#subcas
“Damn right I get you hard,” Castiel continues, lifting up his lace stocking clad feet to Dean’s rock hard cock in his briefs. He hooks his toes under the elastic and pulls it down so that Dean’s impressive length can bob free. They moan in unison when Castiel begins to knead the cock with his toes.
“Cas…!” Dean gasps around the cock in his mouth so it’s a little muffled. Castiel presses his foot down into Dean’s balls and the older man recoils so fast. He gasps for air like a fish out of water
The dark haired man pulls his cock out and slaps the wet length against Dean’s cheek and nose. He doesn’t relieve the pressure on Dean’s balls, however, but says in a husky voice, “I want you to beg for my ass, Dean. And look, you’re already on your knees.”
Dean allows Castiel to continue slapping him across his reddening cheeks with his cock. He starts to speak but Castiel smacks him hard on the lips. “I—I want your as—ass, Cas,” he manages, “I want to fuck your ass so hard—”
“Ah, ah, ah!” Castiel warns him, stopping the slapping at once. He steps past Dean and lies down on his stomach on the bed. He turns his head, though, slightly so that he can see Dean behind him. The panties get discarded onto the floor at once. “I’ll give it to you… If you say you’ll be mine.”
The older man jumps onto the bed with a knee on either side of Castiel’s hips. He leans in and whispers darkly in his husband’s ear, “I’m yours. I’m yours, oh fuck, I’ve been yours.” He spreads Castiel’s cheeks apart to find his pink little pucker twitching and wet. Castiel must’ve had a plug in all day, Dean deduces with a small smug smirk. He bends his head to get just a taste but Castiel was too quick and tightens the muscles in his ass so that he can catch the brunette man’s attention.
“You’re not allowed to taste, bitch,” Castiel says with a snarl. Dean steps off the bed swiftly and yanks his briefs down. He gets back on the bed and positions his cock so that it slides in with ease. Both men groan in synchronization. Castiel curses numerous times, praising Dean’s cock and pushing his hips back against Dean’s.
“You’re mine,” Dean growls and Castiel just mewls in acknowledgement. He licks his lips and turns his head so he can see his husband plowing into him.
“Yes!” he cries and throws his head back when Dean hits his prostate. “Fuck, Dean, my nipples!”
The older male reaches under his husband and begins to flick and tease his nipples. They grow hard and Dean wets his fingers so that he can apply pressure to the little pink buds.
Castiel whines loudly and his hole spasms. “I—I’m fucking cumming!” Castiel screams, clenching down on Dean as he does so. He jacks himself off into the mattress, crying and moaning obscenities into the pillow.
Dean grunts and it occurs to him that Castiel hasn’t notified him where he is allowed to shoot his load. He continues pounding into his husband for fear that he won’t be able to cum next time if he does something wrong.
“In my ass, baby, fuck me right in my fucking sluthole!” Castiel screams into the pillow, thrusting his ass back against Dean’s hips. Dean doesn’t waste another second and cums hard straight into Castiel’s ass. He plunges in throughout his entre orgasm until he feels weak.
They both breathe heavily and Dean pulls out. They both silently decided to skip taking a shower because it’s late and they’re already comfortable in each other’s arms.
“You know I know you’re not cheating on me,” Castiel says in a really quiet voice, snuggling up to Dean. It shocks Dean that this is what he usually sounds like when they’re not getting off together.
Dean just snorts. “Yeah, babe, I know,” he says and rolls his eyes. Castiel looks at Dean with a seductive smirk so sexy that his spent cock twitches in interest. Castiel can be convincing, just only when he wants to be.
