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sam can watch the gears grinding inside that demonic skull. he wonders what is going through the other's mind. what answers or quick wit he may be summoning up from whatever pocket he keeps all his comebacks in. seems they're keen to simply watch one another for a moment. sam's tapered brow inched high. crowley's jawline twitching as jaw's moved to the side. there's a streak of pride that runs through sam's chest. warm and light. that he's managed to put crowley in the position of measuring him and doing his best to debate whatever he's debating. hard thoughts. eh? though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't borderline wondering what the hell is happening here. he is.
feels like taunting.. but there's more to it. isn't there? so says the coil of expectation in his belly. how it spreads through him from there. heated. yet sending a chill of goosebumps up his neck if he thinks too long and hard about how close they really are. when he feels the warmth radiating from crowley's skin.. it only backs up the reality that this is the closest they've been without some sort've drama circling them.
sam rolls his shoulders. is that a shrug for an answer? the glint in his eyes isn't a dangerous one, no. it's a strange mix of bewilderment, humor at that giggle and wonder. all doing their best not to give into the gay panic that was thrown his way earlier. "really climbed up that ladder, huh? crazy." tongue catches his own bottom lip, tugs it between his teeth and he uses the muscle to toy with the strip of flesh he's bitten down on. nose scrunches, he sucks in a breath once he's let go of that lip, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth after. "who would've thought..." but any amount of teasing he was about to unleash is momentarily (abruptly) paused when he's reminded..
the flannel. caught off guard enough that the slight push sends him back one, two, and a semi-stumbled third step backwards--the hunter flushes a couple shades of pink over his nose. his cheeks. white teeth bared in a flash of an uneven grin. lips form a silent "oh..." when he looks down at the flannel and the several unfastened buttons. their eyes meet and he presses his lips together swearing that if crowley ends up tossing some joke at his expense his way--he'll make sure his fist greets the demon's teeth in less time it takes him to pop the next button open. and the next. and the next. and so on.. til the flannel's shrugged off and tossed onto a chair. fingers push through long strands of hair, messing it up. least it's mostly out of his eyes when he finds that stare again. a soft heather-gray cotton shirt hangs close to his frame. "..more than talk. are you..?" his gaze drops to the tie and back up to crowley's as if he expects him to return the gesture. tie first.
A LITTLE BIT OF POKING HERE, SOME TEASING THERE. Oh, look, the moose's got a tiger in the tank! Show some claws, kitty, Crowley thinks while a triumphant grin curves his mouth at Sam discovering his inner playboy. Or maybe the demon was head over heels for the other Hardy Boy for too long to notice the gentle giant's bite? Outside of fights, that is. Crowley keenly watches Sam lean in closer and mostly from the corner of an eye, jaw jutting an inch to the side as he narrows his eyes a tad. Contemplation.
How far should he, can he drag this without ending up as demonic créme brûlée?
" And I suppose you can't wait to show me ", a brief pause to his raspy drawl: " Me? " And a low giggle trails after that. " Reached haunting your wet dreams friendship level, obviously. Won't complain about the upgrade. Long overdue. " He neither pulls away, nor makes any move to encourage Sam to go farther in his game of teaseing. Instead, he lets a couple beats tick by ere clearing his throat. " The flannel, Samantha. " Didn't he say it has to go first?
That's when Crowley plants a palm to the hunter's chest to give him a solid push, enough so that he'll likely stumble one, two steps backwards. Expectation doesn't fail to creep across the demon's face in no time. " Or are you just all talk and no action? "
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fascination and curiosity sparkles in the hunter's eyes. he lifts his head from the pillow to watch cas admiring his knees. strange thing to be attracted to but who is he to judge? he's sure he's got a few things on his list that others would consider weird. first being.. well former habits. but it doesn't end there. head tilts as he watches cas scoot down on the bed and settle between his legs. the sight hits him in the gut in a very delicious way. sends abdomen muscles hitching and another round of goosebumps to dance over his hips--thighs--up his back. his knees part to make room..but then cas is touching his skin and complimenting his knees--and it feels good.
"thanks," he murmurs as his eyes fall closed and the back of his head meets the pillow again. his pulse picks up the longer those fingers linger on him. when cas's mouth hits his skin? even in such a place? it feels delicious. lips part and a soft sigh slips free. a noise that twists into a quiet moan when a tongue joins the mix. lifting his head to look down at him again, he nudges up onto one elbow so he can see better. the view of castiel between his legs is.. well? it's a sight to let sink in. tongue out. touching him? licking up the taste of his skin? "that feels good," he encourages--wanting more. craving more. but the way this teases him? makes him ache deeper? that's a turn on itself.
oh, he could get very used to that sight the more he stares.
CASTIEL WANTS TO GET THE SHOW GOING IMMEDIATELY, but Sam has other ideas and makes him wait a little impatiently until he has undressed completely and gotten rid of Castiel's suit jacket as well. In retrospect, getting naked has been highly positive because he gets an unobstructed view of Sam's knees now, and they're very pretty. Castiel can't help but sit on his own legs and stare at them for a couple of seconds until Sam's voice pulls him out of his reverie.
"Yes, much better," he agrees, though probably for different reasons than the hunter because he promptly shuffles down between Sam's legs, stretching out until his own (still socked) feet hang over the foot of the bed, and then Castiel takes his sweet time getting to know Sam's knees. A fingertip brushes over thin skin covering a bony kneecap, encircling the joint with a look of utter admiration on his face. "You have very pretty knees," he tells Sam solemnly. That's the correct thing to do, right? Complimenting a partner's body in bed? He thinks he's heard that somewhere. And since Sam recently taught him that a mouth should be applied basically anywhere because it feels good, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to Sam's right kneecap and then to the left so it won't feel left out. Sam's skin tastes of the soap he used in the shower, a hint of sweat, and just Sam. It's intoxicating. Castiel licks a wet stripe up to his mole an inch above the joint.
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"mmhmm," his castiel's you're welcome as half-lidded eyes swing closed when the soft blue glow illuminates the thick air around him. the smell of ozone fills his nose as his skin's made clean. sam can still taste him in his mouth. on his lips. when he opens his eyes after his confession and plea, his head falls back so he can look up at cas with brows shoved together as his zipper's undone. he needs him. needs release. god, he's pressed so hard against his zipper that it's painful.
being half-carried to the bed is a new thing. not that he hasn't carried a few people into the same position himself. but being the one carried? that's not something that happens for someone his size. it coils a warm splash of want in his belly that feels brand new. makes his eyes meet castiel's with a look of wonder in them as he's laid down on a pillow that's been freshly swiped free from shards of the poor lightbulbs that didn't survive this showing how. anticipation floods his veins in a rush of desire-fueled adrenaline. he licks his lips and nods at the request. though he doubts anything that's about to be happen could be done so wrong he'd need to speak up.
"one second.."
it's been so damn long since he's had someone.. sam quickly leans up to shrug out of his flannel. yank his shirt over his head as best and easy as he can given castiels closeness. him ripping his pants down his thights offers more room to get the fabric discarded onto the floor. a pool of soft, well loved and worn heather gray cotton that he'd just pulled on after his shower. he motions for castiel to pause once his pants are down, trapping his legs from moving too much. a few wriggle arounds and they're off his legs completely. boxer briefs taken off in unison. both kicked to the foot of the bed. he takes castiel's suit jacket off on the way back to the pillow, too. least that's one more article of cas's clothing gone. frees him up for easier movement. a momentary pause to brush his lips against the line of the angel's jaw and sam's head meets the pillow. his body bare--stomach tight and goosebumps decorating his skin. sam's thick and hard, curved towards his belly a sight begging for a touch..
"there, much better..."
STILL RIDING THE SWEET HIGH OF HIS ORGASM, Castiel stares ahead, mechanically patting Sam's cheek. His eyes look feverish, and his forehead glistens with drops of sweat. Now and then, a short but visible shudder runs through him as he slowly grows soft against Sam's cheek. He looks very far away, but the fact is that he's nowhere — he doesn't think of a single thing except the hormones he can sense rushing through his body, making him feel relaxed in a way he hasn't felt before. It's Sam's voice that finally breaks through the haze and makes him squint down at the hunter, who offers a pitiful sight with semen on his face and one hand buried in the front of his pants.
"That felt really great, Sam," Castiel tells him solemnly as he brings his hand around to touch Sam's cheek. "Thank you." A brief, pale light erupts from his fingertip, burning the sperm away and leaving behind the vague smell of ozone. It seems impolite to soil someone like that and not clean it up after.
His gaze drops to Sam's hand in his pants, and a quick inhale confirms the abundance of sexual hormones, which is nice: it means Sam is not only teaching him because Castiel asked, but it shows he's affected by this, too — and Castiel can apply his newfound knowledge immediately. He leans down to pull Sam back to his feet, mostly carrying him, really, because Sam might be a large human, but Castiel has angel strength, and manhandling him toward the bed is a walk in the park. A few shards of the broken lightbulb have ended up on the pillow; Castiel brushes them off so Sam won't hurt himself, then climbs on top of the hunter. It's probably a hilarious sight: Castiel, without pants or underwear but in his socks, button-down, and suit jacket straddling a fully-clothed Sam. But the angel doesn't pay attention to that. "Tell me if I do it incorrectly," Castiel says, which is Sam's only warning before his pants get yanked down his thighs.
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lips still stained red on the inside. mixed with the clear wet of his saliva hang partially opened as his thrusts begin to pick up depth, speed. remaining oh-so-lazily exploring every curve and squeeze of muscles inside of her that are his to claim--pausing once he's buried in deep to grind against her--staying inside. relishing in the feel of her tightening around him as his head bows down and his tongue replaces the finger inside her mouth. ruby feels delicious. perfect. his spit tastes of her skin, blood and him. coating the inside of his mouth as he sucks her tongue into it. fingers drift down the outside of her thigh, bend her knee, tug it outward and he holds her. spread open for him as he pulls out and jerks himself back in. the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the room. a rough slap that opens eyes wide and a trail of spit connects their mouths when he pulls back and stares down at her face. nearly the perfect picture of someone who had no idea how fucking good that was going to feel.
without hesitation, he starts to move. the thickness of his length causes him to brush against that bundle of nerves each time he claims her. takes what he wants. what feels good. nails down his back leave white marks that fade to pink against lightly tanned skin and muscle. he grins against her mouth when she tells him she wants it harder. that he should give her everything he's got. a brow arches up and that grin widens enough to show teeth when he pulls back. the hand that'd been gently stroking her hair as he moved inside her tightens into a fist. "harder.. you want it harder?" his question comes ragged and deep. fingers press into her hip bone. having let go of her leg as he withdraws. bending in--he uses that grip on her hair to turn her head exposing her throat and the deep line of her jugular to him.
teeth press against the muscle there. like they might break through skin, but his tongue grazes over their marks right before he uses his strength. phyiscal and demonic to flip her over onto her stomach. both hands grip her hips. lift them up to his waist. sam wastes no time in thrusting back in. brutal. deep. jarring him on his knees behind her and shoving her chest into the mattress. least now his pants are in a pool at his knees. what's left of the torn fabric of her panties is simply ripped away from the side and discarded somewhere on the bed. he doesn't care where they land. thumbs press against the curve of her back and he holds her. right where he wants her. hips at a perfect angle for him to fuck her. which is exactly what he does.
there's no gentility in the way he moves. every thrust has him buried to the hilt with a growl or a grunt as he stares down at the length of her back and how her rear moves with each powerful, abandoned jerk of his hips. she feels perfect. taking him in as he moves his right hand up her spine to the back of her neck. and then around it. squeezing as he lifts her head back and grips onto her throat. tight enough to restrict her air but not cut it off. the pose she's in is sinful. black hair cascading down her back, nails bite into the flesh of her hip. hard enough to draw blood that he brings his hand up to lick clean before taking hold of her again.
head rolling back, he lets his eyes fall shut as teeth bury into his bottom lip and his hold on her throat tightens. there's no rhythm that she can predict when the next thrust is coming. only the slight squeeze that happens before he takes her again and again and again. sam loses himself. half-lidded eyes open to a back that he bends closer to. not once stopping. his teeth bite into her shoulder. and he keeps them there. a line of wet runs down her back as he stiffens impossibly more. breathing rough pants through his nose as he releases her leaving imprints of his teeth behind. "what've you done to me.. to us," but he doesn't wait for an answer. he just thrusts harder. deeper. bucking into her as another spot near the back of her neck his victim to his teeth. sam groans. as addicted to this as the light trickle of a taste he craves from the bottom of his soul. heat spreads down his thighs. but he's not close. not yet. he could keep her underneath him, on her knees all night. til she's bled fucking dry and she can't move at this point and only want more.
【❖】 ―――― Ruby's body arched in response to Sam's powerful thrust, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips as he filled her completely. The sudden fullness, the delicious stretch, sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring herself as he began to move within her. The slow, deliberate rhythm he set was maddening. Each withdrawal left her feeling empty, aching for more, only to be filled again with exquisite precision. She met his thrusts eagerly, her hips rising to meet his, wanting to take him deeper still.
His finger in her mouth added another layer of intimacy, another point of connection between them. She sucked on it gently, her tongue swirling around the digit in time with the movement of their bodies. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, remained locked on his face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure that washes across his face. Ruby felt consumed by the intensity of their connection, every nerve ending in her body alive and singing with pleasure. The room filled with the sounds of their passion - soft moans, heavy breathing, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath them.
She reveled in the weight of Sam's body pressing her into the mattress, the heat of his skin against hers. Her hands roamed his back, feeling the flex and ripple of his muscles as he moved within her. She traced the curve of his spine, nails lightly scratching his skin, urging him on.
The coil of tension low in her belly wound tighter with each thrust. Ruby could feel herself getting close to the edge, that exquisite precipice of release. She wrapped her legs tighter around Sam's waist, changing the angle slightly. The new position allowed him to hit that perfect spot inside her with each stroke. She panted his name like a prayer on repeat.
Leave it to the only person on this earth who could even make her consider betraying the devil himself, but in this moment, right here and right now ? Sam was her religion, her salvation, her everything. The way he moved inside her, the way he touched her, it was like he knew every secret of her body. Ruby's mind went blank, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Her world narrowed down to just this - the feel of Sam's body against hers, inside hers, the taste of his skin, the sound of his ragged breathing. She clung to him desperately, her nails raking down his back as she sought purchase. But the slow and gentle she couldn’t handle any longer. ❝ Harder, Sam… Give me your all. ❞
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sonny's fingers in his hair earns a low growl of a noise from his throat. a pointed adam's apple bobs with the noise as his head tilts back into her touch breaking the kiss and exposing more of his jawline and throat to her mouth as she tastes and explores his skin. large hands move along the outsides of her thighs as she settles into his lap and he can feel how warm she is through his jeans. right in the center. a sensation that ripples up his spine and has him damn near choking on his next breath. his touch continues to explore over her body. underneath her shirt, a palm snakes across her belly and the other slides up her side and around her back. he nods to her voice, licking his lips and moaning into the air when she touches a spot near his jugluar. a weakness. he could fucking melt..
deft fingers unlatch her bra from the clips. then turn so that his nails can scratch lightly over the skin that's been trapped against the fabric for the whole day. by the time he leans his head back so he can look up at her, both of his hands move to the hem of her shirt--ease it up over her head taking her bra along for the ride. eyes squint--a silent question if she's alright with him touching her. there's a dark hue that's swallowed up most of the color inside the gold and blue and green that make up his eyes. earthen in hue. a forest at dusk.
where her legs drape over his thighs, he's pressed in tight. hips arch and she could easily feel how hard he's become inside his pants. and still? his touch is gentle. moving along her ribs and down her spine until he's either given permission or pulled into where she wants him to be.she's gorgeous. right here. like this? how could any man not want her? and god. he wants her so bad, the need for her is pulling him under faster than he could fight it. not that he cares to. he can drown right here. in her. and be perfectly content.
from a soft kiss to an intense one, almost becoming desperate from him. feeling him not wanting to let her go at this moment. as for sonny? she didn't want him to. allowing herself to melt into the kiss that sent her shooting up into the sky and not wanting to come down. lungs on fire from the lack of breath. but it didn't bother her enough to pull away. in fact, she scooted closer as their kiss grew deeper.
despite feeling on cloud nine as sam kissed her with such intensity, there was more to it. taking note of the way he held her into him. remembering the high emotions that was felt. that she was sitting with not too long ago. knowing that he needed her. she was always there. in the safehouse, on a hunt, anywhere when it was just them. she was always there. and that wasn't ever going to change. not when she feels so strongly for him. not when she knew that his life is throwing him left and right. she wanted to be his safe.
the moment his teeth sunk in her lower lip, it triggered a soft sound coming from her. please. his plead didn't fall onto deaf ears. along with the rest of his confession that was muttered against her lips. pulling back just enough to catch her breath and to examine his features. her own hands placed above his that cradled her face. brushing the top of his skin with her thumb before nodding. “okay.” simple word spoken in almost a whisper as she then crashed her lips back onto his with much more intensity.
panted breath between their lips as she moved to straddle his lap. managing to not part from him. her own fingertips now finding themselves tangled into his shaggy hair. everything inside her wanted to burst as the two were now chest to chest in this new found position they are now in. gently gripping onto his hair as swollen lips then moved from his own, to his jaw, to his neck. placing soft heated kisses onto his skin. wanting to take that pain away from him. even if it means just for this moment. “be alive with me.”
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the sheer pleasure of pleasing cas swings lashes down to rest against his cheekbones. from behind closed eyelids, sam can sense the lights flickering as his tongue caresses and licks at the skin sliding between his lips. brows buckle towards one another as a muffled whimper can be heard low in his throat and felt agaisnt taut, spit soaked skin. with another flickering, his gaze swings open once again and focuses up the length of castiel's torso onto his face rather than the room around them. dimming and brightening bulb near the bed illuminates the hair at the top of castiel's head as if it were a halo fading and brightening as his hips start to sway. oh his pants are so tight. his own length pressed tight against his zipper. the idea he's getting harder and harder on his knees with cas in his mouth? only worsens his situation. or is that...betters it? definitely betters it.
sam head starts to bob moving his mouth low upon the length that almost hits the back of his throat once the angel's hips pick up their pace with each taste and flick of his tongue. long fingers grip onto castiel's hips tight but then his right hand shifts and begins to move up his back pushing fabric up the length of his wrist. bunching it before it spills over and veils most of sam's arm from view. blunt nails dig into skin and start their slow descent down castiel's back and towards his ribs--that spot above his hip that, on sam's body, drives the man insane with want. might as well let cas feel what that feels like, right?
all the while? his mouth starts to suck against him like he's starved and cas's taste is the only thing that can sate that hunger. noises begin to fill the room. pleased moans as he swallows the evidence that cas is getting closer as he hears his low, rumble of a voice answer the question he pauses only long enough to ask before devouring him all over again. greedily. fingertips dig into cas's hip bone and side and he hears the tattered noise of a man about to come right as cas pulls himself half out of his mouth and the warm wet splash of his release hits against sam's cheek. without thinking, he turns his head towards it. tongue meeting his tip to taste and gather what's left as the last of the throes roll through castiel's frame. he doesn't stop until cas is spent and he's licking up what he can reach with the fevor of someone lost in the effort to have it all.
sitting back on the balls of his feet once cas is released from the grip of his orgasm, he stares up at him with the wet across his cheek leaning in to nuzzle against his slightly softening length. dropping his hands to his own belt, he unfastens it--pops open the button of his jeans. his plump lips still glistening as he murmurs against flesh wet with his saliva and cas's release. "the way you taste... cas. i'm so hard.. please.."
CASTIEL SHUDDERS WHEN SAM'S HAND TOUCHES HIS QUICKLY FILLING SHAFT. His palm is rough, enticing, making heat bloom in his lower abdomen. Castiel can't help but subtly push into that hand because this feels amazing, and he wants more of it, he wants it all, and Sam obliges by pressing a thumb to the crown. A choked-off, surprised sound leaves the angel's lips; he stares, enthralled, pupils blown wide, and thinks that nothing he did with April has ever felt as good as this. Maybe it's because he trusts Sam; maybe mutual friendship and faith are what raise intercourse to a whole new level. If so, he wonders why Dean seems to prefer one-night stands. But Dean is only a minor, fleeting thought, quickly banished by a hot, pink tongue that carefully touches his erection, now fully grown and hard. Castiel makes another sound low in his throat, and the lights start to flicker uncontrollably for a handful of seconds as if a ghost is threatening to attack them — but the ghost is Castiel's raw angel power that spills past the confines of his vessel.
"Sam," Castiel says, his voice even lower than usual. His hand drops from Sam's head to his face, cupping his cheek. He watches in breathless awe as his erection disappears between plush lips, and it's more than the actual feeling of a velvety tongue pressed against taut skin that makes him shiver and gasp. Oh Lord, he can feel himself through Sam's cheek! That should be forbidden — has anything the right to feel so good? No wonder humans can't get enough of this.
"Good?" Castiel echoes, then can't help but laugh briefly until it's cut off by a punched-out groan when Sam gets back to business immediately. "It's — oh. Don't stop, Sam, I'm—" He swallows, helplessly petting Sam's cheek as the pleasure builds low in his belly, making his testicles feel tight and heavy. He's starting to sweat even though he never sweats, not even in 100 degrees, but this is too much to handle. The lights flicker again — on, off, on, off — and Castiel starts to subtly thrust into that sweet, hot mouth until the climax is crashing into him out of nowhere (it's not like he has enough experience to realize he's about to orgasm). His erection slips free halfway through, and he comes over Sam's cheek and his own hand while the lightbulb of the nightstand lamp explodes into a thousand shards.
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sam feel dizzy as his blood rushes through his veins. heart feeling like it's beating a million beats a minute as his tongue and mouth explore the expanse of a hip bone and the soft, velvet flesh that dips along it. he moans low, deep as fingers curl into his hair. his fingers press into cas's thighs, gripping there as his tongue flicks a lick at the crease where hip meets thigh--it breaks his attention away from what he's doing when elegantly shaped fingers curl in deeper and cas's voice hovers in the increasingly thickening air above him. lust-blown eyes crack open and look up the length of a torso that's practically towering over him in his position. he catches sight of castiel's gaze. his bottom lip is still pressed to the angel's skin, mouth open as he manages the barest of nods to the question..
..the way want is starting to consume the youngest winchester? sam's good at toeing a line until he isn't. and caves into the need that always devours every inch of him when he lets go and yields to all those little gnawing wants and desires pent up inside his frame. the ones that break out like a bursting dam when he can't keep them in check. and oh... that dam is cracking. chipping away steadily. he doesn't look away from castiel's expression as his right hand caresses over to the hard shaft that's inches away from his cheek. sam swallows thick. what experience he's had in this department is self-inflicted. stroking someone else? not so much. doesn't mean he hesitates. no. instead, those fingers curl around castiel's length with a thumb pressed to the ridge lining his tip.
the golden hazel lining the rims of his irises begins to darken from desire as he explores him. stroking gently. once. twice. his thumb teasing the head with a curl against the very tip. a pink tongue dips out over sam's bottom lip. caresses castiel's hip one more time before he moves that mouth over to where his fist is wrapped around hardened, velvet skin.
lashes flutter as his tongue sticks out. licking against his tip, learning the taste. a hum breaks away into a moan with the flavor that fills his mouth. another lick and his hand slips down cas's shaft holding it near the base. sam's mouth replaces the touch. just the tip at first. closing around it. sucking. teasing. licking over the opening at the top. his eyes roll white then he forces himself to focus for as long as he can. up at castiel as he bobs his head taking several inches in before pulling back with a pop whispering against the tip, "is that good," he murmurs and doesn't wait for the answer before he takes him back into his mouth--deeper this time tongue caressing against the thick vein running along him. oh... this... this.. could be so damn addicting.
FINALLY, SAM SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND. Relieved that he doesn't have to explain further, Castiel dips his head up to meet Sam's lips. Kissing is excellent. Not orgasm-inducing, but a part of intercourse. And he likes it. It should be gross considering their wet tongues are touching and swapping saliva and, with that, thousands of bacteria, but a) Castiel is an angel and immune to illnesses, and b) there obviously are hundreds of nerve endings that ensure the soft touch of lips and tongues feels amazing. Hot sparks dance down his neck and make him shiver. One hand comes up to cup the back of Sam's head to keep him rooted to the spot while Castiel's tongue carefully dips into Sam's mouth, sweeping behind his teeth.
Then Sam breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth down Castiel's chin, his throat. The soft touch makes him shiver pleasantly, and he distantly tells himself to remember this: Mouths should be applied to body parts other than lips because this feels highly positive. Why hasn't he thought of that before?
Anyway. Now he knows. Before he can apply this newfound knowledge, Sam drops from sight. Confused, Castiel squints down at where the hunter is kneeling in front of him. "Sam, what are you—" Ah. Undressing. Yes, that's important. Intercourse is impossible with clothes in the way. As soon as the belt and button are opened, the slightly too-big pants slide off his narrow hips and pool around his feet. Castiel quickly steps out of them and kicks them behind himself, and then Sam's fingers are already hooking into the elastic of his boxers. His lips are pressed to a spot under Castiel's navel. It's a very good spot. Castiel starts to feel warm all over, and the skin on his belly prickles and tingles as the blood is rushing southward.
"Sam," he murmurs as he watches, entranced, how Sam is pulling down his underwear to reveal his quickly filling length. This feels glorious. Castiel has the distinctive thought that kissing the center instead of his hips would feel even better, though. One hand tangles into Sam's hair, silky strands that feel like smooth, cool water between his fingers. "Do you think you could show me fellatio?"
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sam takes note of the impatience in castiel's voice. can't help but feel a little guilty for keeping him waiting when..it seems like all he wants to do is dive in and figure it out as he goes. the questions were meant to see what he might like. what he might want to experience first and make those a priority but..the angel seems very direct in wanting to explore, well. EVERYTHING until he figures out what he likes the most. okay. he can work with that. he listens to the answers and dips his head into a nod. broad shoulders hitch in a shrug and he closes the distance between them. "okay. then. we can figure it out...," he murmurs as hands drift up to dance a caress over castiel's cheekbones.
head dipping down, he cups castiel's cheeks in his palms. fingertips tracing over skin that is warm and soft to the touch. when he captures castiel's lips with his own--it's a kiss that sam lets himself indulge in. the taste. the feel of castiel's mouth against his. draws a murmur of delight from the younger winchester's lungs. one that gets fed into the kiss and caresses over a tongue that dips in between castiel's lips to taste. feel. sample the flavor of as they breathe against one another's noses. one warm breath feeds the other. sparks ignite in sam's chest. does castiel have any idea how much he means to him? he wonders sometimes. because he'd never see himself the way sam sees him. brilliant. worthy of so much devotion. because he's given him and dean nothing BUT.
his touch drifts lower. dances along castiel's throat as he pushes his tongue deeper. deciding fuck it. his touch glides up. up. up. fingers bury their long lengths inside dark, cool to the touch strands of hair. both at the back of castiel's head and the top. another lingering kiss peppered over the angel's bottom lip, his jawline and then his throat before with a shuddering breath. gold rimmed hazel meets blue and he moves his mouth to castiel's chin. throat. sam falls to his knees. fingers circle around castiel's wrist. he brings it to his lips as he peppers kisses along the thin skin there. other hand deftly rids castiel of his belt buckle. the button and zipper of his pants are undone even if his fingers tremble. nervous anticipation. the full on wonderment of where this will lead.
sam pulls his mouth away, cranes his neck back to look up at him and lets the eye contact linger for only a heartbeat or two before he dips in and presses a kiss to the exposed flesh just above the elastic line of castiel's undergarment. both fingers curl into the waistband of his pants and the fragile fabric he's kissing above. then start to draw them down over his hips. further still... his mouth latches onto his hip and starts to suck a mark that buds red underneath his lips. fingers flutter a caress along an inner thigh that is soon bared to his touch. less frustration, he hopes. a shaken breath and he moves to the opposite hip to repeat the same. the taste of skin over his tongue earning a groan of want that sparks a splash of chills moving down his own inner thighs, stomach..and heat that spreads from there on out.
FOR A MAN WITH AN AWFUL LOT OF OPINIONS, Sam sure takes his sweet time to respond. Perhaps Castiel should have asked Dean for guidance on this topic. Or maybe he should have returned to Chastity to ask her. She is a professional, at least, and maybe this is a request that only sounds normal when there's some sort of payment involved? Castiel doesn't know, and it frustrates him. Why is it that people jump at the opportunity to show him how his mobile device works, but as soon as it comes to fellatio and all other sexual practices, they get weird? Humans love intercourse. It's not like Castiel wants something painful here.
Sam's hands slide off his face and instead reach for his hands. "I don't know, Sam," Castiel repeats, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. To him, they're just going around in circles. How can he tell Sam what he wants to know if he doesn't even know what things exist in the first place? Sure, he's watched humanity for thousands of years, but it's not like he paid close attention to what they were doing in the bedroom. He deemed sex very boring until he tried it out recently. "I want an orgasm. Preferably more than one, to be honest. I don't really care how that happens. And," he stresses because that has been nagging him a little, "I want my partner to have orgasms, too. And I don't know how to achieve this."
Simple in-and-out movements hadn't succeeded the last time, so what was the trick? Where did he go wrong? "There must be a standard procedure. Right? Or maybe a handful of standard procedures one can build upon later." How else does Dean satisfy his partners if not expertly performing these procedures?
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@theirmadness || different kinds of kisses || accepting!
[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck. [ lucifer ]
the room's quiet. only the sounds of his breath hitching fill the room. soft gasps that clip each inhale short. dark. illuminated by the glowing red of a neon sign just past the window and only that. dean, obivously, found company with the woman whose brother he was neck and neck in a shot contest with at the little bar across the street. raking in bets that he was going to lose by pretending to be a lightweight. fingers smooth across his bare chest from behind. a fluttering touch that's got him curling his hands against the cotton fabric of his pajama pants on top of bent knees. curling toes into the plump softness of a surprisingly comfortable motel mattress. the air feels thick. like breathing outside in a summer in the south. swallowing more water than air but somehow still managing to breathe.
feels like forever since he's been touched like this. brutality? yeah. plenty. but soft? gentle? as fingers curve in against his skin and drag blunt nails down it--that mouth hits his neck. it's there that he feels something he wasn't expecting. his face twists up. he's not dreaming. is he? and eyes crack open.. where there was once a strand of blonde curls spiraling down over the side of his shoulder--it's now just his own skin. nothing's there. scruff against his cheek as teeth graze over his earlobe then begin their descent. sam freezes. all but his head that falls forward and allows his gaze to fix on the hand resting against his stomach, near the elastic band resting below his belly button.
broad, thicker fingers---ones that immediately fill his mind with the cold splash of memory. the sound of his cries. screams. the way blood tasted in his mouth. his own. fills the back of his throat with a familiar copper, ghastly taste. those hands that were the source of so much fear. terror. familiarity. agony. reprieve from it. but never letting the pain truly ebb. those hands? never leave his mind for long. goosebumps explode across the plains of sam's stomach. down his sides. the mouth on his shoulder smiles before it disappears. heads turn to face one another, sam looking behind--lucifer only having to meet his eyes. "miss me, sam?" sam can't tell if he says it, or sam just hears it.. or made the words up on his own.
the arms around him tighten. "go to hell.." sam's knee jerk reaction is to kick an elbow backwards that has no room to swing. misses it's mark. and does nothing. wake up. he tells himself. wake up. another grin twists the devil's mouth. he isn't sleeping. is he?
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@qapsiel || MORE SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥|| accepting!
23) one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them. (sounds logical for Cas)
stunned. sam rests back against the headboard of his bed where, moments earlier, he was doing the same thing only reading through the book that was still sitting--now very much forgotten--in his palm. now? that sedaris novel is a forgotten but present weight in his grip. one that jerks his attention towards it when he drops it onto his lap without taking his gaze off cas. he just..kinda remembers that the book was there cause he dropped it like dead weight. forgotten. til it isn't.. mouth open, his head tilts.
yes. cas approached him so matter of fact, as one would expect. very befitting of what one might expect from the angel. blunt and to the point. as anyone would expect castiel to be. just. the proposition that sam now faces was nothing expected. ever. and even though this pause only lasts for a few SECONDS to let the question and the reasoning sink into the younger winchester's brain--he manages to blink. once. twice. cas wants to learn more about sex. has already rationalized dean away and now stands inside his room--door closed--saying he knows sam would be a better teacher. more patient. sorta like how he asked him to show him how to work a cellphone properly. a splash of color dusts itself over the bridge of a pointed nose. spreads over his cheeks but the wide, toothy smile and little puff of air that escapes. says the idea isn't unwelcome. nor is he laughing at cas. he's just.. sam. flustered, in a good way, but understanding.
a color on his skin born out of a pulse that picks up with the images that he has in his head. long legs clad in black sweatpants with their openings loose at the bottom swing over the edge. he picks the book off his stomach and sets it aside on the nearby nightstand. fingers rest on his stomach. pressed against the soft, well washed and worn fabric of a dark gray t-shirt in an attempt to sooth the butterflies that beat their wings against the walls inside. expression soft as he comes to stand in front of cas, long fingered hands lift and cup both of cas's cheeks. fingertips graze over his cheekbones then spread until he's able to guide his head back just enough that when he leans in their noses touch.
"you're sure you want this from..me," he asks in the dark space between them. warm breath moving over cas's mouth. sam brushes their noses together, presses a kiss to the corner of the angel's mouth and feels fireworks go off in his chest. okay. okay. that's.. okay. wow. a crease of discovery forms between his brows. "tell me what you want to learn.." sam's seen and done a lot of surreal things in his lifetime. surreal's sorta what they do. but this? this is a whole new brand of it..and be damned if it barely feels real. yet. ULTRA REAL all at once.
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a low growl vibrates against her skin as sam feels her unlatch and unzip his pants. the instant freedom of the heaviness between his legs makes him break his mouth free long enough to moan when fingers wrap around him and begin to stroke. she writhes against him and he pushes into that touch, grinding hips down into her palm as he returns to suck the opposite nipple between his teeth. his finger presses against the ring of flesh that so desperately moves against the tip. like she's trying to pull him in. eyelids flutter as his eyes roll back and he sinks that digit into her not stopping until his knuckle bottoms out and he is snug against her. thumb now finding it's mark on that little nub of flesh and bundle of nerves--he rolls his hips against her strokes and the noise that leaves him is damn near primal.
he hears his name. fucks her with his finger as she bucks against him, aching. seeking all the friction she can get. he likes her like this. desperate and needy for him. it's turn around. it's fair game. for what she puts him through. starving him. making him crave her to the point he feels like he's going insane. maybe he is. maybe part of him is just gone now. he wonders if he'll ever get it back.
or if he wants to.
his hips move as her legs pull him in. he doesn't waste any more time. hell. not even enough time to get his pants fully off. or hers. instead. he balls his hand up in the crotch of her panties and tears the damn things open. pushes his pants and the rest of his clothing off his hips far enough that it frees him completely and leaning up to capture her mouth with teeth and tongue, he swats her hand away and takes hold of himself. he doesn't enter her gently. it's a thrust that peels his fingers away quickly. a buck of his hips that has half of him buried inside her heat that is there to wrap around him, squeeze him and make his whole body shudder.
"ruby.. fuck," he murmurs against her mouth as hands come up to brush through her hair. curl into it's dark lengths. the other? his finger presses against her bottom lip and slips past it over her teeth. a gesture that makes him quiver inside. he stares into her eyes. watching as he finishes joining with her in one steady, now slow push of his hips. inch by inch. til they meet and he's stretching her open for him, rolling his hips as his own lips part in a silent moan of satisfaction. one that leaves him in a warm rush of breath and has his head tilting back.
"that's it...," he murmurs. it's then that his eyes fall closed and the drag of him pulling out along with the push of him back in begins. it's indulgent. this sway of his hips that lets him feel all of her so heated and wet. all the while? his finger starts to thrust into her mouth in the same motion of his hips, matching the time. the depth. mimicking it.
【❖】 ―――― The way he effortless spun her around on the bed to hover over top of her had her skin tingling. His touch felt like a lightning bolt, electrifying every inch of her body and igniting a fire deep within her core. Call Ruby greedy and selfish all you like but she wants him, all of him to herself and right now that’s exactly what she has. As Sam's mouth descended upon her neck, she arched her back, her breath hitched, and her pulse raced. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as he continued his sensual assault on her body. Each touch, each kiss imprinted into her memory, like the most vivid of dreams.
She moaned softly, her hips bucking against his touch, wanting more, needing more of him. Her eyes fluttered shut, lost in the moment, as he continued to explore every sensitive part of her body. She felt the need to reciprocate, to give him the same kind of pleasure he was giving her. Carefully not to disturb what Sam is doing her hand moves down from his hair, slipping between their bodies to undo his pants. Sam's rock-hard erection springs free, and she wraps her hand around it, feeling the heat and hardness of him in her palm. She couldn't help but stroke him gently, wanting to please him in return.
A whimper draws from her lips and her core throbs against his palm. She wants him so badly, her skin feels like it’s burning. That’s because it is, it’s burning full of lust and desire. She wants him inside her, needed him to complete the connection between them, to merge their souls in the most intimate of ways. Eyes open to watch him, so intense and focused. Her fingers tightened around him, and she began to stroke him more insistently, her hand moving in a rhythm that mirrored the pounding of her heart.
She knows she has him right where she wants him but that’s a double edged sword, because he know he has her on the verge of begging and she’s never begged for anything in her entire life. Not even when cold hard steel cut through her flesh time and time again, never did she beg for mercy. But right now ? For him and for this ? She would beg all he wanted. Her hips involuntarily buck against his palm seeking the friction that he’s denying her. ❝ Sam… ❞ Her voice hoarse with desire. ❝ Please, Sam… ❞ Legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting… NEEDING him to claim her completely. The tension within her is mounting, threatening to snap like a wire tightened beyond it's limits.
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blood.
every swallow sends sam to a higher high than he's ever felt. more than joy. more than the time's he's gotten drunk. or stoned. every adrenaline rush that filled the back of his mouth with the taste of copper and made his limbs tingle? nothing compares to what's rushing thorugh him with each and every drink. he wants to never come up for air. to feel her hand in his hair, coaxing him on. how she's on him--grinding down--and he's rocking up against her shuddering when he stiffens so obviously inside his jeans. the press of the zipper through the thin material of his underwear doesn't even register. not when she feels so damn good. and tastes? well she tastes even better.
a groan. thick and wet and full of crimson. yet not a single drop of is spilled against the corners of his lips that glisten dark, inky red. he ends up falling into her mouth when it's over. tongue still coated with the elixir that he craves more than breath. his hands tremble as they push through her hair. cup the back of her head and hold her so solid against his mouth that he feels his bottom lip burst open just enough that the taste of his own blood laces with hers. and it sends him into a bliss that ends with him helping her tear the rest of his shirt up over his head. hurried hands toss it to the side. forgotten. hers is next. sam doesn't give her any time to tease him with the promise of flesh. he yanks it up off her and her bra? two of the hooks are bent beyond use and damn near ripped out of their little fastener when he sends that to the floor.
a strong grip around her has ruby's world spinning when he pivots her with utter ease and switches their positions. doesn't right how they're laying across the bed in the wrong direction. that might come later. might not. what does happen, though? is his mouth and teeth and tongue begin to swink down her neck. to her collarbone. as one arm braces him against the mattress and the opposite hand cups her breast. thumb rolling her nipple against it until his mouth takes over and frees his hand enabling it to sink between them. her belt is unlatched. pants unbuttoned and unzipped. sam's hand does the rest.
it sinks in and palms her core, fingers curling against her heat as he sucks the nub of flesh against his tongue hard. a moan, muffled against her skin, comes heavy and deep. oh he wants her. he wants her so bad and she feels so good against his palm as his thumb sinks into her folds and starts to explore her. not quite touching where he knows will have her squirming underneath him. he wants to hear her ask. wants to hear her beg like she makes his insides beg for her to come back when she's gone. she's his like this. all for the taking and take is all he can think of. take is all he wants to do. as the blood in his veins mingles with hers and sends him reeling.
【❖】 ―――― Ruby shivered under his touch, the feel of his breath on her wrist sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes locked with his, the intensity of their connection leaving her breathless. She could feel the hunger in his eyes, see the primal urge that mirrored her own, and it only made her want him more. The taste of her own blood mixed with the metallic tang of it on his lips always sent a jolt of pleasure straight through her.
As Sam sucked harder, the room wanted to spin around her. She stole the change to lean him back to straddle his lap. As she sat her hips rotated letting her center grind against him for a little added friction. The sounds of their ragged breathing and the soft creaks of the bed beneath them punctuated the air with a primitive, animalistic frenzy. Her heart raced, her body trembling with the intensity of the experience. The pain and pleasure mingled in a heady cocktail that intoxicated her.
She knows that soon his hunger will grow, grow stronger than what she can give to him, but for now she’s his for the taking. She knows what he wants, and she is more than willing to give it to him. All that mattered was the connection between them, the bond that had been forged through countless battles, the hunger that had been nurtured and fueled by their desires. She felt the heat building in Sam's chest, the fire that burned within him, and she knew that when this was over, he would be forever changed. But for now, she was content to be consumed by his hunger, to become the object of his desire, the vessel through which he could quench the thirst that had been gnawing at him for so long.
Her fingertips dance through the back of his hair as he drinks. A smile spreads across her lips, her eyes shining with a mixture of lust and satisfaction. She knew Sam well, knew the beast that lurked within him, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was the one who could bring it to the surface.
When Sam finally released her wrist, her skin slid against his lips, leaving a trail of dampness where he had tasted her. She pulled away slowly, giving him one last, lingering look before she turned her attention to other parts of him that needed attention. Her lips met his, soft and tender at first, but the need within her soon took over, and the kiss grew more intense, more passionate. Their tongues danced together, exploring the depths of each other's mouths as the fire between them swelled. Fingers and hand desperately tore at the soft fabric of his shirt. Hands eager to feel skin, to touch every inch of him.
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pinned post.
usft side-blog to safetypinned. here you're going to find threads, musings, etc that i'm reblogging here once they get a little spicy for the dash. so, once again, mature themes are highly present. that's what it's for! no one under the age of 21 please! keeps it clean for my partners who aren't into that and lets my partners and i do our thing! if you're here, welcome! if this isn't your bag, feel free to meet me over at @safetypinned.
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