comment_fic | Tuesday: Kink

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Good morning all. I think I'm

badfalcon but with the headache I've got right now, I can't be too sure.

Continuing with me being utterly self-indulgent, we're going to have anotehr one of my favourite things today: Kink Day.
Foot fetish? Bondage? Spanking? Piercing? Tie & Tease? a full S&M 24/7 total power exchange?
Just remember: your kink is your kink, and someone else's kink is theirs!

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From:

tiptoe39.livejournal.com

((I started to write this as a hella dark punishment thing but then I decided I needed to just write fun rough sex. Hope it's Ok.

Goddamn, but they're sweaty.

And grimy, and covered with blood and dirt and all kinds of crap that Dean doesn't even want to imagine. His heart's pumping and he's grinning like an idiot and holy shit does he ever need a shower.

Sam's long since learned the signs that he should really let Dean and Castiel have their alone time; he's gone out to order them a very slow-baking pizza while the two of them "clean off." Dean's not sure he likes the way Sam says those two words. But he's too winded and sweaty to complain.

He's stripping off his wet clothes as he goes; Castiel just blinks and they're gone, like I Dream of fucking Jeannie (which, incidentally, Dean did quite a bit during junior high). Cas is joining him in the shower because Cas wants to be with him, not because he needs washing off or anything. He can twitch his nose and get Angel Fresh. But then he wouldn't get to rub his hands all over Dean, and that would be a waste of magical powers.

They're wrapped around each other, kissing, as they step into the shower. The blood's pumping through Dean everywhere, not just in his cock although that's getting a heavy dose. The tips of his fingers are tingling. Endorphins and adrenaline from the fight are filling him with a haze of pleasure. And Cas feels fucking amazing, like something out of a Roman museum, marble and hot skin.

Castiel bites his neck hungrily, cups his ass in two hands and pulls him in tight. They mold against each other perfectly. Only water can make its way between their two bodies; nothing else can fit. "Want." One word. Castiel's voice is the growl of a dog.

"Wash me first." Dean steps back, scoops up the soap and tosses it to Cas. He raises his arms, grins. "C'mon, make me clean before we get all dirty again."

"You're killing me." Spoken so damned cleanly, seriously, deadpan. Even though nothing could kill the man who says it, certainly not delayed gratification. Dean appreciates the irony. It's one of those moments that reminds him that he doesn't just want Cas, he needs him. Cas brings humor to the dark parts of his life and purpose to the parts that seem empty. He grins and beckons with one finger.

Cas soaps him up hastily, down arms and chest, and Dean's jaw tilts back so the water runs down over his face. This is bliss, this is heaven, and anyone who says otherwise is a damn fool. Including the angels who live there. Who needs paradise? He has an angel lathering him up with soap and heated glances. There's nothing else to need.

(to be continued)

From:

tiptoe39.livejournal.com

"Fuck," he breathes when Cas goes to his knees, washes his feet. He lets the hard jut of Dean's cock bounce against his jaw and cheek, just barely brushes his lips over the crown. Dean thrusts forward harder than he intends, and his hands go to Cas's hair, pulling those lips back to where they need to be. Castiel opens up for him without a word, keeps his eyes open as Dean fucks his mouth, looks up at him reverently the whole time. Dean wants so bad to just slam into that hotness, the slippery dampness of tongue and the tight suction of taut lips, until he's gone. The temptation's almost irresistible.

But that's not happening. Castiel pulls away and gets to his feet. His erection is red, thick, mouth-watering. Dean's belly begins to ache with the remembered feeling of Castiel inside him, so much that he can almost feel it before it happens. The anticipation eats at him, and he runs a hand over his own cock, unthinkingly masturbating to the sight and the memory. Castiel lets him go for a minute, then with a powerful hand pulls on his shoulder hard enough that Dean spins around, loses balance, and crashes against the tiles. His arms go out just in time to keep himself from smacking his head on the hard, sweating slabs.

Castiel's hands are quick and sure. "Jesus," Dean hears himself say, "Jesus, fuck, hurry." The scissoring fingers inside him are turning him to jelly, and Castiel's other hand is around his stomach, teasing the head of his cock in soft movements of too-gentle fingerpads. "More," Dean hears himself say, "more."

Just before he pushes inside him, Castiel growls something in his ear that draws a gasp and a frantic moan.

So sudden and so complete that first stroke that Dean's knees nearly give out. The two of them hiss "yes" in matching whispers. Dean's clawing at the title, fingernails searching in vain for something to dig into, and if it weren't for Castiel's hand holding him up he might lose his balance altogether.

But now, buried inside him, Castiel can put another hand on his hip, reach around to start massaging his cock. With each short, sharp stroke of hand Dean's a little more undone. He pushes backward into Cas' thrusts, matching his pace. They breathe heavy and ragged, and the echoes of the shower make it sound like an orgy in the small bathroom.

Cas comes first, abrupt and quick, as his puffs of breath accelerate quickly into low moans, then higher. Then a whimper and a cry, like the sounding of a horn, and he's spurting heat into Dean and raking fingernails against his thigh. As the shudders subside he devotes himself fully to getting Dean off. His hand's a brutal mix of pleasure and pain, chafing and soothing in equal measure, and it doesn't take Dean long to join him, stiffening and shooting all over the shower wall, crying Cas' name and an obscenity or two, then doubling over, breathing in steam, trying halfheartedly to stop the world from spinning. He doesn't really want it to. He never wants to come down from this high.

First they breathe, Castiel still pressed inside him, for a long series of seconds. Then they disengage, and turn, and look at each other, half-laughing. Finally they kiss, sweet and gentle.

"Water's getting cold," Castiel says.

"Hot pillow talk there, Cas," Dean responds.

They can't stop grinning all through the pizza. Sam has that gently ticked look on his face, the one that says Well, he's happy, whatcha gonna do? Castiel touches Dean's thigh under the table, just gently, and Dean's faith is reaffirmed. This has got to be heaven.

From:

entangled-now.livejournal.com

I really like this, shower sex is always one of my favourites, but I love the way you write how much Castiel needs.

From:

tiptoe39.livejournal.com

hee, you do have a kink for the needy!cas, eh? I'll keep it in mind for whenever your birthday comes along. **grins*

thanks honey!

From:

entangled-now.livejournal.com

Maybe you put it there! You wicked person. But I am more than happy to admit to it in case it lures you into writing it again :D

From:

sycophantastic.livejournal.com

Oh my goodness... I... it's... this... it really works! This is the first time I've ever done this comment fic request thing, so I didn't really expect a response. Woo hoo!

Also, HOLY BUCKETS I love what you wrote!! I like that Dean honestly wants to get clean (heh, sort of), and that Cas bit Dean. I love the slam onto the tile, and especially this - Castiel growls something in his ear that draws a gasp and a frantic moan - because I love a deep growl right before things get serious.

Thank you muchly for the lovely PWP! :)