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Three simple little words that short circuit Dean’s brain.
“You…..what?” Dean is hallucinating. That’s the only answer.
“I do have a plug brushing against me every five seconds. I bought two of them.” Cas says it calmly, but Dean can see the flush creeping across his flesh, can see the fine perspiration breaking out across Cas’ brow. Holy shit is he seriously doing this?
“But, why Cas? Why would you do that?” Dean can barely stand Cas doing this to him, he can’t imagine doing it to himself.
Cas breaks into a knowing smile, and almost sadly responds “I’m a doctoral candidate in Latin, Dean. Surely you must have realised that only a masochist would do such a thing.”
Dean can’t take it anymore. He thought he could do this, he thought he could make his way through, but he can’t. He reaches into his wallet, pulls out two twenties, and stands up. As he does so the plug shifts in the most electrifying way and he gasps at the sensation. He grabs Cas’ hand and starts dragging him away.
“But Dean, we’ve already ordered, I don’t understand. What about your burger?”
“Fuck the burger, Cas, I can’t… I need this. Now.” Dean drags him away, pulling him out to the parking lot and towards his Impala. Once there he places the keys in Cas’ hand, his own closing around them in a reverent act of trust.
“You’ll have to drive. Please Cas? I just, I can’t. Please?” Dean’s almost whimpering, and Cas takes the keys and solemnly nods.
“I don’t think I could refuse you anything begging me like that, Dean.” At this Dean actually groans, and crumples into the passenger seat, leaning back awkwardly in an attempt to minimize the traction the plug can gain. Cas climbs in carefully and winces slightly as he sits. Dean remembers that Cas was there already when he arrived at the pub.
“You fucker, you got there early so I wouldn’t see, didn’t you?” The accusation has no teeth, and Cas just chuckles in response. “Son of a bitch, Cas.”
“Don’t. No talking. I’ll drive, but you can’t distract me more than I am. I need to concentrate.” Cas is gripping the steering wheel so tight his fingers are discoloured, and his jaw is clenched tightly. Dean gulps and nods before returning to willing his dick to calm down.
It’s a tense drive, and while there’s no banter the air is filled with a sense of anticipation so pronounced it’s a miracle either of them can breathe. Dean glances over and is in awe of how controlled Cas seems, despite being clearly turned on. How he’s able to drive while Dean’s lying there falling completely apart he’ll never know.
When they turn off the main street into Dean’s neighbourhood Cas finally starts speaking again. He sounds like he’s run a marathon, like he’s desperate to maintain control, and just hearing him wrecked like that is enough to make Dean moan quietly, trying to hide it as Cas goes on.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How glorious this past year has been for me? Being a part of your life, Dean, it means everything to me, and I’m not going to stop telling you so until you believe me. And then I’m still not going to stop. You need to understand this.” He’s almost gasping as he turns onto Dean’s street, and the drive up to the house is excruciating. “That’s why I wanted to do this, tonight. I wanted to give you something to try and show you what you mean to me. Something I’ve never given anyone else.”
The realisation of what that means, of the significance of what Cas is offering, has Dean whimpering in the corner. His hand is pushing down hard on the crotch of his jeans and he’s not sure if it’s to chase the friction or to stem the waves of desire hitting him. He doesn’t say anything though, since Cas specifically told him not to. Part of him thinks that maybe Cas made that rule was as much to allow himself to voice this to Dean as to ensure they arrived in one piece. They pull into the driveway and Cas cuts the engine, breathing shallowly but otherwise seeming decently composed.
“That’s why I wanted to do this. I wanted you to think this was about torturing you, about making you wait, about teasing you, so that when you learned what I actually had in mind for you you’d realise that I went through the same thing, not just tonight, but since the start. I did this because I want you to see that I am willing to do whatever it takes to convince you how I feel.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “I would do anything for you, Dean.”
Dean’s speechless. He’s touched, and floored, and turned on, and he knows without any doubt how much he loves this man. This man brought him out of his darkness and saved him in every way that matters, and now he’s giving him even more. Now that Cas isn’t driving anymore he decides to be bold and take the lead. With a wink and a grin, Dean grabs his hand again and says “Come on, Cas.”
They barely make it to the door, and only then it’s because there are neighbours out on the street and they don’t really want them to realise what’s going on. The second the door is closed they’re leaning against it, bodies completely pressed together. Dean feels the door pushing against the plug, feels Cas’ hard length pushing against his own, feels strong arms pining him down and hungry lips nipping his neck.
“Cas,” he barely manages to breathe out. “Bed.” He’s reminded of their first time, how different things were then, but how so much is the same. Cas is still standing here beside him, still trying to convey how much he cares, still being careful with him and making sure he’s alright. Cas is still trying to show Dean how he’s his whole world, and worthy of that. It’s harder to endure than the plug.
They pull apart gasping and manage to make it upstairs without falling too much, and the second they’re in Dean’s room Cas slams the door and pushes him onto the bed with a growl. He rips off Dean’s shirts and starts devouring every inch of Dean’s flesh this reveals. Desperate kisses pouring love, desire, and sheer want into every square inch of Dean’s body. The pants are next, and while Cas is tearing off Dean’s there’s an awkward shuffle as Dean tries to return the favour. Both of them are wincing in pleasure as the plugs shift, spurring them on to act faster, faster, now. Cas leans back and carefully removes Dean’s boxer-briefs, mindful of the plug, and then stands and shucks his own. Coming back to the bed he lies on Dean for just a moment before sliding off, onto his back, and reaching out for Dean.
“Do it, Dean.” The look in his eyes is loving and lustful but with a touch of hesitation.
“I’ll take care of you Cas. Don’t worry. Green?” Dean moves an errant lock of hair out of Cas’ eyes, and the man visibly calms, melts into the bed and into Dean’s embrace.
“Green.” Cas kisses him, hard, and only pulls back when he feels Dean’s hands break away. “Don’t take it out yet?”
“Cas, there’s no point, it’s ok.” Dean continues reaching back, trying to get a good grip on the base to remove his own plug. Cas’ hand stills him and he looks back to try to understand.
“Don’t? I want… I want you to feel me all around you. I want you to feel everything.” Cas’ request sounds so small, so hesitant, Dean can’t help but want to make it come true. As he grinds against Cas and feels the plug sliding inside him he can’t possibly refuse.
“Ok Cas. Anything you want.” Dean leans in to kiss him again, passionate, sloppy, and full of love and desire. As the kiss deepens Dean slides a hand along Cas’ side, working his way down before wrapping his fingers around the base of Cas’ plug and moaning to feel it there. Cas tightens his grip around Dean’s shoulders then gasps and arches his back as the plug rubs against his prostate. Dean teases him a bit, pulling the plug out just a touch and then ramming it back in, causing Cas to writhe underneath him. Cas is sweating and cursing and Dean can’t believe how gorgeous he looks. He can’t believe that a year ago today this gorgeous man walked into his life and he had never even thought about a dude before then but sure enough, here he is teasing Cas with a freaking butt plug. His life is so different now and so much better and he needs to show Cas how much he cares, how much life means to him now. How much Cas means.
Dean leans over and slides his mouth over Cas’ length, greedily licking up and down. Cas moans at the increased sensation, and grips Dean’s hair tightly. Dean continues to play with the plug while sucking Cas as enthusiastically as he can, and soon he can feel him bucking beneath him, trembling, and Dean knows Cas is already close. He himself is having trouble holding it together, feeling the plug within, but he holds out for Cas’ sake. He needs to make this good for him. After a few moments like this Cas can’t take it anymore and begs Dean, with a broken voice full of want, “Please…”
Dean doesn’t have to be asked twice. He’s got a hell of a lot of self-control, but seeing Cas beneath him, sweaty, wanton, and desperate, there’s not a chance in hell he can hold back. He tears the plug out of Cas as quickly as he can without hurting him, then lubes up and slides in all in one fluid motion. The noise Cas makes is inhuman and between that and the tightness Dean almost comes already.
Dean has never done this before, but after months with Cas he knows what he likes, knows what feels good, and he tries to do the same for Cas. He slides in and out slowly, intensely, making sure he drags the tip across Cas’ prostate and makes him see stars. Dean’s already fighting his own orgasm, but he wants this to last, wants to make this go on as long as possible. Cas is a puddle, he’s barely moving, and Dean’s gasping from the new sensation. It’s not what he expected, but it’s still amazing and he can’t get enough. The thought that Cas trusts him this much turns him on more than anything else he’s feeling.
That’s when Cas’ breathing changes and Dean sees a determination in his eyes that wasn’t there a moment ago. Cas is done lying here, and has regained enough control that he wants to be in charge again. He reaches back and nimble fingers take hold of the plug still in Dean. He realises what’s about to happen just a second before it starts, and then Cas is moving the plug back and forth, fucking Dean while Dean fucks him. Feeling Cas all around him is incredible, and the sensation at both ends is completely overwhelming. Dean has to lean his head on Cas’ collarbone to collect himself, and Cas takes advantage of the access this grants him and bites down on Dean’s shoulder.
It’s too much. Every inch of him, inside and out, is touching Cas and hypersensitive and he just can’t resist any longer. Dean comes with a shout as Cas continues working the plug, and as Dean stutters into Cas he can feel him clench around him, squeezing every last drop out. When he can’t support his weight anymore and his body turns to jelly he pulls out and collapses beside Cas, gasping for air.
“Just…just give me a second Cas. I’m sorry. I just need a second and I’ll –”
“Shhhhh.” Cas soothes him with a kiss, tracing a finger over his chest that’s still heaving. “Take a minute, love. It’s alright.” Cas keeps touching him gently, digits finding new paths to explore, sliding through the sweat he’s doused in and keeping his arousal high, despite the recent release.
“You have no idea, none, how incredible you are. What you do to me. I need to show you. I need to make you understand.” With that Cas reaches for his plug, lying discarded at the foot of the bed. Maintaining eye contact with a shocked Dean Cas slides it back in, trembling slightly at the intrusion. “Later, I want you to fuck me again, and I want to feel your cum inside me until then.”
“Jesus Cas…” Dean mutters, in awe of how filthy this seemingly innocent nerd has become once unleashed. He slides a hand down Cas’ thigh in reverence, and Cas leans into the touch. Cas shifts to between Dean’s knees, and slowly begins working the plug again, sliding it in and out, achingly slowly, knowing it’s too soon and loving the way Dean basks in the torture of it. “Cas, I can’t…it’s too soon…I’m not….”
“I know what I’m doing, Dean,” Cas growls back, never letting up, and after a particularly smug grin his left hand snakes between them and gently closes around Dean’s spent cock. “I’ve always known.”
He starts sliding his fingers over it, gently, kindly, using Dean’s own cum as lube. Dean starts trembling, shaking, swearing, gasping. The dual assault is almost too much to bear, but his eyes convey how much he is loving this burden. Cas’ own breath is ragged, and Dean can see how close he is. How the hell is he holding back?
“I’m not done with you yet, Winchester.” Hearing Cas use his name like that has him whimpering, and his dick twitches in Cas’ hand. “Seems you’re not done either.”
Cas continues working him gently, casually, as if he has all the time in the world, and Dean is trembling and falling apart again while his dick keeps swelling and he can feel the first stirrings of another release. He whimpers when he figures out just how at Cas’ mercy he’s about to be, and then it happens. Cas seems satisfied to have reached the right moment, and his right hand stops playing with the plug and slowly pulls it out all the way. He tries to line up, but Dean’s shaking so hard he’s not sure how Cas will even accomplish that. Just before moving Cas looks Dean straight in the eyes and asks him “Green?”
Remembering the first time Cas touched him, and all they’ve been through since, Dean echoes Cas’ response from oh so many months ago and answers fiercely “Damnit, Cas. Drive.”
Cas plunges into him with such ferocity that Dean thinks he’s going to come again this second. The pace he sets is vicious and Dean can’t do anything, can’t thrust back, can’t help at all; he just lies there, grunting slightly with each thrust and clawing desperately at Cas’ shoulders as he tries to ground himself, tries to survive the intensity of the sensations he’s feeling.
Cas wants to make me come again before he even does once, and he’s been edging just as much as me all day. How the hell is this even real? Dean asks himself this while climbing closer and closer to the edge, and looking at the piercing eyes penetrating his soul he finally, finally gets it. He, he isn’t alone in this. All this time he thought Cas would tire of him, would realise how much smarter he was than Dean, how much better he could do, and would leave. And for the first time, Dean sees that Cas feels the same way about Dean that Dean feels about him. That he’s in awe of him, that he loves him, and that worship is what tips him over the edge, screaming as he comes again, clawing Cas’ skin wherever he can and convulsing violently.
Cas comes instantly, the added pressure just too much to resist, and stutters through the aftershocks as he gasps, mouth agape, seemingly unable to breathe properly for the enormity of the sensations. He collapses on top of Dean and the two of them pant heavily, slick in sweat and cum, waiting to return to normal and in no rush to chase away the glow they are currently basking in.
“Holy fuck.” Dean’s the first to recover speech, and Cas just chuckles a grunt in agreement. He rolls onto his side and Dean matches him, neither needing to close the gap, content just to stare into each other’s eyes and smile. Their smiles seem deeper though now, filled with more understanding, and the love that passes between them is almost beyond description.
“Yes. Now if you don’t mind, I think I’ll sleep for a year,” Cas laughs out, collapsing backwards in exhaustion. Dean snuggles closer and accepts Cas arm around him. He doesn’t like to call himself a cuddler, but he also never figured he’d have a boyfriend, so maybe labels don’t really matter than much anymore.
“Works for me.” Dean agrees, wiggling slightly closer and draping a leg over his boyfriend’s. He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Cas’ chest. “Happy anniversary, Cas.”
Cas tilts his neck and presses a kiss to the top of Dean’s head. “Happy anniversary, Dean.”