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He sighs. Long commute is uncomfortable and boring, especially when the sky is so blue outside, the temperature just hot enough to enjoy it without suffering.
Castiel readjusts his skirt. His friend, Rowena, bought it and made pleading eyes, begging him to wear it. It’s a cute skirt, pleated, with yellow and black stripes. He looks like a bee and he can’t say he hates it. It’s just that he doesn’t feel comfortable in skirts. He feels exposed. The skirt fells above his knees, mid-thigh, and it’s too short for him. He keeps pulling on it.
The man next to him snickers at his fumbling with the hem and he feels his face getting hot. He looks down, embarassed. The man is handsome, an alpha if he can trust his nose, the soft spicy scent reaching him. He squirms under the alpha’s gaze, self-conscious.
He has been told he’s pretty, but he’s mostly clumsy and socially awkward. He struggles in daily interaction already, so he never knows how to act with strangers. The man softly smiles at him and he tries to smile back. It doesn’t work all the time. Sometimes his face stays still and people are confused. He has to focus to do it.
It seems to work, because the alpha comes closer. Castiel is panicking, because smiling is one thing but what is he going to do if the man talks to him ? The subway stops and a flood of people enter. He finds himself pressed against the man, who seems to enjoy the newly-found proximity. Castiel tries not to squirm but it’s hard, as he doesn’t have a pole to hold onto.
“You can hold onto me if you want.” A warm voice says in his ear. A shiver runs through his whole body. He never had such a reaction to someone before. The alpha offers his arm, and on Castiel’s shy nod, he loops it around his waist.
The contact sends an electric shock up his spine. Is the alpha hitting on him ? He can never tell. How is he supposed to know ? Maybe the alpha is just really nice. But who would hold someone like that just to stabilize them ? And if the alpha is hitting on him, how does it make him feel ?
He likes it, he tells himself after a while. The alpha is warm, his arm strong and his scent delicious. He breathes in it, discretely.
“You’re so pretty. ” The voice lowers, a whisper against his ear. “I’m Dean, what’s your name ?”
“Huh… Castiel.”
“Castiel, hmm, it sounds like an angel’s name.”
“It is.”
It’s weird, to be that close to the alpha. They don’t know each other and yet, they’re practically hugging. Castiel doesn’t have experience when it comes to those things. His parents are a bit traditionalist, so he has been encouraged to be chaste, demure and to focus on his studies. He doesn’t mind, it’s not like he wants to party every night and have hook-ups like some of his friends, so it doesn’t bother him. But he doesn’t get how those things work and he’s lost.
The hand on his waist strokes the skin through his top and he breathes in, surprised. It’s not unpleasant. Maybe he shouldn’t let a strange alpha touch him in a subway though.
“Am I bothering you ? ”
He shakes his head. The alpha makes him want. There a desire awakening in him and he doesn’t know how to process it but he wants more. There’s a warmth in his belly that’s unfamiliar.
A second hand is pressed on his thigh. Slowly, it bunches his skirt up and comes to cup his mound. He gasps. It’s warm, so warm. He raises wide eyes towards the alpha, who watches his face with attention.
“Do you want me to touch you ? Or do you want me to stop ? ”
He gulps. He should say no. It’s indecent. He’s in public, in the subway and an alpha has his hand up his skirt, touching his private parts. He should be outraged and say no to the man. He’s behaving like a slut. But his pussy is tingling, like it never did before.
“Please touch me. ” He whispers in the alpha’s ear, his face red, hoping no one will hear.
The alpha turns his head and kisses his cheek, a strong press of lips against his skin. His hips buck into the man’s hand.
“Oh angel, I’m gonna make you feel good. How do you like it ?”
The arm around his waist is tighter. He has to grab one the alpha’s shoulder for balance, as his legs get a bit weak.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you when you touch yourself ? ”
“I don’t.”
Dean looks at him, surprised.
“Never ? ”
Castiel shakes his head.
“And you’ll let me have your first time ? ” His tone is awed, like he’s moved to be allowed to touch him.
“Yes.”
The alpha kisses his neck and he shakes. A finger comes to press lightly on his clit, rubbing in almost imperceptible movements. The touch is so light he barely feels it, but on the other hand, he can feel hismelf react, pleasure beginning to bloom between his legs. The alpha takes his time, letting him get used to the unfamiliar touch.
The fingers on his panties move, slowly drawing tight circles on his slit. A thumb presses on his clit and he buries his face in Dean’s shoulder as pleasure sparks. It’s a new sensation, strong and disconcerting.
“Hold on tight, Castiel, let me take care of that sweet pussy. ”
He bites his lip at the man’s words. The fingers rub his clit, and he can feel himself getting wet. The alpha rubs into the wetness, making the friction even better. He bites a moan back. The fabric is slippery and it feels wonderful on his lips.
“So sensitive. ” He presses a kiss to Castiel’s temple. “Does it feel good ? ”
“Yes.” He closes his eyes, his head lolling on the man’s shoulder. It’s good. He never touched himself before, never felt the need to.
His panties are soaked. The man circles his hard nub and his legs shake, muscles in his genital area spasming. His hands tighten on Dean’s shirt.
“Like that pup ? Can I touch you under your panties now ? ”
He nods, eager, his body alert and tingling all over.
“So pretty.” The alpha presses his lips to Castiel’s mouth. It’s a chaste kiss, but it’s his first.
The hand dives into his panties. His slit is drenched. The fingers trace the crease between his lips, plunge to press against his entrance and gather slick, then come back to his swollen button. A whine escapes him.
It feels like he’s floating. It’s incredible how so much pleasure can come from such a small part of his body.
Dean strokes his clit with three fingers, his thumb above it and two under. He makes small movements, putting more or less pressure. Castiel’s legs are shaking, so weak that he’s now clutching to Dean not to fall. The alpha’s arm is strong around him and he feels surrounded by warmth and solid muscle.
He’s breathing fast, pleasure washing over him. Dean plays with his hood, exposing the hard and swollen nub and stimulating it directly.
“Dean...” He sobs.
“You ready to have your first orgasm ? Gonna come on my fingers ? ”
“Yes, yes !”
His face is mashed into Dean’s neck and he’s rutting against his hand. He’s still aware that they’re in public and that he’s letting a stranger touch him, but he doesn’t care anymore. No one seems to notice and he feels so, so good.
Dean removes his fingers from his clit and Castiel whines at the loss.
“Not yet. I want to make it last, make you enjoy it fully. ”
He presses his lips against Castiel and plays with his lower lip. The omega closes his eyes and opens his mouth, letting the other’s tongue enter. It’s surprising at first but he quickly gets into it. He follows the alpha’s movement, trying to replicate what he does.
Then Dean’s fingers return to his soaked pussy. He slides his fingers upwards, gathering slick to coat Castiel’s clit with it, then rubs in circle, pressing on the hard little ball of nerves. Slick is beginning to drip on his thighs. It seems to him that the wet sounds are loud, bit no one looks in their direction. The alpha smears the wetness all over his lips and lightly pinches his clit between two fingers.
Castiel jumps, another trickle of slick wetting his thighs.
“I’d love to put my mouth on you.” The alpha is panting a bit. “You could sit on my face, and I’d eat you out until you can’t take it anymore. ”
His heart is beating so fast he can hear the rush of blood in his ears. Then it explodes.
His body tenses, his pussy clenching and spasming, and all he can feel is pleasure. He has to bite himself not to scream. Dean is holding him firmly, otherwise he would be on the floor. He’s so wet. His pussy is gushing in Dean’s hand, the liquid running down his thighs and splashing Dean’s pants under the knee, where it’s not protected by the skirt. He’s shaking uncontrollably, hips pressing against the alpha’s hand, still rubbing him slowly. His clit has little spasms and he grinds on Dean’s hand until it’s too sensitive.
“You made a mess, Cas.” The alpha moans in his ear, aroused. “You gushed all over the floor, that’s so hot.”
He looks down, embarassed at the puddle between his legs. The hand slides out of his panties, that are beyond soaked at this point. The alpha licks his hand, making Castiel squirm in embarrassment. Then he wraps both of his arms around Castiel and kisses him deeply ok the mouth. They kiss like that, pressed against each other, losing sense of time.
When the subway stops, everyone gets off. A voice asks all the passengers to leave the train. He missed his stop.
They get out of the station holding hands.
“I want to see you again.” Dean says. “What do you think ? ”
“I’d love to. ”
His thighs are all wet. Dean’s pants too. They smile at each other, laughing.
When he comes home, his parents ask how was his day. He doesn’t tell them that he had his first orgasm in the subway, on the fingers of an unknown alpha.