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Entry tags:
hardcorewings.com, part 3, NC-17
Title: hardcorewings.com, Part 2
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: extreme wingkink
Summary: When Castiel loses his job, he resorts to making wing fetish videos to make cash. Dean really likes them.
Author's Notes: I was going to wait until I had more to make a livejournal post, but since twitlonger blocked me (most likely for this very story), I decided to post it now.
"I'm gonna get fired for this."
Castiel knows he should get up, especially now that Dean's brought up that very valid point. But he doesn't want to lose the easy intimacy growing between them. Soon enough, Castiel will have to let his wings drop from around Dean's waist. He'll have to lift his cheek from Dean's thigh and prepare for his second show. The thought makes his stomach hurt. He'd much rather push in closer and pretend for awhile that Dean belongs to him already.
"You won't. I'll quit if they do."
Dean's fingers sift through Castiel's hair. "You'd use your obvious star power on my behalf?"
His teasing tone lightens Castiel's slight melancholy. Perhaps his goals are not insurmountable if Dean's not feeling uncomfortable after their impromptu sexual encounter.
"Yes and Crowley would rather let us have sex in every room of his building than lose the profit he earns off me," Castiel states boldly, looking up to catch the way Dean's pupils dilate. Whether because of the mention of sex or because of his perceptions of Castiel's supposed power, he doesn't know.
"Yeah?"
"I don't suggest we try it," Castiel says, finally sitting up to stretch his back, his wings rising towards the ceiling. Dean's eyes follow their movement and Castiel smiles. He quite likes having Dean's eyes on his body. "I have to save my work orgasms for the camera."
The blissful admiration on Dean's face fades at the mention of his work, his eyes flicking to the camera. Castiel thinks he catches a flash of unhappiness in those pretty eyes before Dean's expression goes carefully blank.
"Right. Wouldn't want to deprive the audience."
Interesting. Jealousy already. That's probably a good sign. Castiel has no intention of keeping this job for a great deal longer. If it upsets Dean to have his boyfriend showing off on camera, Castiel has no problem quitting. So long as he gets to become Dean's boyfriend, that is.
"But I'm not always at work," Castiel reminds him, his voice dipping into a soft shy register he's never heard from himself before. Dean must like it because that admiration returns to his handsome features and he retakes Castiel's hand.
"I don't really get what's going on here. I mean, you don't…this isn't like…you're not seeing other...other guys?"
Castiel should probably be insulted at the implication, but as he's given Dean no other reason not think him terribly slutty, Castiel only feels pleased that Dean doesn't wish to share him.
"No, of course not. I don't regularly engage in oral sex with the fluffers."
To his surprise and delight, Dean actually blushes at Castiel's words.
"Good to know."
"Would you…could I see you? Away from work?"
"Sex first, then the date. I like the way your mind works," Dean says.
"I was hoping we'd have sex on the date as well."
"Fuck, yes. You're a genius."
Castiel smiles. This is going very well.
************
Dean feels certain Mr. Crowley wouldn't appreciate his behind the scenes employees going home with the talent. But when Castiel looks up at him with a shy expression that doesn't quite match a guy who just sucked him off and asks him if he'd like to have dinner at his house, Dean isn't about to say no. Screw it. He'll quit the job if that's a problem.
"Do you cook?" Dean asks as he watches Castiel dress. Which is surprisingly hot considering that Castiel is covering himself. The way he moves and manipulates those massive wings with such little effort makes Dean's dick perk up. Not enough for a repeat so soon, but hell, it's ammunition for dessert as far as he's concerned.
"Oh yes, I taught myself to cook when my brother and I left home," Castiel explains. His tone is pleasant enough, but Dean knows what hiding looks like. The shadow in Castiel's eyes intrigues him. He's never seen anything like it in Silver's performance. "I knew Gabriel wouldn't bother and I didn't want us to live on canned beans and toast."
"You live with your brother?" At Castiel's nod, Dean grins. "Me too. But I make Sam cook. It's my right as the older brother."
"That sounds frighteningly like something Gabriel would say," Castiel says. He threads one wing through a long tan trenchcoat and tugs it, his expression twisting with annoyance when the wing bunches up under the fabric. Dean leaps up from the chair.
"Let me help you."
Never, Dean thinks. Never in a million years if he could play with them all day every day would he ever get tired of touching Castiel's wings. They shine. Actually shine like metal they are so bright and Dean is mesmerized. It doesn't even occur to him that he might be freaking Castiel out with the way he gently strokes the feathers and rubs one between his thumb and forefinger. So very soft and light. Dean imagines sleeping under a blanket of these feathers. He'd probably never get out of bed
The wing Dean is neglecting suddenly closes around his waist and draws him forward into Castiel's space.
"You're a passionate winger," Castiel guesses and luckily he doesn't sound too upset about it.
Dean nods. "I'm not...I mean, I think you're...it's not just the wings," he struggles to say.
It must be a good thing to say because Castiel rewards him very handsomely with a deep exploring kiss that shakes Dean down to his toes. Holy fuck, it really isn't just the wings. The way Castiel kisses without holding anything back, like he wants Dean all to himself both confuses and excites Dean. He doesn't know what the hell a big dumb human has to offer an angel like this, but whatever Castiel wants, he can have.
"I never thought," Castiel mutters when he draws back, wiping the corner of his mouth with the tip of one finger. Dean thinks about sucking that finger into his mouth until he hears what Castiel had said.
"Never thought what?"
But instead of answering, Castiel just shakes his head and kisses Dean again, this time light and brief. "Do you like cheeseburgers?" he asks. "They are my best human dish."
Well, that about seals it for Dean. He cups Castiel's face with both hands and looks him straight in his pretty blue eyes.
"Marry me?"
Castiel hits him on the back of his head with the tip of one wing.
*************
Castiel's apartment isn't very big or particularly nice and that fact instantly puts Dean at ease. Not that he's not happy to be here with Cas, but it's always kind of weird going into someone else's house for the first time and given what Dean has shelled out to watch Silver's vids, he thought Cas would be living in a palace. This cramped dumpy little student apartment isn't all that different from Dean's place.
"Nice," he says with a smile.
Castiel narrows his bright eyes at Dean, as though contemplating whether he's being teased or not. Before Dean can assure him he means it, Cas' lips quirk up in a shy smile that makes Dean's heart thud in his chest.
"Thank you. It's not much, I realize, but it's the first home that was really mine. The first since I left my parents," Castiel confesses. Without knowing him better, Dean can’t be sure, but he thinks he hears a bit of sadness in Cas' tone. That won't do. The second Cas gets the door closed, Dean has him pinned against it, kissing hard and long and deep.
"I'd ask you about how you got here, but it sounds like a fucking depressing topic and how about we leave that crap till later, huh?" Dean says before brushing another softer kiss across Cas' lips. It's the only way he knows how to say that he wants to see Castiel for more than just the one date.
It looks like Cas is having trouble focusing. At least on anything, but Dean's mouth. But after a slight struggle, he nods slowly and that sweet shy smile appears once more, determined to pretty much destroy Dean. It's moments like these where Dean has trouble believing this is the same man that strips for a living and blew him right after meeting Dean the first time. He likes the weird combination.
"You're weird, you know that?" Dean says.
He tries not to wince at how fond he sounds.
"So I've been told," Castiel says and his voice sounds so much the same as Dean’s that it relaxes him. "Alright, so no childhood stories for now. Would you help me cook and maybe…tell me about your life at present?"
Seriously, no one who shoves a dildo so far inside themselves on camera should sound so formal. Definitely a weirdo.
"Sure, except I really can't cook, I wasn't lying about that."
"Can you chop?"
"I can definitely cut things," Dean confirms.
The best part about cooking with Cas is trying to squeeze two grown men and a massive pair of twitchy wings into his tiny kitchen. No matter which way Dean turns, he's got feathers rubbing against him. So he's pretty much in Heaven. The second best part is watching Cas' hands while he peels potatoes, shapes burgers and sautés mushrooms. His hands look so smooth, like he hadn't done much strenuous work in his youth. Dean loses track of his own hands thinking about Castiel trailing those long elegant fingers across his body and nearly chops off his thumb as he cuts up the potatoes.
Luckily Castiel doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy rapid-firing questions at Dean. Questions about his home, his family, his education, his former job. Anything and everything he can think of. Each answer makes something light in Cas' eyes that Dean doesn't quite understand. Just somehow hearing these things about his life is making Castiel inexplicably happy. It's a bit overwhelming, if truth be told. Dean's not used to someone he's fucking actually giving a shit about him for more than his looks.
"What about you?" Dean asks as he watches Castiel dump the potatoes into hot oil. "Do you do anything besides make insanely sexy videos online?"
A faint blush coloring Cas' cheeks only makes the sexy thing more obvious.
"Oh, I'm a student. I'm-"
A commotion at the front door breaks off Cas mid-speech, his eyes growing round as they both hear a pair of feet stamping and a loud voice start to bellow.
"You here, Cassy? I got cut from work early tonight. Oh my god, are you making hamburgers? I love you so-...oh." The voice's owner appears at the kitchen door. Dean figures it has to be Castiel's brother, though he's got nothing on Cas in the looks department. His wings are short and plain white. Dean turns to Cas to ask for confirmation, but stops short at the look of terror on Castiel's face.
"Gabriel-" Cas says, hurrying forward, but before he can say another word, gleeful pleasure explodes across Gabriel's expression.
"Oh this has to be Dean. I can't believe you finally got up the courage to talk to him! And what, after only four months now? I'm so proud of you," he exclaims, throwing an arm over Castiel's shoulder.
Dean stares at Castiel, every single bit of his brain power halting on just two words.
"….four months?"
***********
"Four months?"
Dean's voice dips low and shocked and why not? He thinks they just met. Granted their relationship jumped several important steps, but as far as Dean is concerned, they took those steps at the same time. Until Gabriel opened his insufferable loose lips, Dean had no idea Castiel had been pining after him like a pathetic pre-teen for months on end.
"I...Dean, I can explain," he starts.
"Explain what?" Gabriel asks as he drops his arm away from Castiel's shoulder and walks over to the stove to smell the still cooking food. "If he's here anyway, he's probably flattered by all the creepy stalking."
"Gabriel," Castiel snaps, anger fueled by humiliation sharpening his tone. "Leave us."
The good thing about Gabriel is that once he realizes he's done something to piss off his brother, he'll do just about anything to make it all better. One of the more pleasing results of practically raising his brother when absent parents left the job unattended.
Although at the moment, Castiel is not inclined to think well of Gabriel. Not even when his brother winces an apologetic expression to Castiel before disappearing quickly down the hall, leaving Castiel alone with a silent and stunned Dean.
"Dean, I'm..." Castiel can't bear looking at Dean's face for long. He spins towards the food, only just saving one burger from crispy death. "I apologize," he says softly. "I should have told you. I just...I wasn't..."
There really isn't a way of apologizing for stalking someone and then having sex with them without confessing.
"Four months?" Dean repeats, but now his tone has changed. Instead of shock, Castiel hears disbelief and a rough-edged hint of emotion he can't identify.
"I saw you." Castiel takes the pan off the burner, but stays facing away from Dean, embarrassed of the way his pale cheeks have surely turned red. He can barely choke out his next words. "At the library. You were so...I'd never seen anyone so beautiful."
"All this time," Castiel hears Dean mutter and he's surprisingly close. Right behind Castiel, a warm solid presence at his back. "You watched me?"
"I'm sorry." Castiel can't say it enough. His fists clench at his side. "I know this must be so awkward for you-"
Dean's hands suddenly fall on Castiel's hips, gripping him hard enough to leave marks. Castiel's words break off with a startled moan. Dean moved in closer, covering Castiel's body with his own from shoulder to knee.
"Did you think about me?" he asks, lips almost brushing Castiel's neck. The warmth of his breath draws shivers all the way to the tips of Castiel's wildly puffing wings.
"W-what?" Castiel stutters.
Dean squeezes his hips and presses a gentle kiss to one of Castiel's wing-joints. His left wing shoots straight out, nearly crushing in the door of his cereal cabinet.
"In the videos. When you were touching yourself, were you thinking about me?"
Castiel must look so obvious, his arch feathers standing on end, but he can't stop himself. Not with Dean speaking in that wrecked tone and already so obviously hard against Castiel's ass.
"I...yes," Castiel breathes. "Almost every time."
"Fuck," Dean hisses right before he completely loses it. With surprising strength, Dean manages to flip Castiel around and hoist him up on a nearby counter. Castiel's arms and wings both instinctively wrap around him, trapping Dean as much as he's trapped Castiel. As Dean's mouth finds his, Castiel can't help wondering how he managed to find the one person in the world who finds aggressive stalking a complete turn-on.
It's the last rational thought he has for a very long time.
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: extreme wingkink
Summary: When Castiel loses his job, he resorts to making wing fetish videos to make cash. Dean really likes them.
Author's Notes: I was going to wait until I had more to make a livejournal post, but since twitlonger blocked me (most likely for this very story), I decided to post it now.
"I'm gonna get fired for this."
Castiel knows he should get up, especially now that Dean's brought up that very valid point. But he doesn't want to lose the easy intimacy growing between them. Soon enough, Castiel will have to let his wings drop from around Dean's waist. He'll have to lift his cheek from Dean's thigh and prepare for his second show. The thought makes his stomach hurt. He'd much rather push in closer and pretend for awhile that Dean belongs to him already.
"You won't. I'll quit if they do."
Dean's fingers sift through Castiel's hair. "You'd use your obvious star power on my behalf?"
His teasing tone lightens Castiel's slight melancholy. Perhaps his goals are not insurmountable if Dean's not feeling uncomfortable after their impromptu sexual encounter.
"Yes and Crowley would rather let us have sex in every room of his building than lose the profit he earns off me," Castiel states boldly, looking up to catch the way Dean's pupils dilate. Whether because of the mention of sex or because of his perceptions of Castiel's supposed power, he doesn't know.
"Yeah?"
"I don't suggest we try it," Castiel says, finally sitting up to stretch his back, his wings rising towards the ceiling. Dean's eyes follow their movement and Castiel smiles. He quite likes having Dean's eyes on his body. "I have to save my work orgasms for the camera."
The blissful admiration on Dean's face fades at the mention of his work, his eyes flicking to the camera. Castiel thinks he catches a flash of unhappiness in those pretty eyes before Dean's expression goes carefully blank.
"Right. Wouldn't want to deprive the audience."
Interesting. Jealousy already. That's probably a good sign. Castiel has no intention of keeping this job for a great deal longer. If it upsets Dean to have his boyfriend showing off on camera, Castiel has no problem quitting. So long as he gets to become Dean's boyfriend, that is.
"But I'm not always at work," Castiel reminds him, his voice dipping into a soft shy register he's never heard from himself before. Dean must like it because that admiration returns to his handsome features and he retakes Castiel's hand.
"I don't really get what's going on here. I mean, you don't…this isn't like…you're not seeing other...other guys?"
Castiel should probably be insulted at the implication, but as he's given Dean no other reason not think him terribly slutty, Castiel only feels pleased that Dean doesn't wish to share him.
"No, of course not. I don't regularly engage in oral sex with the fluffers."
To his surprise and delight, Dean actually blushes at Castiel's words.
"Good to know."
"Would you…could I see you? Away from work?"
"Sex first, then the date. I like the way your mind works," Dean says.
"I was hoping we'd have sex on the date as well."
"Fuck, yes. You're a genius."
Castiel smiles. This is going very well.
************
Dean feels certain Mr. Crowley wouldn't appreciate his behind the scenes employees going home with the talent. But when Castiel looks up at him with a shy expression that doesn't quite match a guy who just sucked him off and asks him if he'd like to have dinner at his house, Dean isn't about to say no. Screw it. He'll quit the job if that's a problem.
"Do you cook?" Dean asks as he watches Castiel dress. Which is surprisingly hot considering that Castiel is covering himself. The way he moves and manipulates those massive wings with such little effort makes Dean's dick perk up. Not enough for a repeat so soon, but hell, it's ammunition for dessert as far as he's concerned.
"Oh yes, I taught myself to cook when my brother and I left home," Castiel explains. His tone is pleasant enough, but Dean knows what hiding looks like. The shadow in Castiel's eyes intrigues him. He's never seen anything like it in Silver's performance. "I knew Gabriel wouldn't bother and I didn't want us to live on canned beans and toast."
"You live with your brother?" At Castiel's nod, Dean grins. "Me too. But I make Sam cook. It's my right as the older brother."
"That sounds frighteningly like something Gabriel would say," Castiel says. He threads one wing through a long tan trenchcoat and tugs it, his expression twisting with annoyance when the wing bunches up under the fabric. Dean leaps up from the chair.
"Let me help you."
Never, Dean thinks. Never in a million years if he could play with them all day every day would he ever get tired of touching Castiel's wings. They shine. Actually shine like metal they are so bright and Dean is mesmerized. It doesn't even occur to him that he might be freaking Castiel out with the way he gently strokes the feathers and rubs one between his thumb and forefinger. So very soft and light. Dean imagines sleeping under a blanket of these feathers. He'd probably never get out of bed
The wing Dean is neglecting suddenly closes around his waist and draws him forward into Castiel's space.
"You're a passionate winger," Castiel guesses and luckily he doesn't sound too upset about it.
Dean nods. "I'm not...I mean, I think you're...it's not just the wings," he struggles to say.
It must be a good thing to say because Castiel rewards him very handsomely with a deep exploring kiss that shakes Dean down to his toes. Holy fuck, it really isn't just the wings. The way Castiel kisses without holding anything back, like he wants Dean all to himself both confuses and excites Dean. He doesn't know what the hell a big dumb human has to offer an angel like this, but whatever Castiel wants, he can have.
"I never thought," Castiel mutters when he draws back, wiping the corner of his mouth with the tip of one finger. Dean thinks about sucking that finger into his mouth until he hears what Castiel had said.
"Never thought what?"
But instead of answering, Castiel just shakes his head and kisses Dean again, this time light and brief. "Do you like cheeseburgers?" he asks. "They are my best human dish."
Well, that about seals it for Dean. He cups Castiel's face with both hands and looks him straight in his pretty blue eyes.
"Marry me?"
Castiel hits him on the back of his head with the tip of one wing.
*************
Castiel's apartment isn't very big or particularly nice and that fact instantly puts Dean at ease. Not that he's not happy to be here with Cas, but it's always kind of weird going into someone else's house for the first time and given what Dean has shelled out to watch Silver's vids, he thought Cas would be living in a palace. This cramped dumpy little student apartment isn't all that different from Dean's place.
"Nice," he says with a smile.
Castiel narrows his bright eyes at Dean, as though contemplating whether he's being teased or not. Before Dean can assure him he means it, Cas' lips quirk up in a shy smile that makes Dean's heart thud in his chest.
"Thank you. It's not much, I realize, but it's the first home that was really mine. The first since I left my parents," Castiel confesses. Without knowing him better, Dean can’t be sure, but he thinks he hears a bit of sadness in Cas' tone. That won't do. The second Cas gets the door closed, Dean has him pinned against it, kissing hard and long and deep.
"I'd ask you about how you got here, but it sounds like a fucking depressing topic and how about we leave that crap till later, huh?" Dean says before brushing another softer kiss across Cas' lips. It's the only way he knows how to say that he wants to see Castiel for more than just the one date.
It looks like Cas is having trouble focusing. At least on anything, but Dean's mouth. But after a slight struggle, he nods slowly and that sweet shy smile appears once more, determined to pretty much destroy Dean. It's moments like these where Dean has trouble believing this is the same man that strips for a living and blew him right after meeting Dean the first time. He likes the weird combination.
"You're weird, you know that?" Dean says.
He tries not to wince at how fond he sounds.
"So I've been told," Castiel says and his voice sounds so much the same as Dean’s that it relaxes him. "Alright, so no childhood stories for now. Would you help me cook and maybe…tell me about your life at present?"
Seriously, no one who shoves a dildo so far inside themselves on camera should sound so formal. Definitely a weirdo.
"Sure, except I really can't cook, I wasn't lying about that."
"Can you chop?"
"I can definitely cut things," Dean confirms.
The best part about cooking with Cas is trying to squeeze two grown men and a massive pair of twitchy wings into his tiny kitchen. No matter which way Dean turns, he's got feathers rubbing against him. So he's pretty much in Heaven. The second best part is watching Cas' hands while he peels potatoes, shapes burgers and sautés mushrooms. His hands look so smooth, like he hadn't done much strenuous work in his youth. Dean loses track of his own hands thinking about Castiel trailing those long elegant fingers across his body and nearly chops off his thumb as he cuts up the potatoes.
Luckily Castiel doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy rapid-firing questions at Dean. Questions about his home, his family, his education, his former job. Anything and everything he can think of. Each answer makes something light in Cas' eyes that Dean doesn't quite understand. Just somehow hearing these things about his life is making Castiel inexplicably happy. It's a bit overwhelming, if truth be told. Dean's not used to someone he's fucking actually giving a shit about him for more than his looks.
"What about you?" Dean asks as he watches Castiel dump the potatoes into hot oil. "Do you do anything besides make insanely sexy videos online?"
A faint blush coloring Cas' cheeks only makes the sexy thing more obvious.
"Oh, I'm a student. I'm-"
A commotion at the front door breaks off Cas mid-speech, his eyes growing round as they both hear a pair of feet stamping and a loud voice start to bellow.
"You here, Cassy? I got cut from work early tonight. Oh my god, are you making hamburgers? I love you so-...oh." The voice's owner appears at the kitchen door. Dean figures it has to be Castiel's brother, though he's got nothing on Cas in the looks department. His wings are short and plain white. Dean turns to Cas to ask for confirmation, but stops short at the look of terror on Castiel's face.
"Gabriel-" Cas says, hurrying forward, but before he can say another word, gleeful pleasure explodes across Gabriel's expression.
"Oh this has to be Dean. I can't believe you finally got up the courage to talk to him! And what, after only four months now? I'm so proud of you," he exclaims, throwing an arm over Castiel's shoulder.
Dean stares at Castiel, every single bit of his brain power halting on just two words.
"….four months?"
***********
"Four months?"
Dean's voice dips low and shocked and why not? He thinks they just met. Granted their relationship jumped several important steps, but as far as Dean is concerned, they took those steps at the same time. Until Gabriel opened his insufferable loose lips, Dean had no idea Castiel had been pining after him like a pathetic pre-teen for months on end.
"I...Dean, I can explain," he starts.
"Explain what?" Gabriel asks as he drops his arm away from Castiel's shoulder and walks over to the stove to smell the still cooking food. "If he's here anyway, he's probably flattered by all the creepy stalking."
"Gabriel," Castiel snaps, anger fueled by humiliation sharpening his tone. "Leave us."
The good thing about Gabriel is that once he realizes he's done something to piss off his brother, he'll do just about anything to make it all better. One of the more pleasing results of practically raising his brother when absent parents left the job unattended.
Although at the moment, Castiel is not inclined to think well of Gabriel. Not even when his brother winces an apologetic expression to Castiel before disappearing quickly down the hall, leaving Castiel alone with a silent and stunned Dean.
"Dean, I'm..." Castiel can't bear looking at Dean's face for long. He spins towards the food, only just saving one burger from crispy death. "I apologize," he says softly. "I should have told you. I just...I wasn't..."
There really isn't a way of apologizing for stalking someone and then having sex with them without confessing.
"Four months?" Dean repeats, but now his tone has changed. Instead of shock, Castiel hears disbelief and a rough-edged hint of emotion he can't identify.
"I saw you." Castiel takes the pan off the burner, but stays facing away from Dean, embarrassed of the way his pale cheeks have surely turned red. He can barely choke out his next words. "At the library. You were so...I'd never seen anyone so beautiful."
"All this time," Castiel hears Dean mutter and he's surprisingly close. Right behind Castiel, a warm solid presence at his back. "You watched me?"
"I'm sorry." Castiel can't say it enough. His fists clench at his side. "I know this must be so awkward for you-"
Dean's hands suddenly fall on Castiel's hips, gripping him hard enough to leave marks. Castiel's words break off with a startled moan. Dean moved in closer, covering Castiel's body with his own from shoulder to knee.
"Did you think about me?" he asks, lips almost brushing Castiel's neck. The warmth of his breath draws shivers all the way to the tips of Castiel's wildly puffing wings.
"W-what?" Castiel stutters.
Dean squeezes his hips and presses a gentle kiss to one of Castiel's wing-joints. His left wing shoots straight out, nearly crushing in the door of his cereal cabinet.
"In the videos. When you were touching yourself, were you thinking about me?"
Castiel must look so obvious, his arch feathers standing on end, but he can't stop himself. Not with Dean speaking in that wrecked tone and already so obviously hard against Castiel's ass.
"I...yes," Castiel breathes. "Almost every time."
"Fuck," Dean hisses right before he completely loses it. With surprising strength, Dean manages to flip Castiel around and hoist him up on a nearby counter. Castiel's arms and wings both instinctively wrap around him, trapping Dean as much as he's trapped Castiel. As Dean's mouth finds his, Castiel can't help wondering how he managed to find the one person in the world who finds aggressive stalking a complete turn-on.
It's the last rational thought he has for a very long time.
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