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SPN, Dean/Castiel, by the end of the day he can't hold back anymore

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[I've never had to cut a fic here into two parts before, but it's so hard to cut words out of porn...so, y'know, don't tell anyone *shifty*]

By the end of the day Dean can't hold back any more. He's too bright, too restless, adrenaline a wire in his spine that won't let him rest, won't let him relax.

Castiel lays a hand on his arm.

"You should calm down, this solves nothing."

"Maybe you should make me," Dean spits.

Castiel's fingers bite in, an edge of unexpected pain and Dean stills and gasps and, yeah, that's it. That flash of frustrated anger is what he wants and he pulls, gives one great jerk hard enough to hurt and Castiel...doesn't let go.

"Is this what you want from me?" Castiel demands, voice careful and heavy and flat. But there's a flicker of something almost wild in his eyes. Blue drowning in black - and Jesus Dean doesn't want to think that, can't think that.

But there in Castiel's face is something hard, something certain, something prepared to give him whatever he wants and Dean swallows, rough and hard, too quick.

"Yes." It's quiet and honest and stupid, damn stupid.

It's how he ends up on the floor, clothes stripped from him in quick, efficient movements. Not resisting any of it. Until he's left on his knees on the carpet, skin prickling in the cool air, breathing tension and anger and unwilling arousal.

Castiel's hand is so fucking strong on the back of his neck, impossible to push again, impossible to resist, and Dean almost chokes on trying. It pushes all the way down, presses until his forehead touches the floor

"Are you penitent?" Castiel asks smoothly.

"Cas-"

"Answer me." The fingers tighten, until they're points of fierce pain on the side of his neck and the fragile curve of his skull.

Dean drags a shocked breath in the darkness. He feels like his skin is burning, crawling with electricity and sweat.

"Yes."

Castiel hand relaxes, warm and human again and it slides down his neck, sweeps slowly over the long bending line of his back, then eases to a stop on the curve of his ass.

"Oh, Jesus, Cas -"

A sharp slap cuts the word off and Dean jumps under the force of it, ass stinging, fucking stinging.

"Blasphemy will not be tolerated," Castiel says simply, hard and certain that Dean won't need to be told again. Dean's too busy dragging breath after breath, cock heavy and hot and too hard. His thighs twitch when Castiel's hand glides over the back of them. The sensation is slow, curious. But Dean can feel the quiet tension.

"Do it, just fucking do it if you're gonna, don't leave me like this." The words are a garbled mess, mouth too wet and too desperate for air.

Castiel makes a soft noise.

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Two fingers are pushed between his lips and he opens around them with a groan, opens wide, teeth scraping along the length of them when they gather spit from his tongue. Telling him exactly what Castiel is going to do to him, what he's going to take from him. The angel leaves him gasping when his fingers slide free.

Dean exhales, rough and graceless when they press into him, one uncomfortable push. Careful but not gentle and Dean doesn't want gentle, doesn't want soft. He wants to be broken. He wants to be dragged all the way to the edge.

Castiel's other hand strokes his back, long sweeps that feel guilty, that feel like they're stolen. Like he thinks he'll never be allowed to touch like this again and it occurs to Dean in that moment that Castiel wants too. He wants what Dean wants, he wants to touch him.

Maybe more than a little. Though Dean knows that Castiel won't demand more. That he intends to make Dean come like this and the thought wrecks him, completely and totally.

"Cas, please." Dean shivers out a breath when Castiel presses deep, a heavy push up and in that leaves bright, sharp warmth in his veins. He's not above begging, no matter what anyone thinks, not with his blood roaring in his ears and his skin on fire. "Please, I don't want to do this alone."

Castiel exhales, a faint shiver of sound that's brief and soft. That Dean thinks - has to think - is almost needy.

"Cas."

The quiet rustle of cloth and the soft grip-slide of a zipper makes Dean's head fall forward. Too heavy and too damn dizzy, because he's fairly sure he's just convinced an angel to fuck him when he's never done anything like this before. Damn sure that Cas hasn't and, oh God, they're a fucking mess.

Castiel is shaky, just a little too rough. He knows what he's doing but he feels new, greedy and impatient.

He's bigger than Dean expects, harder, not slippery enough to be comfortable or easy, and then Castiel shifts and bends him and - fucking Jesus- pushes in hard.

Dean's throat can't hold the noise that crawls up it, and it sounds lost and shameless, shaken apart and wounded.

He doesn't say no, doesn't say stop, though it hurts, hurts all the way in and he feels broken open, sobbing quick breaths into the floor and taking it. Until Castiel is balls deep in his ass and he's shaking, whimpering and still hard, still so fucking hard.

He's so close to the edge, he's a twitching, gasping wreck. But he's pushing back every time Castiel presses in. Quick, unsteady inexperienced pushes, and the angel's hands slip and skid on the sweat damp skin of Dean's waist and hips.

Dean's begging, harsh and slurred, for Cas to please just let him, just let him come. His skin is too tight, too hot and Castiel is a solid ache inside him again and again. And Dean can't do anything but shake apart. He can't do anything but fucking drown in it, coming messy and warm against the carpet in one long shudder. While Castiel whimpers and clutches at his skin and comes apart inside him, leaves him filled and dizzy and aching from the inside out.

The angel is heavy and warm and unmoving against his spine, hands soothing the shivers that threaten to tear him apart.

Castiel holds him while he breaks.

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OMG DEAN. POOR BABY. *hugs him* fuuuuuuuck this was porny good. Have I told you today that you amaze me? <3

I am going to have this in my head as I work this afternoon. <3 <3

I'd write more, but I'm AT work... :D

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~~I made you read porn at work, feeling particularly evil now ;D~~

I'm really glad you liked it, I was afraid the sex felt like it was happening for no reason so I was a bit worried. Then Dean decided to break a little bit.

Still I'm glad I left you at work with good mental images! :D

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Oh my dear lord, you are on a roll today.

"Are you penitent?" Castiel asks smoothly.

That sent shivers up my spine, I love powerful, remember what I am Cas so damn much.

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I have no idea what happened yesterday, I honestly don't.

I'm glad you liked it. I don't write badass Castiel enough so I was compelled to have a go.

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I have no idea what happened yesterday, I honestly don't.

Whatever it was we need to bottle is and sell it. <3

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*laughs*

I'm still waiting to see if there are any horrible side effects!

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Maybe writing lots of hot porn is the side effect?

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It's my cold medicine! Damn it knew it XD

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*drugs you*

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LMAO!

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nnnnnngah. BAMF dom!Cas ftmfw. I am brokeded.

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I am working on my BAMF dom!Cas, I do not write him enough. I think he breaks most people :D

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I am writing him a lot lately *shamelessly self-pimps to you*. He's kind of amazing. <3

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*vanishes like Batman to read you BAMF dom!Cas*

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Oh, god, I fangirl you enough without you being like Batman, too!!

;-D

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I've been playing Arkham Asylum so I'm in a very Batman mood Mwhahahaha!

Also, OMG! I may have to steal that icon because I love it to pieces!

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I know, isn't it cute! *flails* We just bought that game, I have to give it a try.... the opening walk-for-20-minutes thing bored me to death at first too.

[Stops spamming comment_fic with inanity.]

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