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Pleasure	By : LyokoWarrior19 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pleasure
- 2-Euphoria
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Chapter 2: Euphoria

            “Please, Dean!” Castiel’s voice was rough, harsh even, still it did not bother Dean. No, his angel looked like a needy whore on all fours, naked before him and it was just how the Winchester wanted him. “Dean, I can’t hold on…”

            At first, it took months for Castiel to come back to him; still the angel didn’t meet his eyes. He would merely kneel before the hunter and beg for Dean to touch his wings. Then, months turned to weeks, and soon after that, weeks turned to days. Now, Castiel would find him whenever he was alone and beg him for more, just like a drug addict seeking a fix. And Dean never again asked Castiel to reciprocate. The angel had even tried profusely at first, after Dean would stroke his wings and cum hard and loud. Castiel would try to touch or suck on Dean, but the hunter wouldn’t let him.

            No, Dean Winchester had decided that it was wrong, that it was like forcing Castiel into it. So instead, when the angel would come to him full of want and need, Dean would merely help him achieve his euphoria, then Dean would tell the angel to leave.

            “Please Dean!” Again the angel screamed, sending a painful vibration down to Dean’s prick. “Dean!” Another scream, another painful throb.

            Dean’s hands worked where the angel’s wings met his back, massaging hard and fast, wanting Castiel to cum as fast as possible so Dean could take care of his own reaction. However, the hunter was not prepared for when happened next. Violently, Castiel stood and pounced on Dean, pinning him to the bed. In a flash, the hunters clothes were gone and Dean struggled against his Castiel. “S-stop!” The Winchester cried out, groaning as the angel’s ass rubbed against his painfully hard prick, “Please, just stop,” Dean the sobbed, unable to fight anymore.

            Castiel huffed above him. “A year we have been doing this, Winchester,” He barked out, making Dean flinch. Never before had Castiel call him Winchester. It was a harsh tone, void of the arousal the angel was obviously feeling, judging by his erection. “If you don’t want to fuck me, then I won’t have you touch my wings anymore, just tell me Dean! Tell me you don’t find me attractive! Tell me I disgust you!” The angel sobbed, tears falling from his eyes and onto the other man’s chest. “Tell me you hate me so I can stop loving you and we can return to normal!”

            “You…you want m-me to…” Dean gulped, “But, you said…you said you couldn’t, you didn’t want to.” He look away, ashamed, “I took advantage of you, I forced myself on you.”

            “No,” The angel breathed in amazement, “you didn’t take advantage, and you didn’t force yourself. I have wanted you ever since I rose you from the pit. It’s been a year since I said that. I was ashamed and embarrassed! I’m not anymore. I want you inside me. Make me feel whole, Dean Winchester.”

            That was all it took for Dean to get the message. Smirking, he grasped the angels face and kissed him with all the passion and ferocity that he could muster, his tongue mapping out the caver that was Castiel’s mouth. After a moment, Dean pulled back and grumbled out in an aroused voice, “Get on your knees, bitch.”

            That phrase made the angel shudder and he did what he was told, getting on his hands and knees in front of his soon-to-be lover. “Please, touch my wings.” He begged.

            But Dean didn’t, not this time. Instead, the hunter rubbed the angel’s shoulders, digging his nails into the flesh there and rubbing his dick against Castiel’s bare ass, making the heavenly being moan and grind into him. Dean touched everywhere around the wings, gentle, then rough, soft, then hard. He took his time torturing his angel, making the man beg for more.

            But this would not be over quickly. Dean would not rush his pleasure, or Castiel’s pleasure. The hunter would take it slow and steady – he had nothing if not time. Dean had never loved a woman. He never spent more than one night with a woman – other than Lisa, but she was the mother of his child – but with Castiel it was different. Dean was never satisfied, never satiated, he always wanted more of the angle every time they came together.

            The older Winchester spent the night worshiping his angel. He touch and caressed ever part of his heavenly body except the place Castiel wanted it the most. Dean’s hands ghosted over the rippling muscles of Castiel’s back, the hunter fingered the smooth abs of his stomach, toyed with the angel’s belly button, embraced the taunt shoulders beneath him. Castiel begged and moaned, grinded his ass against the hot flesh of Dean erect prick, but the hunter would not be swayed. It rose Cas into a euphoric frustration slowly, surely. Their bodies pressed together, soaking in sweat, their skin glistening in the low lamp light of the room.

            Then, it became too much for Dean – too much and too little at the same time. His roaming hands became harder, his touches more firm. He growled into Castiel’s ear, holding out a finger to the angel and demanding he suck. Castiel’s hot, velvet tongue was his undoing. It wrapped around his finger and enclosed it in its tight, wet heat. It tortured him, Castiel’s tongue did; it begged Dean to fuck the angel right then and there. The hunter had to take a breath to calm himself before removing his finger and placing it at the entrance of his very willing partner.

            The Winchester took a deep breath, “This might hurt,” He spoke softly against his lover’s skin before pushing that first finger deep into Castiel’s tight hole.

            The angel winced; the feeling was foreign to him, but not all to unpleasant. He moaned when Dean curled his fingers and hit his prostate, he arched his back high into the air when the hunter pressed his fingers hard onto that spot and kept them there, Castiel saw stars of white hot pleasure when Dean pressed harder, and harder still. Castiel had to beg him to stop, tell him it was too much, too much pleasure for his body to withstand.

            The angel was in euphoric agony when dean finally removed those talented fingers from his entrance. He sighed in a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, but instantly he was graced with the feeling of Dean’s hot rod at his entrance and he found himself gasping for air, the pure pleasure making it impossibly hard to breathe. Pleasure not only from Dean’s dick, which slowly entered him, but also from the tight grip the hunter had on both of his wings as the Winchester used them as leverage, pulling Castiel back onto him. And when that sweet, sweet heat enveloped Dean completely, he had to resist pounding into his angel with everything he had. Sweat covered their bodies and they were stuck relishing the gratification of that first thrust.

            It was Castiel who gave first, pushing his hips back against Dean, stretching his wings wide with pleasure, “Please,” The wonton angel begged his charge, “pleasure do not stop. I need to feel you.”

            That was all Dean needed to hear. He started with slow, deep thrusts into the tight body of his lover, grunting in pleasure, savoring the high pitch moans that Castiel released beneath him. Dean wanted this moment to never end; he wanted to stay inside of Castiel, hearing the angel moaning his name forever. But soon it was not enough; Dean pulled Castiel back by his wings – unaware of just how much pleasure that caused the angel – and began to thrust wild and fast, aiming to hit Castiel prostate, in which he was very successful. Before long, the angel was screaming Dean’s name, telling him just how close he was and Dean picked up his pace, rushing to met his lover in climax.

            They cam together; for Dean, it was harder then anytime he had ever cum before. He could feel Castiel’s passage tightening around his cock, drawling it out of him, milking him for everything he had. Castiel was hoarse, giving a silent scream as he spread his seed over the sheets, fueled by the feeling of his lover filling him to the brim.

            Both lay panting. Neither one said a word. They stayed like this for minutes, then hours. Finally, Dean pushed himself up with weak arms and slid out of Castiel’s tight hole, sighing in pleasure at the feeling and watching as his cum drizzled out of his angel. Without saying a word, Dean laid next to Castiel and pulled him into a tight embrace. They stayed this way until eventually both fell asleep.
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