Fic - Once Bitten - PWP
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deancaskinkmeme because I was looking for something to do today....
Title: Once Bitten
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, PWP, biting.
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Cas
Summary: the prompt was: Bottom!Dean, PWP, very little angst please. Something where Cas discovers Dean likes to be bitten and Dean is really vulnerable/vocal - so there you have it!
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Not two seconds after Dean hears Sam pull away in the Impala, he hears the flutter of wings and Cas is at the foot of the bed staring down at Dean intently. Dean smirks, tossing aside the book he was pretending to read.
“And that’s the best part of an angelic booty call, no wait time.” He swings his feet off the bed and Castiel is already peeling off his coats and stepping toward Dean. The meet half way in a crush of grabbing hands and tangled legs.
“How long?” Cas asks as he slides his hands up the back of Dean’s neck and grabs onto the base of his skull.
Dean rocks his hips forward against Cas’ pelvis. He’s already out of breath and they haven’t even started. “Half an hour. Forty minutes if we’re lucky.”
“I doubt we’ll need that long,” Cas yanks Dean forward, lips meeting in a hard press that’s just on the right side of painful. Cas’ hands are already up and under Dean’s shirt and pressing against the smooth surface of skin stretched over moving muscles. Dean fumbles with Castiel’s pants trying to co-ordinate his tongue against the hot slide of Cas’ while getting the fabric to comply with his stupid fingers.. He gives up for a second, gripping fistfuls of Cas’ shirt and pulling it out of the waistband instead. Cas grabs Dean by the shoulders and pushes him back. Dean stumbles backward and bounces slightly on the bed.
“You’re taking too long,” Cas murmurs and in a flutter of movement, with some help from his angelic mojo, Cas is naked and crawling over Dean.
“Cheater,” Dean breathes against the angel’s lips stopping only when Cas yanks his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere off to the side. Cas presses his hips against Dean and rolls them hard. Dean gasps hotly into Cas’ mouth, feeling their cocks pressing against each other, still separated by two layers of fabric. But Cas is working on that too. He dips one finger under the waistband of denim and runs it back and forth, past the button, all the way to the other side and back again. Cas finally brackets his knees on either side of Dean’s hips and undoes the button and zipper. Dean lifts his hips long enough to get the fabric off his legs and then he’s kicking at crazily with his feet until his jeans and boxes drop off the end of the bed with a soft thump.
Castiel loves Dean’s body. It sounds lustful and carnal, and it is, but it’s more than that too. He runs his hands up Dean’s legs, fingers dancing lightly over new scars and left over bruises from the last hunt. He drops his head down and laves at Dean’s lips. He loves those lips. He wonders how he ever understands a word that Dean is saying when all he can focus on at times is watching those lips move.
Dean’s hands are all over his body as well; shoulders, deltoids, the dip at the small of his back, the mounds of his buttocks, which Dean grabs salaciously, using to try and pull Castiel closer. He lets Dean, dropping his lower body on top of Dean’s and grinding their pelvises together. He moves his lips down Dean’s jaw, to his neck and mouths at the flesh there. He can feel the pulse of Dean’s heart going fast and sharp under the soft, thin skin.
Dean’s got both of their erections in his hand and is stroking them up and down, rubbing them together and teasing at the top.
“Fuck, Cas… so hot.”
Dean’s voice, so close to Cas’ ear sends a thrill down the angel’s spine.
“Where?” he asks, not needing to say more.
“Shit, it was in my pants!” Dean exclaims, but that’s all Cas needs to know. It’s probably a shameful abuse of his angelic powers, but with a thought, he has the small bottle of lube in his hand.
Cas knows now when to hurry and when to take his time. He knows Dean’s body well enough that he doesn’t have to ask when Dean is ready, he can feel it and Dean is more than vocal when he wants something. Dean was never shy in bed, but he trusts Cas now.
“Please… fuck, please you gotta…nownownowplease”
He pushes into Dean in one long, hard, silky thrust, both of them letting out their own grunts of pleasure at the feeling. He catches Dean’s mouth with his own, tangling their tongues while he waits for Dean’s body to adjust, to relax. Dean urges him on with his lips and hands, pulling at Cas, rocking against him. Castiel starts to move, knowing exactly how hard and fast to go if they want to make good use of their time. While Cas is braced up on both elbows, thrusting long and hard, Dean fists himself lustily.
He loves Dean, he loves this, he doesn’t know how he ever lets Dean out of his sight. He tongues his way down Dean’s throat and when Dean lets out a long groan, Cas is suddenly filled with the heady, painful desire to mark Dean. Without thinking, he catches the soft mound of flesh and muscle where shoulder meets neck between his teeth and bites.
“Fuck!”
Dean bucks up at him hard and Cas is suddenly still. He slowly meets Dean’s eyes, fearful.
“I… I’m sorry,” Cas mutters, not sure what else to say, not sure what there is to say. His eyes dart away from Dean and he stares at the almost-circle of teeth marks he left, red and angry at the bottom of Dean’s neck.
But Dean isn’t stopping.
“Again. Do it again,” Dean pants.
Castiel has the quick, inane thought of where but thankfully doesn’t voice it. He ducks his head back down and bites softly at the tender skin above the jugular. Dean arches his head back, baring his neck and Cas has the sudden flash of animals, baring their throat for the kill. It’s an act of submission and Dean is doing it for him. Castiel can’t stop nipping and snapping at Dean’s flesh; his neck, his shoulder, his earlobe. Anywhere he can find purchase, he bites. Dean is making these crazy sounds; crosses between whimpers, moans and pleadings and something about their frequency makes Cas growl and bite harder, leaving imprints all over his flesh.
“Harder.”
Cas sucks hard at the first spot he bit. The meaty, fleshy part of neck and muscle where the marks he left are still pink. He feels his teeth slot into the divots he made, he can feel Dean tensing beneath him and when he knows, when he feels Dean is almost there, he bites down hard enough to nearly break the skin.
“Fuck, yes!” Dean’s voice is a hoarse shout and he comes hard as Cas’ teeth sink into his shoulder. So hard it’s a little painful and he can’t breathe for a moment, his lungs locked up in harsh gasp. It hurts so good. Cas doesn’t let up, still thrusting and pushing, nipping and sucking at the deepest indentations of the bite. Dean grabs Cas and pushes their lips together in a bruising kiss. Cas sucks Dean’s lower lip in between his teeth and snaps down on the sensitive flesh. Dean’s hips give an involuntary jerk and he lets out another moan as Cas comes inside him, pulsing and hot.
Cas rests his forehead against Dean, his eyes closed and they both just try to catch their breaths. After a minute or so, he pulls back and looks down at Dean. His upper torso is covered with small marks, which he may be able to disguise or explain away should it come to that, but the first bite, the last bite… Castiel runs his fingertips over the indentations… these marks clearly say I was here and this is mine. Dean shivers at the light touch.
“I hope your shirt covers this,” says Cas lowly, still touching the area lightly.
“I hope it doesn’t.” Dean’s voice is casual, easy but when Cas meets his eyes they are bright green and burning a hole through the angel.
Cas checks the time. “I should go.” He looks back at Dean.
“Yeah,” replies Dean half-heartedly. And that’s when he decides.
He’s gonna let Sam see the mark and then he’s gonna suggest that next time they get two rooms.
deancaskinkmeme because I was looking for something to do today....Title: Once Bitten
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, PWP, biting.
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Cas
Summary: the prompt was: Bottom!Dean, PWP, very little angst please. Something where Cas discovers Dean likes to be bitten and Dean is really vulnerable/vocal - so there you have it!
My Beta:
neros_violin who is also my porn-o-meter. YOU ROCK!!Not two seconds after Dean hears Sam pull away in the Impala, he hears the flutter of wings and Cas is at the foot of the bed staring down at Dean intently. Dean smirks, tossing aside the book he was pretending to read.
“And that’s the best part of an angelic booty call, no wait time.” He swings his feet off the bed and Castiel is already peeling off his coats and stepping toward Dean. The meet half way in a crush of grabbing hands and tangled legs.
“How long?” Cas asks as he slides his hands up the back of Dean’s neck and grabs onto the base of his skull.
Dean rocks his hips forward against Cas’ pelvis. He’s already out of breath and they haven’t even started. “Half an hour. Forty minutes if we’re lucky.”
“I doubt we’ll need that long,” Cas yanks Dean forward, lips meeting in a hard press that’s just on the right side of painful. Cas’ hands are already up and under Dean’s shirt and pressing against the smooth surface of skin stretched over moving muscles. Dean fumbles with Castiel’s pants trying to co-ordinate his tongue against the hot slide of Cas’ while getting the fabric to comply with his stupid fingers.. He gives up for a second, gripping fistfuls of Cas’ shirt and pulling it out of the waistband instead. Cas grabs Dean by the shoulders and pushes him back. Dean stumbles backward and bounces slightly on the bed.
“You’re taking too long,” Cas murmurs and in a flutter of movement, with some help from his angelic mojo, Cas is naked and crawling over Dean.
“Cheater,” Dean breathes against the angel’s lips stopping only when Cas yanks his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere off to the side. Cas presses his hips against Dean and rolls them hard. Dean gasps hotly into Cas’ mouth, feeling their cocks pressing against each other, still separated by two layers of fabric. But Cas is working on that too. He dips one finger under the waistband of denim and runs it back and forth, past the button, all the way to the other side and back again. Cas finally brackets his knees on either side of Dean’s hips and undoes the button and zipper. Dean lifts his hips long enough to get the fabric off his legs and then he’s kicking at crazily with his feet until his jeans and boxes drop off the end of the bed with a soft thump.
Castiel loves Dean’s body. It sounds lustful and carnal, and it is, but it’s more than that too. He runs his hands up Dean’s legs, fingers dancing lightly over new scars and left over bruises from the last hunt. He drops his head down and laves at Dean’s lips. He loves those lips. He wonders how he ever understands a word that Dean is saying when all he can focus on at times is watching those lips move.
Dean’s hands are all over his body as well; shoulders, deltoids, the dip at the small of his back, the mounds of his buttocks, which Dean grabs salaciously, using to try and pull Castiel closer. He lets Dean, dropping his lower body on top of Dean’s and grinding their pelvises together. He moves his lips down Dean’s jaw, to his neck and mouths at the flesh there. He can feel the pulse of Dean’s heart going fast and sharp under the soft, thin skin.
Dean’s got both of their erections in his hand and is stroking them up and down, rubbing them together and teasing at the top.
“Fuck, Cas… so hot.”
Dean’s voice, so close to Cas’ ear sends a thrill down the angel’s spine.
“Where?” he asks, not needing to say more.
“Shit, it was in my pants!” Dean exclaims, but that’s all Cas needs to know. It’s probably a shameful abuse of his angelic powers, but with a thought, he has the small bottle of lube in his hand.
Cas knows now when to hurry and when to take his time. He knows Dean’s body well enough that he doesn’t have to ask when Dean is ready, he can feel it and Dean is more than vocal when he wants something. Dean was never shy in bed, but he trusts Cas now.
“Please… fuck, please you gotta…nownownowplease”
He pushes into Dean in one long, hard, silky thrust, both of them letting out their own grunts of pleasure at the feeling. He catches Dean’s mouth with his own, tangling their tongues while he waits for Dean’s body to adjust, to relax. Dean urges him on with his lips and hands, pulling at Cas, rocking against him. Castiel starts to move, knowing exactly how hard and fast to go if they want to make good use of their time. While Cas is braced up on both elbows, thrusting long and hard, Dean fists himself lustily.
He loves Dean, he loves this, he doesn’t know how he ever lets Dean out of his sight. He tongues his way down Dean’s throat and when Dean lets out a long groan, Cas is suddenly filled with the heady, painful desire to mark Dean. Without thinking, he catches the soft mound of flesh and muscle where shoulder meets neck between his teeth and bites.
“Fuck!”
Dean bucks up at him hard and Cas is suddenly still. He slowly meets Dean’s eyes, fearful.
“I… I’m sorry,” Cas mutters, not sure what else to say, not sure what there is to say. His eyes dart away from Dean and he stares at the almost-circle of teeth marks he left, red and angry at the bottom of Dean’s neck.
But Dean isn’t stopping.
“Again. Do it again,” Dean pants.
Castiel has the quick, inane thought of where but thankfully doesn’t voice it. He ducks his head back down and bites softly at the tender skin above the jugular. Dean arches his head back, baring his neck and Cas has the sudden flash of animals, baring their throat for the kill. It’s an act of submission and Dean is doing it for him. Castiel can’t stop nipping and snapping at Dean’s flesh; his neck, his shoulder, his earlobe. Anywhere he can find purchase, he bites. Dean is making these crazy sounds; crosses between whimpers, moans and pleadings and something about their frequency makes Cas growl and bite harder, leaving imprints all over his flesh.
“Harder.”
Cas sucks hard at the first spot he bit. The meaty, fleshy part of neck and muscle where the marks he left are still pink. He feels his teeth slot into the divots he made, he can feel Dean tensing beneath him and when he knows, when he feels Dean is almost there, he bites down hard enough to nearly break the skin.
“Fuck, yes!” Dean’s voice is a hoarse shout and he comes hard as Cas’ teeth sink into his shoulder. So hard it’s a little painful and he can’t breathe for a moment, his lungs locked up in harsh gasp. It hurts so good. Cas doesn’t let up, still thrusting and pushing, nipping and sucking at the deepest indentations of the bite. Dean grabs Cas and pushes their lips together in a bruising kiss. Cas sucks Dean’s lower lip in between his teeth and snaps down on the sensitive flesh. Dean’s hips give an involuntary jerk and he lets out another moan as Cas comes inside him, pulsing and hot.
Cas rests his forehead against Dean, his eyes closed and they both just try to catch their breaths. After a minute or so, he pulls back and looks down at Dean. His upper torso is covered with small marks, which he may be able to disguise or explain away should it come to that, but the first bite, the last bite… Castiel runs his fingertips over the indentations… these marks clearly say I was here and this is mine. Dean shivers at the light touch.
“I hope your shirt covers this,” says Cas lowly, still touching the area lightly.
“I hope it doesn’t.” Dean’s voice is casual, easy but when Cas meets his eyes they are bright green and burning a hole through the angel.
Cas checks the time. “I should go.” He looks back at Dean.
“Yeah,” replies Dean half-heartedly. And that’s when he decides.
He’s gonna let Sam see the mark and then he’s gonna suggest that next time they get two rooms.
