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Dressed So Pretty
“Do you need help finding anything?”
Dean about jumped out of skin, his panic induced tunnel vision having made him forget that he was shopping. In a store. In public.
“Uh-um,” he stuttered awkwardly, glancing back at the rack and hoping that by some miracle the employee hadn’t noticed what he was looking at yet.
She offered an understanding smile. “It’s alright. There’s no judgement here.” He felt his face heat, likely turning everything up to his ears red. “Were you looking for yourself or a partner?”
He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but it was too late. He’d made his decision to even set foot in the shop, so there was little point in turning back now. “Myself.”
“Have you ever worn lingerie before?”
Is this what a stroke feels like? He wondered. “No, this is, uh, this is new to me.” He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself.
“Okay, great! Now, this selection is designed for women, which is fine if that’s what you want, but we do have a men’s selection as well if you’re interested.”
His eyebrows shot up. “That’s a thing?”
“Oh, honey,” she giggled, gesturing for him to follow her, “come on.”
He shyly followed, subconsciously looking around to make sure no one was looking at him. She brought him over to a rack of lingerie that already looked more tailored to what he was looking for, larger sizes and clearly designed for men’s bodies.
“There’s two pieces and one pieces, and we’ve got mostly lace, with a few satin options as well.” She pulled sets out as she spoke, showing them off. The one piece sets were similar to bodysuits, meant to show off the chest and the groin. “Is there a special occasion this is for?”
“Um, it’s my one year anniversary with my boyfriend. He’s been wanting me to wear something like this for a while. I wanted to surprise him.”
She lit up, her smile brighter. “Oh, that’s so sweet! Well, I’ll let you look around. Just holler if you need anything!” She walked away, heading back to the register.
Dean blew out a heavy breath, shaking off the nerves. He began sifting through the choices, taking in all the different styles and materials. As he was moving sets aside, his fingers brushed against something that made his skin tingle. He picked it up off the rack, holding it out to look it over.
It was a black, two piece lace set, with elegant floral patterns. The top was a bralette, tailored for someone with a broad chest. Then there was the bottom piece, tiny shorts that had space meant to cradle and accentuate a soft cock. He brought it with him up to the register, shyly putting it down and hovering close as if to hide it from anyone walking by.
“Do you have this in blue?”
***
Dean’s mind was subtly adrift all night. Everything had been wonderful. He and Castiel had spent the whole day together, out and about existing peacefully, window shopping, talking, just being. Dinner had been lovely, much fancier than usual, something Castiel reserved over two months ago. Now, they were back at the bunker, left empty by Sam who vanished hours ago with no plans to come back until the next day, maybe.
Castiel pulled Dean along towards the hunter’s room, both of them peppering each other’s faces with kisses, stumbling along and almost tripping over each other. They managed to get into Dean’s room, Castiel kicking the door shut behind them. He pressed wet, open mouthed kisses to the hunter’s neck, dragging his tongue along Dean’s pulse point. Pushing Dean back towards the bed, he pulled away enough to meet the hunter’s eyes.
“Dean?” he paused, noticing Dean’s expression. “Hey, are you okay?” He cupped the hunter’s cheek, trying to offer a comforting touch. “You look nervous.”
Dean’s face flushed instantly, his heart hammering against his ribs. “Um, I’m fine. I promise. I, uh,” he fought off the self-conscious feeling, determined to push through, “I have a surprise for you. You just gotta undress me.”
Castiel tilted his head curiously, uncertain what Dean could be talking about. “Do you want me to do that now?” Dean nodded, gnawing on his bottom lip. The angel pushed Dean’s suit jacket off, then starting on the buttons of the hunter’s dress shirt. A quiet gasp fell from his lips, his eyes blowing wide as he undid the last button and pushed the shirt off of Dean’s shoulders. “Dean…” He placed his hands on Dean’s sides, not quite touching the delicate lace that covered the hunter’s pecs.
“I know you’ve wanted me to wear something like this for a while,” muttered Dean, letting his head fall onto the angel’s shoulder to hide his face. “So, uh, happy anniversary I guess.”
Castiel’s hands slowly rose, gently caressing over the material, his thumbs brushing over the hunter’s nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp. “You look beautiful.”
Dean pressed his forehead harder against the angel’s shoulder, a soft groan escaping as a mix of shyness and pride bloomed in his chest. He took Castiel’s hands into his own, guiding the angel down to his slacks. Castiel’s breath caught, his hands lightly shaking as he popped the button and pulled the zipper down, catching the first glimpse of blue. He carefully slid Dean’s slacks down, not taking his eyes off of the hunter’s cock, so delicately held by matching blue lace. Dean stepped out of pants, kicking them away and doing his best to stand proud, unashamed.
“I,” Castiel stopped, his mouth hung open and his pupils blown wide, “I think I’m speechless.”
“I’m kinda glad,” chuckled Dean. He closed the space between them, kissing the angel softly and undoing Castiel’s tie. Castiel let Dean undress him, shedding everything save for his boxers. “What do you wanna do to me?” Dean moved to kiss and nibble at the angel’s neck, giving Castiel a chance to answer.
“Too many things to do in one night.” Castiel groaned, heat pooling low in his gut, feeling nothing short of primal. “You look fucking ethereal.”
The angel’s words went straight to Dean’s cock, causing it to begin to strain against the lace. It wasn’t uncomfortable, the material soft against his warm skin. “Do whatever you want to me. Please.”
Castiel’s nails dug into his palm, struggling to hold onto a shred of control before getting entirely lost. “Are you sure?”
Dean pressed his palm to the angel’s cock, lightly stroking over the boxers. “I’ll use my safe word if I need to. Please, use me.”
Castiel’s hands flew to Dean’s shoulders, roughly shoving the hunter down. “On your knees. Now.”
Dean dropped obediently, sitting up on his knees to keep himself level with the angel’s groin. Castiel shoved his boxers down, his cock slapping against the hunter’s cheek. He grabbed his length with one hand and the back of Dean’s head with the other, harshly yanking the hunter forward and burying himself entirely down Dean’s throat. Dean braced himself on Castiel’s thighs, sucking in a breath through his nose, willing himself not to gag. Castiel’s fingers twisted in the hunter’s hair, gripping tight and holding Dean in place. He started with long, languid thrusts, pulling out so that Dean’s lips were wrapped around the head, then pushing every inch back in.
“Fuck,” he groaned quietly, taking in the sight under him. Dean looked stunning dressed up for him, delicate and desperate. He let go of the hunter’s head, letting his hand fall away. “Be good for me.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered shut as he took over, eagerly bobbing his head and swirling his tongue around the angel’s cock. His own length was achingly hard now, stretching the lace and staining it with precum. He pulled back to suck on the head of Castiel’s cock, opening his eyes and looking up at the angel through thick lashes that were splashed with tears. Lewd moans poured out of the angel, his fingers twitching at his sides, forcing himself not to grab the hunter and fuck Dean’s throat raw. No, he wanted to savor this, watch Dean greedily swallow his cock down. Castiel noticed Dean’s hand reach for his own length, attempting to give himself some relief.
“No,” he said firmly, earning a whine around his cock. Dean looked up at him with pleading eyes, only getting a devilish smile in return. “No, be good and don’t touch.”
Dean’s hand fell away, returning to the angel’s thigh as he quickened his motions, newly motivated to make Castiel spill down his throat. He swallowed around the angel, sucking hard and tracing the veins with his tongue.
Castiel ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, petting the top of the hunter’s head before grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking Dean off of him. The sight almost made him come on the spot, watching as thick, stringy saliva dripped off of his cock and down Dean’s chin, slipping down the hunter’s neck and chest. Dean whined at the loss, experimentally resisting Castiel’s hold, quickly realizing that the angel wasn’t going to let him move.
“Beg for it,” growled Castiel, pulling Dean’s head back and pushing his cockhead against the hunter’s lips, making sure not to let Dean take it into his mouth.
“Please,” whimpered Dean through panting breaths, the heat in his core spreading. “Please, Cas, please.”
“Please what?” Castiel dragged the tip of his cock from one corner of Dean’s mouth to the other, daring the hunter to make a wrong move.
“Please come in my mouth. I fucking need it.”
A smirk played on the angel’s lips as he continued to tease the hunter under him, pleased with the desperation in Dean’s strained voice. “Open your mouth and close your eyes.”
Dean did as told, letting his tongue fall just past his lips. Castiel kept his grip on the hunter firm as he began stroking himself, already nearing his release. He pumped faster, reaching his peak with a guttural moan and spurting thick, white ropes onto Dean’s face. Dean’s eyelids fluttered as he felt the sticky heat on his skin, some of it landing on his tongue. His eyes slowly opened, looking up at the angel but remaining unmoving, waiting.
“Good boy,” rasped Castiel through ragged breaths. He brought first finger to Dean’s cheek, running it up and gathering the come off of the hunter’s face, then sliding his finger into Dean’s open mouth.
Dean closed his lips around the angel’s finger, obediently sucking it clean. Castiel withdrew, then using his thumb to wipe more of his seed from the hunter’s face. Dean opened his mouth, patiently waiting for more. The angel pressed his thumb against the center of Dean’s tongue, moving it in slow circles, spreading his release around until it completely coated the hunter’s tongue.
“Such a good boy for me,” he whispered, slowly pulling away and watching Dean swallow. His eyes trailed down, spotting a noticeable wet spot where the tip of the hunter’s cock strained against the lace. “How do you want to come for me?”
“I want you inside,” whined Dean, his voice broken and raw. “Please.”
Castiel gestured for Dean to stand, kissing the hunter feverishly as soon as he did, pushing him back against the bed. Dean let himself be manhandled and pressed down against the mattress, his body burning hotter. The angel carefully pulled down Dean’s soaked bottoms, gently setting them off to the side. He fished around in the bedside drawer for lube, grabbing the bottle and popping the cap.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, pushing a finger inside.
Dean’s eyes rolled back, the angel already brushing against that spot inside him. “Yes, yes, please, Cas, please. I need it.” He rolled his hips when he felt a second finger enter him, chasing the pleasure. “Please, please, please, please.” He couldn’t stop babbling, feeling the dizzying warmth in his core shoot up and down his spine. “Please, Cas, please fuck me now. I need it. I need your cock inside me.”
Castiel groaned, his cock beginning to harden again from the hunter’s filthy words. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweet boy. You’re not prepared yet.”
“Please! I don’t care! I fucking need it! Please, Cas!”
Castiel removed his fingers, unable to deny Dean any longer. He slicked himself up with a generous amount of lube, hoping that would help him ease inside. Pressing against Dean’s entrance, he paused, wanting to tease just a little more.
“Beg for it,” he whispered, grabbing Dean’s hip hard enough to bruise.
“Please, Cas!” whimpered Dean, his fingers twisting in the sheets. “Please, please fuck me! Fucking use me! I need you inside so bad!”
“Good boy.” Castiel pushed in slow and steady, mindful not to hurt the hunter underneath him. He let out a content moan once he was fully seated, letting himself fall forward and kiss along Dean’s neck. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pushed himself back up, wrapping his arm around Dean’s waist and pulling the hunter up, putting Dean at the angle that would let him fuck inside the deepest. “Fuck, we need to get you a set that I can fuck you in.” He moved to start thrusting, snapping his hips forward hard, watching with hooded eyes as the tip of his cock caused a slight bump under Dean’s navel. “I want to watch my cock bulge your stomach under lace.”
Dean mewled at the words, pushing against Castiel and trying to bury the angel’s cock impossibly deeper. Castiel harshly pulled Dean down in time with his thrusts, the sound of his hips smacking against the hunter’s ass echoing in the room.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking needy,” he growled out through gritted teeth, his desire nothing short of animalistic, needing to ruin the hunter underneath him. “So fucking desperate. You need my cock that fucking bad, sweet boy?”
“Yes!” cried Dean, his head falling back and his spine arching. “Yes, I fucking need it! Need you to feel full!”
“That’s my perfect boy. So fucking beautiful like this.” Castiel lowered his head to bite along Dean’s chest, taking the lace between his teeth and pulling it up and out of his way. He sucked the hunter’s nipple into his mouth, softly biting as he began thrusting faster.
“Fuck, Cas!” Dean was seeing stars, certain he couldn’t feel any more euphoric than he did in that moment. The coil in his core wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap. “Close, close, close!” Castiel’s thrusts slowed, his mouth pulling off of Dean’s chest. “No, no, Cas, please! Please let me come! I need to!”
Castiel wrapped his hand around Dean’s cock, pumping his fist in time with his resumed thrusts. “Be a good boy and come all over your pretty tits.”
A lewd moan ripped from Dean’s throat, the coil snapping and sending waves of ecstasy throughout his whole body. Ropes of come painted his chest, splashing on the lace. Castiel buried himself completely, spilling inside with a loud groan. He stayed unmoving, looking down at Dean, covered in his own release, his skin flush and his eyes glassy. Castiel cupped the hunter’s face, gently brushing his thumb over Dean’s rosy cheeks.
“That’s my good boy,” he whispered. He carefully pulled out, moving up to press a kiss to Dean’s lips. Dean kissed back softly, a quiet whimper escaping. “Good boy. My sweet boy. How do you feel?”
Dean nodded, words still lost to him. He gave the angel a small smile, reaching up to cup Castiel’s face.
Castiel moved off of Dean, getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He came back quickly with a warm, wet rag, taking great care in cleaning the hunter off. Dean let his head fall back, the tender touches making his stomach flutter.
“Thank you,” he murmured, making the angel look at him.
“There you are,” said Castiel softly, continuing to clean the hunter’s skin. “That was a wonderful surprise.”
Dean let out a quiet chuckle, his cheeks warming. “Glad you liked it.” He thought back, everything that happened and what was said starting to come back to him. “Did you call my pecs tits?”
Castiel’s face turned bright red, his gaze leaving Dean’s and finding the floor. “I might have…”
Dean gnawed his bottom lip, chucking and reaching forward to make the angel look at him. “I liked it.”
“That’s good.” Castiel flushed impossibly darker.
Dean couldn’t help but laugh, leaning in and kissing the angel on the cheek, feeling the warmth on his lips. “We’re going shopping tomorrow, aren’t we?”
“Absolutely.”