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Born on Wings of Steel	By : LotusMoon Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4689 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Reaching up between Castiel's forearms, Dean gripped the lapels of Cas' trenchcoat and pulled. This time the other man moved, and Dean closed the distance between them with a kiss. His need was too great for gentleness, and it was a bruising crush of lips and clicking teeth. He angled his head to deepen the kiss, roughly forcing Cas' mouth open wide, and thrust his tongue inside. He'd been wrong before about Cas not having a taste. Castiel tasted slightly of ozone, like breathing deeply outside after a thunderstorm.
He circled Cas around until he was the one backed against the wall, then Dean pushed his hips forward, pressing their pelvises together. Breath hot on each other's faces, Dean rubbed his tongue against Cas', moving in and out, grinding their hips to the rhythm. Releasing the coat lapels, Dean's fingers worked the knot loose in Castiel's perpetually crooked tie, then whipped it off, tossing it on the floor. He made quick work of the buttons, yanking the shirt tails up to get to the ones on the bottom. Then the belt, the clink of the buckle making his dick throb. Leaving the belt in its loops, he popped the pants button and, not willing to separate their bodies enough to make room for his hand, forced the zipper down by jerking open the fly.
Running his hands up Cas' bare chest, he thumbed the nipples, making Cas gasp inside his mouth. His hands slid under the trenchcoat around Cas' ribcage, down his back, then under the waistband of his pants and underwear to cup his ass. He squeezed firmly, making Cas groan, and Dean hungrily swallowed the sound. He squeezed in time to the pelvic grinding and tongue thrusting, undulating his whole body against Castiel's.
Castiel's breathing, already fast, faltered into erratic gasps muffled inside the suffocating kiss. Dean withdrew his tongue, and latched onto Cas' ear, sucking on the soft earlobe.
"Hah," the cry was breathy.
Dean had done enough dry-humping to tell Cas was close.
"Come for me, Cas," Dean whispered in his ear.
"Ah!"
Castiel's ass muscles tightened under Dean's hands as his hips locked outward, and his head fell forward onto Dean's shoulder. Castiel's body shook a moment, then he was still except for his heaving chest. His breath was hot on Dean's neck. Sliding his hands out of Castiel's pants, Dean straightened, which made Castiel raise his head. There were red marks on Castiel's bared chest from the zipper on Dean's leather jacket and blood on his swollen mouth where the rough kiss had split his lower lip. Bending down, Dean sucked at the lip, the salty, coppery taste of blood mixing with ozone. He licked his own lips, looking down into Castiel's half-closed eyes.
He should stop now, before Cas saw anymore of this side of him. No, it was already too late.
Reaching up, Dean grabbed the sides of the trenchcoat and shirt collars and pulled them down to Castiel's elbows. Then he realized Cas still had one hand fisted in the front of his shirt. Reaching up, he opened Castiel's fingers and, holding his gaze, licked the middle finger before sliding it into his mouth and sucking it. Castiel's eyelids flickered. Releasing the hand, Dean finished pulling the trenchcoat and shirt off, letting them fall to the floor at their feet. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Then he sank to his knees.
He pulled Castiel's underwear and pants half-way down his thighs, exposing his penis, which was still semi-hard. That was a good sign. Using his discarded t-shirt, Dean wiped the mess and gripped Castiel's cock, which twitched in his hand. Dean knew Castiel's lack of experience would make him come quickly the first time, and he needed him to stay hard longer. Dean swirled his tongue over the head and stabbed the tip of his tongue into the hole. There was a double thump as Castiel's hands slammed back against the wall. Dean looked up, and Castiel was watching him, blue eyes dark under the shadow of his lashes.
Maintaining eye contact, Dean flicked his tongue under the head and ran it along the underside. Then, using as much saliva as possible, he licked the shaft with the flat of his tongue. Making a ring with his thumb and middle finger, Dean stroked up and down the shaft while he sucked the head inside his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
"Dean," Cas breathed.
Dean liked the way his name sounded when Cas said it like that. Since Cas' cock was fully erect, Dean took it all the way into his mouth, feeling the head bump the back of his throat. Dean didn't have a gag reflex; he never choked on food or cock.
"Dean!" Castiel's hips bucked.
Oh yeah. Dean really liked the way that sounded. He wanted to make Cas call his name all night long. A pang of regret penetrated his driven lust. But that wasn't what he was doing here. It was doubtful Cas would give him the chance again after he used him tonight. He shoved that thought down and concentrated on what he was doing.
Since he was deep-throating, he braced one hand against Castiel's hip and pushed him firmly against the wall so Dean controlled the depth and speed. With his other hand, he rolled Castiel's balls, which where heavy, but still soft and not pulled up against his cock, so he had some time before he'd come again. Good.
Pressing his tongue up against the underside of Castiel's dick, Dean moved forward and backward, slow, then fast, then slow, making the rhythm erratic. Ideally, he was trying to get Castiel as big and hard as possible while keeping him from coming.
Dean let Cas' cock slip out of his mouth, pressing the side of his face on the inside of his thigh while he slipped off Castiel's brown accountant shoes and pulled Cas' pants off the rest of the way. Then he slid his hands up from Castiel's ankles to his hips, turning his head to kiss and bite the thigh his cheek had been resting on. As he rose to his feet, Dean's hands moved up Cas' back, and his mouth and tongue moved up the front, occasionally nipping and biting, eliciting gasps from Cas.
When he was standing again, Dean hesitated, nuzzling Castiel's neck and rubbing his lower back. Normally, when he was screwing guys, he preferred doing it vertically, facing the wall, where there was zero chance of eye contact. It would be a difficult position with Cas' inexperience.
"I'm driving," Dean whispered in Cas' ear.
Castiel turned his head to look out the window at the parking lot, then gave Dean a confused look. Dean closed his eyes briefly and suppressed a sigh.
"Lay down on the bed, Cas," he instructed.
Dean followed Cas to the bed, fishing the condom out of his front pocket. As Castiel lay down on his back, Dean held the foil square in his teeth, unbuttoning his jeans and toeing off his boots. Bending down, he shimmied out of his jeans and boxers. When he straightened, his gaze traveled over Cas, who looked unbelievably sexy laying naked on the bed, face flushed, kiss-swollen mouth slightly open, marked with love bites and abrasions in tender places from Dean's day-old beard, erect cock jutting upward.
Climbing onto the bed, Dean straddled Castiel's thighs. While Castiel watched, he tore open the foil packet with his teeth and removed the condom, rolling it down over Cas' cock. He didn't think they needed the protection; Cas had told him about his vessel being impervious to disease or something like that, but he sure as hell needed the extra lubrication. He wasn't a total masochist.
Castiel appeared curious, but didn't resist or question, he just stroked Dean's thighs and looked up at him, which was unnerving. Dean found a water stain on the wallpaper above the headboard, and focused on it while he raised up on his knees and bent forward slightly, reaching behind him to grip Castiel's dick. He rubbed the lubed tip across his anus a few times, then lined it up and pushed himself back onto it. He frowned at the uncomfortable stretch as the head went inside, and rocked back and forth a bit to make sure Castiel would go in all the way without bending.
Taking a deep breath, Dean closed his eyes and slammed back and down, impaling himself fully on Castiel's cock. He grunted at the stabbing pain as he felt himself tear, losing his own erection immediately. Bracing himself with his hands on Cas' chest, he lifted up and drove himself down again, the bed creaking under the force. He bit his lip and grunted again, the pain spiking deeper. It was almost enough to override the queasy gut he'd had since he'd he'd driven out of that marsh, but not quite. He started to rise up again, but was prevented by Castiel's hands gripping his hips.
"Enough," Castiel said.
Dean didn't want to open his eyes. This was the reason he faced the wall when he did this. As bad as it was to see the expressions on strangers' faces, it would be a thousand times worse to see it on Castiel's: disgust, derision, pity.
"Dean."
Steeling himself, he opened his eyes. Castiel's steady gaze met his, and Dean didn't see any of the things he dreaded on his face; he just saw Cas, looking concerned.
"I cannot allow you to hurt yourself," Castiel said.
His right hand slid up Dean's thigh and around his waist to touch the small of Dean's back. A circle of warmth radiated out from the base of his spine, and the pain dissipated.
"You don't understand. I need this, Cas." Anger flared in Dean's chest. "Why didn't you just leave me alone at the bar?"
He tried to lift himself off Cas, but the angel had a vise-like grip on his hips. He always forgot how strong Castiel was at the most inconvenient times.
"Let me go, Cas," he demanded.
Castiel sat up, cock shifting inside him, bringing their chests together, and Dean turned his head away. Panic scrambled up his spine. He didn't know how to handle gentleness at a time like this. He had to retake control of this situation pronto. Wedging his hands between them, Dean tried to push Castiel back, but he was an oak tree again.
"Cas, please," Dean begged.
Castiel's hands moved away from his hips, one lifting to cup his cheek, facing him forward, the other lightly covering the burn scar on his shoulder. The light touch on the scar held him as securely as the iron grip had.
"Sex should not be a punishment, Dean," Cas said softly.
They were so close, Dean felt Cas' lips move against his when he spoke. He remembered the feeling of weightlessness, the almost unbearable lightness of being, when Cas had lifted him from Hell. Before he realized it, he had stopped pushing Cas away and had slid his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He didn't know who initiated it, but suddenly they were kissing. Not with the bruising intensity from earlier, or the tentative exploration from yesterday, but something in between. Neither of them was fighting for dominance, they were just trying to pull the other one closer.
Dean's dick stirred and he felt himself getting hard again. He started rocking his hips as much as he could pressed this close. Finally, he broke the kiss and used Castiel's shoulders as leverage to lift himself up and down, grunting softly, this time in pleasure. It was still a snug fit; Cas was no slouch in the package department, but now Dean had grown used to the stretch and the muscles were relaxed. Castiel's breathing sped up, deepening into a soft moan when Dean lowered himself.
Eyes fluttering closed, Dean experimented with different angles and the rhythm, trying to find his sweet spot. He had never had sex with a guy in this position; usually it was a girl doing a lap-dance on his dick.
Castiel's hands smoothed down his back, squeezing his ass, which created a nice tingle. Dean moaned in appreciation, arching his back slightly, which Cas obviously took as an invitation to start kissing his neck and chest. Then his aching cock was enveloped in a warm hand as Cas started jerking him off. Dean opened his eyes and looked down at Cas, who was watching him intently.
"It feels incredible inside you," Cas said.
A retort leapt to Dean's lips, something about not talking to him like he was a chick, but the truth was, hearing Cas say that was kind of hot. Still moving up and down, his own dick being firmly stroked, Dean leaned his head down, pressing his sweaty temple to Castiel's.
"How does it feel, Cas?" he asked softly.
"Tight. And warm," Cas said.
"Tell me to come for you," Dean said.
"Come for me, Dean," Cas' voice was low and husky, and it went straight to Dean's cock.
"Damn," Dean groaned.
He pressed his face into the crook of Cas’ neck and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Rocking his hips forward one last time into Cas’ hand, Dean came. The release was deep; it was the most intense orgasm he could remember experiencing in a long time. He half-collapsed onto Cas, panting against his neck while Castiel’s hands smoothed over his back in long, slow strokes.
Everything bad that had happened today was gone as if Cas had erased it like all the scars on his body when he’d brought him back. For a moment, they stayed like that, chests pressed together, racing hearts pounding against each other through the fragile confines of flesh and bone.
But, his legs were starting to ache, and he knew Cas hadn’t come yet. Dean lifted his head and kissed Cas lightly on the lips before straightening.
“My legs are linguini,” Dean said.
Castiel frowned, not understanding, and Dean smiled at him.
“We need to shift positions,” Dean clarified. “You hold the condom.”
Pushing with one hand on Castiel’s shoulder to raise himself, Dean grasped Castiel’s hand and slid it between them, wrapping his fingers around the condom at the base of his dick. Then Dean lifted up all the way, and flopped over onto his back next to Castiel, straightening his legs with a wince. Glancing over, Dean saw that Castiel was still sitting there holding his dick, and chuckled. Sitting up, he gingerly pulled the condom off, grimacing at the streaks of blood before tossing it into the wastebasket by the bed.
“Housekeeping is going to think I’ve been violating virgins,” he joked.
Grabbing the edge of the sheet, he wiped his come off Cas’ stomach.
“Well, I guess I have,” he said with a smirk.
“I have not been violated,” Cas protested.
“Hm.”
Dean turned the hum into a kiss, lightly touching the tip of his tongue to Cas’ and stroking the outside of his hip and thigh. Although the intense feeling after his orgasm had faded, the lightness had remained, making Dean feel playful.
“I guess to really pop your cherry,” he whispered, thumb stroking the crease of Cas’ thigh, “you need to come inside me.”
The thigh twitched under Dean’s hand. With a smile, Dean licked Cas’ earlobe and whispered, “Do you want to come inside me, Cas?”
“Yes,” Cas answered immediately.
“Get the lube,” Dean said.
He sat back so Castiel could lean over and reach into the night stand drawer. Cas glanced at the drawer and when he looked back at Dean, the tube had appeared in his hand. Dean laughed.
“Neat trick, Criss Angel,” Dean said.
Wrapping an arm around Cas’ shoulders, Dean lay back down, pulling Cas on top of him.
“I don’t understand that ref-” Cas began.
Dean cut him off with a kiss, slow and deep. It felt strange to have another man’s weight pressing him down. He bottomed from the top, and any other time he was on his back like this, something was usually trying to kill him. But, it felt good to have Cas’ body pressed along the length of his. He rubbed his hands down Cas’ back, cupping his ass and squeezing. Cas groaned into his mouth and Dean continued kneading, rolling his hips up into Cas’ groin.
Panting, Cas broke the kiss and looked down at him.
“Dean, I need...” Castiel stopped, searching for words.
“I know, buddy,” Dean said, lightly slapping his ass. “Sit up.”
Dean bent his knees with his feet flat on the bed, making room for Castiel to kneel between his legs. When Cas hesitated, Dean bumped his hand with his knee.
“Grease your piston,” he instructed.
Popping the cap, Castiel squirted gel into his palm and meticulously began spreading it on his dick. Dean propped an arm under his head to watch. Castiel started slowly pumping himself, a flush creeping up into his face, and Dean’s cock hardened. It was seriously hot watching Cas touch himself. He considered making Cas masturbate in front of him until he came, but Dean didn’t know if Cas would be able to pitch a third inning.
With a little sigh of regret, Dean rolled over and got on his elbows and knees. It was an easy position for beginners, and he was hoping Cas could figure it out from here.

Note: Song lyrics are from "Icarus" and "Wheels" by Kansas.
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