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Dean was slobbering. They never planned these events ahead of time but sometimes they happened. Dean was getting face fucked by Cas. He wasn’t gay or anything but there was something about the angel. That made him want to get on his knees, to pray, to worship. To be physically lower and adore him however the angel would let him. He would worship no god but the angel… Cas… he was holy to Dean. And Dean was unholy to him.
Spit ran down his chin as the angel fucked back in and made him choke. They had just been watching movies in the Dean Cave when they had made eye contact that didn’t break. Then Dean found himself sitting on the angel’s lap, making out and grinding back on Cas’s erection. Then he was on his knees, in between the angel’s, getting that gorgeous dick out of suit pants and feeling it harden for him. He loved the ache in his knee caps, the feeling of Cas in his hand or mouth and the smell. The musk of Cas was divine. He could breathe it in all day. It made him salivate, ready to suck and choke and give give give.
“Hey Cas, have you seen Dean?” Sam asked.
Dean swallowed around Cas and moved to pull his head back in a panic but Cas was holding his head down. He swallowed around Cas’s dick, feeling his throat spasm. He gagged a little and tried his best to calm down.
“No, I haven’t” gritted out Cas while making eye contact with Dean.
“Oh well, let him know if you do that I’m looking for him, okay,” Sam said.
Cas grunted an affirmative that sounded far too sexual. Sam left.
Dean tried to lift off and was allowed this time. He gave Cas a dirty look.
“I can’t believe you talked to him,” Dean said. Then he bent back down and licked Cas’s dick from the root to the tip.
Cas groaned in pleasure and thrust helplessly into the air. Dean smirked from his place between Cas’s legs.
“I wonder what he wanted,” Dean mused before licking at Cas like a lollipop.
“It doesn’t matter more than this,” Cas replied and threaded his hand through Dean’s hair and brought his head back down to his erection.
Dean opened obligingly and took down the length as far down his throat as he could. Then he held eye contact while swallowing around the hard length in his mouth.
Cas tapped his shoulder and stood, free from inside Dean’s mouth for mere seconds before returning to that warm and safe place. Then Cas started thrusting and fucking Dean’s face. Tears ran down his cheeks and spit bubbled at the corner of his mouth as Cas thrust in with a force and lack of concern that made Dean get light headed and harder than nails. Cas kept thrusting and Dean felt like he couldn’t breathe. Then Cas was finishing at the back of Dean’s throat. The taste and sensation of just being a hole pushed Dean over the edge and he was coming untouched. Together they both came too from the aftermath. They kissed shyly.
"What the fuck," said Sam from the doorway.