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"Dean. Look at me."
Fuck
Cas's voice filled the room and bounced off of the walls. Dean was standing across from him in the kitchen, turned away. Cas still in the entry-way, having just come in from his coffee shop.
The thing about Cas was that he didn't look intimidating at all, really. He was normal stature, he didn't bother with his hair so the ends were always sticking up, he wore a suit underneath of a trench coat in the winter and he had glasses he was supposed to wear - but rarely did. He knew all of the orders of his regulars and handed them out with a soft smile, made the pastries that the shop sold himself with all of the love and care in the world, and the man read poetry and kept a tidy garden of both vegetables and flowers in his spare time at home.
But then there was Cas when he was with Dean.
Because yes, he kept a wonderful garden and seemed to be a tender soul.
But, also, he kept Dean, his sweet boy, perfectly tamed.
See, to the unknowing eye, Dean was just like any other scrappy mechanic. Crude, a little rude, and always messy. The callouses on his hands ran deep, a tinge of grease always coating his skin. He always had a snappy comeback or joke, never quite knowing when to quit. A true man's man, loved beer, burgers, and boobs.
But then there was Dean with Cas.
Because, yes, he was every girl's blue collar dream man.
But, also, he was Cas's.
They had been together all of their lives; starting off as friends in school and turning into much more in their late teens. Cas came out to Dean when he had turned 16, from a religious family, the kid was terrified. Dean was his keeper, though, always. He didn't officially come out until he was close to 20; but with how him and Cas were attached at the hip, everyone just knew.
And now, 15 years later, they know everything there is to know about each other; Cas especially knows when Dean is horribly guilty of something.
He cleared his throat, taking his coat off and hanging it on the rack beside of him. "I'm waiting." He said, curt. He knew Dean was stalling, that his resolve was already starting to crumble. He could see it in the way the man's shoulders were hunched; his muscles, tensed, but slowly starting to come undone. He kicked his shoes off next, not taking his eyes off of Dean, who still hasn't turned around. Bless his heart, Cas almost felt bad for him. Almost.
He knew how much Dean loved this, though.
He clicked his tongue against the roof of this mouth, "Dean." He said again, "Look at me."
Finally, Dean turned.
He looked over at Cas, licking his lips. He smirked, but his voice was small and cracked when he spoke, "You can't seriously be blaming me for what you started."
And there it was.
See, earlier this morning, when Cas had woken up, he was starved. Not for food, for Dean. The man was still asleep, but they had already established that didn't matter anymore. What Cas wanted, he got. If he didn't get it, he'd take it.
So, naturally, this morning when he woke up with his cock hard and his brain in the gutter, he took it out on Dean's thighs, fucking them hard and slow to not disturb Dean, until he came, waking the man up by biting at his neck.
Dean woke up just as needy as Cas had, and being woken up by a bite to the neck and being covered in cum….well, it was a great way to wake up, but he wasn't able to fully enjoy it.
Cas gave him a few more kisses but he was up and out of bed, coming back with a warm cloth to clean Dean up, telling him how he's so good and so beautiful Cas just couldn't help himself. "But, I have to get to work. The oven overheated yesterday so I wasn't able to finish all of my pre-baking and if I want full inventory when we open I have to leave….ten minutes ago. Be a good boy today, don't touch yourself or cum without me. You can wait until I get home, sweet boy."
Dean pouted, which prompted Cas to kiss him on the lips and mumble something about a reward. Dean didn't fully catch it, he was still trying to wake up and the blood from his brain was still in his dick so thinking wasn't coming very quickly.
Cas gave him one last kiss on the forehead, he was now fully dressed and Dean had no idea when that happened but okay, and before he knew it, Cas was telling him he loved him and heading down the hall; Dean heard the door shut when he left.
And then he was alone with his aching hard dick and his thoughts.
He decided to get up and take a shower, Cas had cleaned him off, sure, but still, he could use one. Better to be clean for later anyway, if Cas was in a mood like he seemed to be, Dean would want to be ready.
But the shower wasn't as clean as it should've been, Dean was washing himself and his hand found his dick, still half hard, and he couldn't help but to give himself a few strokes. But a few strokes turned into fully pleasuring himself on the memories of a few minutes ago, Cas's breathy grunts and mess of teeth and lips against his neck, the warm heat of it all. Before he knew it, Dean came. He wasn't trying to. Well, that was kind of a lie…He wasn't not trying to either. But could Cas really blame him? Just running off like that after leaving Dean such a mess?
"Dean." Cas spoke again, seeing that Dean was no longer with him and lost in thought, absolutely about whatever he had done this morning.
"You can't hide from me, boy. I see it all over your face. Looks like….Well, by the way your cheeks are flushed and eyes are glossy, it looks like someone touched themselves after I explicitly said not to….Hm? Am I close?"
Dean looked down towards the floor and bit his lip, before looking back up to Cas, determined to brat, "Like I said….You seriously can't be blaming me for something you started. Can't rile the dog up and expect it not to run around."
"I did start it, that's true. But I finished it as soon as I finished, and, it was more than finished when I cleaned you up and told you not to touch yourself or to cum without me. So, tell me, Dean, did you just touch yourself? Or did you also cum too?"
"What do you think?" Dean asked, the bite in his words not quite there. He couldn't help it, Cas was made of stone. Everything in him commanded the room as soon as he walked into it. It could be warm and soft and homey, sure, but right now? Right now it was solid as steel, calculated and cold as the ice blue of his eyes.
Cas walked over to Dean, his feet not making a sound against the floor. It almost looked like he floated over, he moved so fluidly, but every step he took was heavy with purpose. The tension hang heavy in the air, Cas stopping directly in front of Dean, pushing him up against the counter he had been standing in front of. "I think." He started, calmly, "That you got yourself off in your shower this morning. And I know that I'm right."
Dean swallowed, hard, Cas looking at him with all the intensity that he always held.
"Cat got your tongue? C'mon, I know you must have something smart to say, you always do."
Dean shook his head, slow, Cas's tone was almost sing-song when he talked. Like he was talking down to Dean, but not holding any actual weight to thinking Dean was less than him. It was contradictory, but it was Dean's favorite thing Cas would do.
And Cas knew it, too. He kept going. "I think, that since you wanted to touch yourself so badly, that I'm going to let you do it again. And again. And again. And you'll want to cum so bad, you'll be begging for it so pretty like I know you can. But I won't let you. Because when you're absolutely drooling for it, I'm going to sit in front of you, and I'm going to stroke myself, nice and slow. Just far enough from you to where you can't reach. Not that I'd let you touch even if you could, anyway. And You're going to match my speed with your own hand. And guess what? You still won't be able to cum. Not until I say you can. If I say you can." He smirked, Dean was putty in his hands at this point, "Does that sound good to you? Oh wait…I don't care."
Dean was his to use and to take as he pleased, and while he normally liked pulling him apart by his own hands, he took pleasure in knowing that Dean couldn't please himself like he could. He would eventually let the man finish, but it wouldn't be satisfying. Then, when Dean's long gone, he'll fuck it into him that he's the only one who can make him feel this good. Remind Dean that his orgasms aren't his own, they never have been. They're always for Cas. And since they're for Cas, Cas is the one who decides when he can cum.
Dean swallowed, hard, mouth completely dry. "Yes Cas…" He mumbled, still not giving in. He sounded pathetic, though, like he was whining about getting put in time out.
"What was that? Didn't quite hear." Cas said, leaning in towards Dean, hovering right over the faint marks he had left on Dean's neck earlier.
Dean sighed, reluctantly repeating himself, "Yes Cas."
He may have hesitated before he said it, but the words were weighted down with the sweet sound of submission.
It was music to Cas's ears. He loved that Dean had a fight in him, of course, and admired the man for the person he was.
But god, he loved when Dean's eyes glazed over and his voice went soft.
When he fully let himself go, all for Cas's taking.
Cas bit down against his marks on Dean's neck, hard enough for it to sting and to make Dean whimper, barely pulling off to say "Go to the bedroom, sit on the bench in front of my book shelf. I'll be in there soon. And don't you dare touch yourself."
Dean nodded, slow and small, whining when he felt Cas's warmth leave him.
Cas wrapped his hands around Dean's shoulders, but only to turn him around, give him a quick swat on the ass, and say "Go on. I'll be nice and let you get undressed but don't even think about touching."
Dean yelped at the impact from Cas's hand, quickly shuffling out of the kitchen and down the hallway to their bedroom.
He flicked the light on, taking off his shirt before kicking off his house shoes and taking his pants off too. He wasn't sure if Cas meant undress completely or to stay in his underwear, sometimes Cas would torture him and make him keep them on for a frustrating amount of time into their scenes. He gulped, not sure of what to do, and not wanting to make his punishment any worse. Cas would be coming in any minute now, though. Dean went with his gut, and slid out of the boxers before sitting down on the bench.
He shot back up; he at least needed to put all his clothes in a pile, Cas was lenient about it, but Dean knew he liked things to be orderly, especially in a scene.
He plopped back on the bench, dick twitching in anticipation and with the mental image of what he was about to watch. Yeah, sure it was a punishment. But watching Cas jerk off in front of him? Fucking hot. An occasion he would never ever miss or turn down the opportunity to see.
Cas was in the kitchen still, he had decided to make himself a drink. He was going to enjoy this, thoroughly. And it was yet another thing he could taunt Dean with. He knew how much the man loved a good cold glass of whiskey at the end of the night, but he wouldn't be able to have any of this. Because he didn't get to choose when he had things he enjoyed.
Cas makes those decisions.
And after Dean's a writhing mess on the bed, Cas will bundle him up in the blankets and bring him back into the kitchen to make him a drink of his own.
He decided to also go ahead and put in an order for food, and although Dean loved food, he wasn't always the most reliable about actually feeding himself.
Dean could hear Cas's voice from in the kitchen, he perked up to listen, "Good afternoon. Yes, I would like…Yes that's me." He sounded surprised. "Yes that's it. Thank you very much. Charge gratuity to my card and leave it at the door please, we're a little…busy."
Dean smiled, knowing that Cas was ordering food, probably from their favorite diner right around the corner from his shop. They definitely recognized him and knew their order by now, it was one of the aftercare essentials for Cas, and Dean would never say no to getting fed good food after even better sex. Who could?
Speaking of the better sex….Where the hell was Cas? He hung up the phone a minute ago….Dean shifted on the bench, waiting.
But then as if on cue, there Cas was, leaning against the doorway, drink in hand, shirt unbuttoned at the top and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Dean wanted to fucking eat him alive, the man looked so good. He wasn't going to do that, though, of course. So instead he looked up at Cas, trying to make his eyes as wide as they could go and soften his face as much as possible, he felt a flush creep up on his cheeks. Cas's smirk was a good enough reaction to know the look had the desired effect.
"Sorry it took a minute, had to arrange some important plans, and of course, I couldn't help but make myself a drink to enjoy with the show I'm about to get."
Dean hung onto every word, his eyes still roaming all over Cas.
Cas finally stepped into their bedroom and sauntered over to the table on his side of the bed that held many things, lube being the most important one for now.
He walked over to Dean, "Hold out your hand." But when Dean's face turned into a pout he tilted his head, "What? Did you think I was going to touch you? Stroke your cock to get it lubed up? Oh, no, sweetheart you don't get that. Don't pout. You could be stuck watching me in chastity, leaking all over the floor, not even able to get hard." Cas's voice was soaked with faux-pity. "We wouldn't want that, now would we?" Of course, he wouldn't object to it, but he knew Dean hated chastity.
Dean shook his head no, but after a. Stern look from Cas. "No…" And he put his hand out in front of him.
Cas took the bottle and squirted a decent amount into Dean's hand, "If you need more, I'll give you more. Because I know what you need when you need it."
Dean nodded, holding the lube in his hand trying not to lose any of it, shit was a bitch to clean, and once again, he didn't want to make this punishment worse.
"Waiting on me are you? You should've done that this morning too…Since you're suddenly so patient, why don't you tell me why we're here?" Castiel smirked, knowing Dean hated this part. But he needed time to get settled, and Dean sounded so pretty when he whined through his words, begging for it to be over. "You can put the lube on your cock too…wouldn't want it to spill out of your hand and get on the floor, you know how much of a pain that is to clean up, and you would absolutely be the one cleaning it up."
Dean moved his hand from being out in front of him and cupped it around his dick, careful not to stroke too much but to still spread it over the entire length.
Cas watched, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, before he took a drink from the glass. The whiskey warmed his throat and fueled the coil that was already burning in the pit of his stomach.
"I got off this morning after you got me all hot and bothered so now you're making me do it all over again."
Cas tilted his head at Dean "Are you sure about that? I don't think that's the reason." So much for getting settled…Cas unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, taking his own hard cock out. "Open your mouth. Since you want to be so smart with it, use it the smart way."
Dean eagerly leaned forward and took Cas into his mouth, his hand still on his dick. He rested as far down as he could go, breathing Cas in and reveling in the weight and heat of the cock on his tongue.
"We're doing this, my sweet, brat of a boy, because you can't seem to understand that you are mine. In every way. I own every part of you, most importantly, your cock. Your hole. I'm the only one who's allowed to use them, and I'm certainly the only one to tell you when and if you can cum." Cas brought his hand up to Dean's cheek, tapping lightly, not enough to be considered a hit or a slap, but a threat of one. "I explicitly tell you not to do something, yet as soon as I'm gone, you rush to do it. You don't immediately own up to it, and instead decide to make snarky comments the entire time. Because even though you know your place…" His hand moved to grip Dean's jaw, his hips moving ever so slightly to help enunciate his words, "You love being reminded of it." His voice dropped, down to the bottom of the gutter, "You're. Mine. Your pleasure, your pain, every bit of your body. Is mine."
Dean still hadn't pulled off of Cas yet, he really didn't need to. He was made for this, the only thing on his mind right now was the feeling of Cas, the taste of Cas, the smell of Cas.
Cas.
Cas took another drink from the glass in his hand and pulled away from Dean's mouth, not completely, but enough so that only the tip of his cock was left in Dean's mouth. "Eyes up here."
Dean looked up at the man, pupils blown out as big as planets, face flushed, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.
"There you are. There's my boy." Cas pushed himself back into Dean's mouth, his hand moving from Dean's jaw to the back of his head, threading his fingers through the man's hair. "Seems to be a change of plans…But that's all I'm going to tell you…Color?"
Dean grunted against Cas's cock and tapped his thigh once for green. He was so fucking green. He loved being owned, being used, loved the way Cas let go and let him absolutely have it.
Cas nodded to himself and glanced over at the glass, almost empty, just enough left for one good drink. He slung it back and pulled away from Dean to sit it on the table next to the bench. He wasn't gone for more than a few seconds, though, Dean held his mouth open the entire time. "Good boy." Cas cooed at him, feeding him his cock once again, all the way down until Dean's nose touched the soft hair at the base.
He groaned and pulled out halfway, just to thrust right back in again, slowly fucking into Dean's throat.
Dean moaned around the length as Cas moved, the overwhelming urge of wanting to cum clouding his brain.
It was like Cas read his mind because in between breaths Cas spoke again, "Stroke yourself, go ahead. I know you want to get yourself off while I fuck your pretty face. Bet you already want to cum so bad, hm?" He let his head roll back for just a second before he looked back down at Dean, who now had his hand wrapped tight around his cock, pulling at it desperately. "Poor thing. It doesn't feel as good as when I do it, does it?"
Dean made a noise against Cas's dick and huffed a breath out in dissatisfaction. He was right. It wasn't as good as when he did it. It wasn't as good this morning either. It never is.
Cas had that tone of false sympathy about his voice again, slowing himself down to prolong his own release. "I know. It's just awful, isn't it? That's why I tell you to wait for me. Makes it that much better for you. Look at me."
Dean slowed his hand down to match Cas's pace better, and looked up at him, trying to bat his eyelashes but unable to do it right.
Cas let out a low chuckle at Dean's fumble, "Cute. I prolong and control your orgasms because I know what's best for you. Just like how I came home a little earlier than I had planned to, because I knew you'd be up to something and need me to remind you of your place. I let you brat," He annunciated his words with a sharp thrust all the way back down Dean's throat. "But I won't tolerate the disrespect of you taking what's mine from me."
Dean moaned, Cas was back to wrecking his throat again. His hand picked up speed, hips trying to meet the thrusts but unable to, Cas had too much of his weight on him. He tried to whine, but it just sounded like another strangled breath.
Cas was panting above him, letting out ragged grunts and groans, all of the gorgeous noises he makes when he's close. "Hand off."
Dean whined but complied, taking his hand off of his dick, feeling it twitch as he let go. He was so fucking close. Drool spilled out of his mouth, dripping down Cas's dick before landing on the floor underneath of them. His chin was wet with it.
Cas pulled on his hair, thrusts turning shallow, he came down Dean's throat with a strained moan. He didn't even have to tell Dean to cum, the feeling of Cas's dick getting heavier on his tongue, twitching before he came, and then the warmth and the Cas of it all when he did cum was enough for Dean to finish, even without a hand on himself.
Cas pulled himself out of Dean's mouth, tracing his lips with his thumb.
He looked utterly blissed out, completely pliant and floaty.
Perfect.
"Stay there. I'm getting a towel, I'll be back before you know I'm gone."
Dean nodded, slow. His eyes were just supposed to be blinking but they were staying mostly closed. He felt so good.
And sure enough, Cas was back before he even knew he was gone, a warm towel running over his stomach and legs, wiping away the mess he had been made into.
Of course, since Cas was Cas, he also wrapped Dean up in one of their fluffiest blankets, a light yellow with bees on it that Dean had gotten him for his birthday. It was his favorite around the house blanket, and he knew Dean loved it too.
Dean wrapped the blanket around his fists, balling the ends up in his hands, his legs felt like jelly from being on the bench for so long, but he didn't think he'd be able to get up any time soon either.
Cas had a solution to that too, though, because of course he did. He scooped Dean up into his arms and carried him into the living room, gently laying him down on the couch.
He peaked outside and his timing couldn't have been more perfect, the delivery driver was walking up with their food in their hands.
He turned around and went back into the kitchen, pouring both himself and Dean a drink, dropping them off on the coffee table first, and then he opened the door just far enough to reach out and grab the bag of food.
Before he sat down he made sure the lights were a good level of dim and that the air was set to be comfortable enough for them to stay under the blanket, and turned the T.V. On. He passed the remote to Dean, nudging him with it, before divvying out their food.
Dean scooted in closer to Cas, offering him the blanket, and turned the T.V. To Scooby Doo.
It's a classic, and perfect for aftercare with drinks and dinner.
Cas smiled, unwrapping his sandwich, looking over to Dean.
Dean looked back at him, also smiling, but then his face fell into a look of shock, "You're still dressed! You fucker! I demand pajama pants for the both of us. Now."
Cas laughed and shook his head, "Fine, fine. But I thought you liked the work outfit? I specifically remember you saying something about me in the button up and slacks with the sleeves - "
Dean cut him off "Pajamas! I want the plaid ones."
Cas laughed again but got up off of the couch. "All of your pajama pants are plaid." He turned and went back to their bedroom to grab the requested pants, and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the kitchen, just in Case.
Dean shook his head and dug into his burger.
They were both off the next day, so they ended up having a Scooby Doo marathon and nearly finishing off the bottle, ending the night in a warm, drunk bath, where they may or may not have sucked each other's dicks. Because aftercare, right?
The End <3