moonlettuce | Fic: Second Door on the Left, SPN, Dean/Castiel

Title: Second Door on the Left
Author: Claire
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Because Dean's willing to beg for this...
Notes: Written for

dc_fireplace's drabble(ish) tree.

The door is barely closed when Castiel presses Dean against the wall and drops to his knees, smooth and graceful and fucking glorious.

Dean feels like he's been hard for hours, days, for fucking eternity. Been hard since he watched Cas sweep through the demons that had had them surrounded in righteous anger. He'd been terrifying and he'd been beautiful and he'd been Dean's. And it had taken them too long to get back to the motel, too long to get rid of the people that had wanted to know what happened out there, if they were okay. Too long to get to here and now and alone.

"Tell me what you want." Cas's voice is low, careful. "Tell me what you need--"

Dean reaches out, his fingers pressing against Cas's cheek. "Cas, please--"

Because Dean's willing to beg for this, willing to beg to get Cas's lips around him, hot and wet and fucking perfect.

"Please--"

The word is still fading from the air when Cas moves, fingers undoing Dean's jeans and releasing his hard cock.

"Oh, god, Cas--"

And then Cas is there, his mouth on Dean's cock and his hands on Dean's thighs.

There's a dull thud as Dean's head hits the wall, and there's a pain there, sharp and sudden, but it's drowned out by Cas, drowned out by the tongue swirling over his cockhead and the careful scrape of teeth across skin.

"Cas--" Dean knows that there should be other words, words like yes and please and now, but they're stuck in his throat. So he replaces words with touch, replaces need and want and mine with fingers running over Cas's face, through Cas's hair.

"Fuck--" Dean's fingers clench, tugging at Cas's hair as Cas takes him in to the root, nose nudging at Dean's stomach. And Dean's never been so grateful for Cas's lack of gag reflex, never been so grateful as his cock slides down Cas's throat, his balls against Cas's chin.

Cas is looking at him, just looking at him, blue meeting green, as he smiles, fucking smiles, around Dean's cock and swallows.

The warmth curls in Dean's belly, spreading through him as Cas moves, teeth and lips and tongue and throat pushing Dean closer to the edge. He can't help but thrust, can't help moving further into the furnace of Cas's mouth. And Cas takes it. On his knees with Dean's cock in his mouth and looking at Dean like he's surrounded by the very will of Heaven.

And the heat inside Dean finally breaks. His grip on Cas's hair tightens, strands pulled between his fingers as he comes, emptying himself into Cas and trusting that his angel will catch him as he falls.