show Dean exactly what he’s capable of. What he did with the dildo was only the beginning. He lets out a steady breath, relaxing his throat and jaw as he teases the tip of Dean’s cock.
He hisses, his leg tensing as he visibly fights the urge to take what he wants, and Cas almost wishes he would. “Fuck, you look so damn good down there, Cas.”
“Mm.” He sucks him in, working his tongue and bobbing until he’s got nearly all of it buried deep. This position reminds him of what they did earlier — he can still feel his stretched hole wanting to be filled by the very cock in his mouth, and he grunts, rutting into the air as he tightens his grip on his own wrist.
Suddenly, Dean loses all resolve. With a growl, he grips Cas’ hair and starts owning his mouth and throat, whispering how good Cas’ mouth feels over and over until he’s sure he’s going to ruin his costume without even being touched.
Whether he wants to admit it or not, giving over the control feels good. Really good, and Cas lets himself go pliant as Dean takes what he needs. When he spills down his throat, Cas can feel his legs shaking and his head slamming against the door. “Fuck, Castiel. That— fuck.”
He pulls off carefully, cleaning him off as he does. “Dean…” He glances down to wear his own length is nearly splitting his pants, then looks back up to meet Dean’s eyes. “I—”
“Stand up.” Before he even plants both feet Dean is shoving at his pants, lifting him, and setting him on top of the bathroom counter. “Come when you need to, Castiel.”
He sucks him in, and Cas doesn’t last long at all before he’s letting go and filling his mouth with a relieved sigh.
Dean sits there until Cas’ cock stops throbbing and then he gently slides off without spilling a drop. He shows the come to Cas, and then leans in to push it into his mouth with his tongue.
Right there, Cas knows for sure that he’s done. This is it, Dean’s the one for him. Full stop. He licks the taste of himself from Dean’s mouth as he pins them together, and the kiss lasts much longer than his come.
“One more game and then we’ll get outta here? Want you to come home with me.”
“Yes,” Cas whispers. “Absolutely.”
They exit the bathroom to less cheers this time, but Cas barely notices. He somehow managed to land Dean Winchester, and beyond just a single night. No one else in this house even exists.
“Who’s up for a little Pumpkin Twister?” Charlie yells, raising her cup higher. “Just the tops this time!”
Dean kisses his cheek quickly and jogs over, and Cas has the absolute fortune of watching what happens next. The way Dean moves is nearly something of legend, and it’s clear exactly why Charlie chose the tops for this instead of the bottoms. By the time Benny, Cole, Charlie herself and some guy Cas hasn’t met before fall and leave Dean as the flexible, muscular, gorgeous victor, Cas already has his stuff gathered up.
“Congratulations, Dean, that was very well done, now let’s go,” Cas rushes out, grabbing his arm and tugging him toward the door.
Charlie whistles to get his attention. “Wait! Don’t leave yet, we still have to do the awards!”
“I love you, Charlie, but we’ll get our awards when we get to Dean’s. We forfeit.”
The moment they’re outside, Cas turns and wraps his arms around Dean’s neck. “How many kisses do I owe you? I’m prepared to pay in full.” He brings their lips together before Dean can answer and melts as Dean scoops him up to carry him to the car. They don’t need awards. All they really need is this.
~
Dean decides he isn’t letting Cas walk anymore and scoops him up the second they get out of Baby. He needs him already, and he’s never felt such a knee jerking craving before in his life — if you don’t count pie, at least.
The walk to his room is full of shed clothing and sloppy kisses, but even though he lays Cas on his back, there’s something else he needs. “Ride me, Castiel. And then more kisses.”
Like at Charlie’s, Cas flips them and uses one hand to line Dean’s cock up and slides down inch by inch. “Gods, Dean… do you feel your come?”
“Hell yeah… you love being full of my come, sunshine?” Dean licks his hand and wraps it around Cas’ length, squeezing the base before he starts to match Cas’ movements. “Knew you’d be good, but damn… I’m fuckin’ hooked, Cas.”
“Me too, Dean. I can’t — you’re so —” he moans, starting to bounce as the come spreads on Dean’s cock to make it easier “— big.”
Dean couldn’t fight the cocky smile if he tried, and with yet another ego boost, Dean starts showing off. He meets every bounce with a powerful thrust and strokes Cas even faster. “Let me have it, baby. Want you to ride me with your come all on my face. Come for me.”
He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, and he doesn’t wait long for what he’s after. “Dean,” Cas grunts, spurting hot, delicious come exactly where he wanted it. Cas’ movements get erratic as he empties fully but keeps moving, gasping as his thighs start to shake.
The flavor of Castiel Novak nearly sends him over but he manages to hold off a few more moments, watching him as he blissfully spears himself on Dean’s cock. He loses his battle when he licks his lips and tastes more come, and after he pins Cas to fill him up once again, Dean collapses back with a sated grunt. “Why haven’t we been doin’ this all along? Friggin’ amazing.”
“Because we’re stupid.” Cas grins as he catches his breath, then leans in to lick the mess off Dean’s face. “Really, really stupid.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. You’re hot. All of you. We should take a shower and then do more of all of this. We’re covered in come.” Not that I’m complainin’, Dean thinks, leaning in to kiss the come out of his mouth. “Want to clean you just to cover you again. Is that weird?”
Cas pauses and kisses each corner of Dean’s mouth. “Not as weird as the picture I just got in my head. Let’s just say it involved rope and hours of being tied down while you come on every inch of my body.”
Dean’s entire body twitches at the visual and his eyes close tightly as he tries to come back to the moment. “Goddamn, Cas. We’re absolutely gonna have to do that.”
“Does this mean I don’t have to give you up?” Cas asks, trailing that sinful tongue down the column of Dean’s neck to his chest. “I don’t want anyone else.”
“Me either, Cas. Wanted you for hella long and now I got you. Call me selfish, but I don’t want anyone else touching you. You’re mine now.”
A soft, promising smile spreads across Cas’ face as he slowly slides off of him and reaches out to help him off the bed. “Then let’s not waste a second of it.”
“Don’t plan on it, Cas. I’m with you to the end of the line.”