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Suptober Day 8: Leather & Lace

Explicit / Cam boy!Dean & Boyfriend!Cas / Destiel / 4,903 words

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Castiel was working his way through a particularly tricky bit of code when he got the notification that HotRod67 would be starting a show in thirty minutes. He sat back in his chair, hand covering his mouth as he contemplated his phone as the internal tug of war began.

Castiel loved his boyfriend. They’d been together over a year, had just moved in together in fact and their sex life certainly wasn’t lacking, or so he thought anyway. What’s the appropriate reaction to finding out the love of your life does cam shows on the side? The answer probably isn’t to tune in to every show and jerk off under your desk. Yet that’s what Castiel had been doing since he found out.

It’d been a total accident. He’d been ridding Dean’s computer of malware - the man clicked on every link he saw, Castiel was convinced - and stumbled upon his recently cleared browser cache. He’d only looked so he could tease Dean about his taste in porn but what he found was a JustFans account with enough money in it to let Castiel know that Dean wasn’t kidding when he told Castiel he could pay their rent until Castiel’s startup got off the ground.

Another notification saying fifteen minutes till showtime and Castiel glanced at his calendar. He had a meeting in thirty minutes but really it was a dumb meeting and he could cancel it. God did he have a porn addiction? No, he knew that what he had was a Dean addiction, and the guilt he felt while agonizing over his behavior seemed paltry when there were only ten minutes until he got to see Dean tease and play and come all over himself. Castiel had never considered himself to be a voyeur but he was starting to get the appeal.

A quick note to his partner stating he needed to reschedule and he was throwing up every VPN and firewall he could to cover the fact that he was about to watch a pornographic cam show while in the office. With two minutes till showtime, he snapped the lock shut on his door and sat back down to log in. There was a countdown on screen but the chat was already live with a poll for his fans.

Leather or Lace?

Castiel blinked, his mind running rampant over the possibilities. Dean had never dressed up for him and the thrill of seeing him strip out of his everyday wear revealing something delicate underneath made his mouth go dry. Castiel had never clicked a radio button so fast in his life.

The show was starting, the window opening on their guest room and there was Dean, casual in low riding jeans and a tight white V-neck sitting on the end of the bed. He gave the camera a big grin.

“Hey everyone. How’s it going?” He paused, eyes just to the left where Castiel knew he was reading the chat. “Well, glad to know you all missed me,” Dean smirked as he leaned back, locking his arms behind him. “Have you all voted in today’s poll? I thought I’d let you decide what I wear.” Dean pushed off the bed, and twisted, his shirt riding up a bit so Castiel could see the sun-kissed skin of his hipbone.

Dean picked up two items from the bed and held them up for the camera to see. In one hand on a hanger were a pair of leather chaps and in the other was a flogger with long leather strips.

“Leather?” Dean held up the items, wiggling them at the camera before he turned to lay them back down. Then he picked up two more items. This time he held a set of deep blue panties, with a lace front. Dean kindly twisted the hanger to show the mesh see-through back. In his other hand was a peacock feather.

“Or Lace?”

The chat was going so fast that Castiel could barely read any of it, mostly just chants of “Leather!” Or “Lace!”

Dean set the items back on the bed and stood tall, his bowlegs wide apart as always, crossing his arms over his chest. “The poll closes in ten minutes.” He lifted a finger to his lips, his face going contemplative. “What should we do in the meantime?”

Dean continued to ponder, eyes on the ceiling as he tapped his full bottom lip. The chat was still moving at a rapid rate, nearly a hundred and fifty viewers tuned in and Castiel was watching that number climb rapidly.

“I guess I could get more comfortable,” Dean gave a casual shrug but the look he gave the camera was all bedroom eyes. Castiel pressed his hand to his crotch and squeezed.

Dean ran his fingers along the hem of his shirt, toying with it a bit before grasping it and inching it up, showing off the soft curve of his tummy. Castiel’s mouth watered, remembering pressing warm kisses there just under his belly button but the memory was chased away when his shirt fell back over his stomach, fingers clumsy. Dean tried again, getting it higher this time only to lose the edge and have it recover him. Dean huffed a sigh, finally just reaching over his head and gripping a handful of his shirt between his shoulder blades, and pulled it over his head. The chat went wild and Castiel could hear the soft ding of the tip jar as the patrons rewarded Dean for his effort. Dean smirked, balling his shirt up and tossing it to the side, the movement accentuating the strength of his hands. Castiel toyed with the button on his chinos.

“Five minutes left on the poll. Get your votes in. Leather or Lace?” Dean’s voice was a low tease as he reached for the button on his jeans, his eyes on the screen. His brows lifted. “Oh, SpaceCock29, wants me to choose. What a gentleman,” Dean paused, fingers worrying the button. “Or lady,” Dean shrugged. “I don’t judge.” He flicked the button open and more soft dings sounded from his tip jar.

Dean looked down at himself, rubbing one hand up his torso while the other stayed near his crotch. He peeked up at the camera, eyes guileless and wide. “Anybody wanna take a guess as to what I’ve got on under these?”

The chat rolled by rapidly with various guesses but Castiel already knew. He’d known from the second Dean had leaned back on the bed. Dean’s devilish grin just confirmed it as he let his zipper slide down slowly, revealing the soft blond down at the base of his cock.

“If you guessed nothing you were right.” Dean winked at the camera. “Only a few minutes left in our poll. What’ll it be? Leather or lace?” Dean crossed his arms again, accentuating his biceps and his chest, his jeans barely hanging on to his hips, the base of his cock visible in the open vee. Castiel used his free hand to maneuver the mouse so that it hovered over the tip jar. When the denim slipped off his hips, Castiel clicked, his donation chiming among the flurry of others as Dean’s half-hard dick was revealed.

“Oops,” Dean looked down at himself, rubbing a hand down over his chest, thumbing at a nipple as he went by. “Well, it’s about time I got changed anyway.” Dean kicked the jeans off his ankles and sauntered towards the camera. “Let's see the results of our poll shall we?”

Castiel marveled at how Dean knew exactly how to rile up the chat, stepping close to the camera so that his dick was perfectly framed as he leaned over to check his laptop. Castiel clicked the tip jar again.

“Oh, interesting.” Dean backpedaled a bit, eyes still on the screen and Castiel didn’t think anyone else would notice the disappointment in his eyes. His hand slipped down, cupping his balls as his cock grew against the top of his hand. Castiel swallowed hard. “That’s really hot, you’re definitely in the mood to play today.”

Dean turned his back to the camera, giving it a perfect view of his pert ass. He threw a look over his shoulder. “Lucky for you so am I.” Castiel glanced at the chat, noting that they were well over two hundred participants now. A strange mix of pride and jealousy flared in his gut. Dean picked up an item from the bed, hiding them with his body so no one could see which one had been chosen yet. Castiel leaned closer to the screen.

Dean turned quickly, holding flogger. “Leather it is.” Castiel frowned in disappointment, even though the way then leather tassels of the flogger rolled across Dean’s chest was an enticing sight.

Dean turned around again, picking up the chaps and giving the camera a nice view of his crack as he bent to pull them on. The leather slid up his legs without effort, leaving his ass exposed, and when Dean turned around as he was doing the buckle his cock hung heavy between his legs.

Dean was looking down at himself, his arms curled up and out of the way. He glanced at the camera. “I gotta admit. This is pretty hot.” The tip jar went crazy. Dean widened his stance and let the flogger drape over his torso, pulling it down so it tickled over his cock, standing straight now. Castiel sucked in a breath at the flutter of Dean’s eyelids, the soft hum in the back of his throat.

“Oh, you wanna see my ass huh?” Castiel hadn’t even realized Dean had been reading the chat. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Dean turned slow, sticking this ass out and lifting his arms to put his hands behind his head, accentuating the muscles of his back and arms, the flogger trailed over his shoulder blades and Castiel found himself shifting in his chair as Dean moved to lean over the bed. He widened his stance, his cheeks spreading enough to see his tight hole, and Castiel’s zipper was coming down now.

“You like that?” The tip jar went off like a Vegas slot machine. He twisted the flogger in his hand and let it swing lightly over his shoulder just hard enough for the audience to hear the slap of leather skin. He did it again over his other shoulder, shifting from foot to foot.

“How do you want me?” Dean peeked over his shoulder and the chat scrolled by at a rapid rate. “On my back with my legs in the air or on all fours?” Dean continued to eye the camera over his shoulder, wiggling a bit, letting the flogger land softly against his back and Castiel could already see the red marks forming. “Oh, you wanna see my face? On my back it is,” Dean said after a moment, spinning so that he landed on the end of the bed with a plop.

Castiel’s hand gripped his cock hard as Dean inched himself back up the bed, eyes locked on the camera. Castiel had been on the opposite end of that stare before. That stare told him Dean wanted to be eaten alive. Dean let the flogger gently fall between his legs as he spread them wide, trailing it up over his cock, moaning softly at the sensation. He did it again and the sound coming from the tip jar was insane. Dean ran his hands up his inner thighs over the sumptuous leather before he got to the soft skin where his legs met his body.

“I want to touch myself.” Dean let the flogger fall between his legs, hiding him from view. “Should I?” The chat was speeding by, the tip jar chiming. “You’re a bad influence.”

Dean let the flogger drag all the way up his cock before setting it beside him on the bed. He was laying back against the pillows, his dick hard and straining against his stomach as he slid one hand over his chest, his head tipping back as he tweaked a nipple. Castiel squeezed at the base of his cock, fending off his release. Dean hadn’t even touched himself yet and Castiel was close to coming.

Dean let his finger trail lightly up the underside of his shaft and his cock twitched at the stimulation. Dean bit his lip. “Mmm, I’m so hard.” Then as if he couldn’t take any more he slipped his hand around his dick and let his head fall back on a sigh. “Fuck I wanna come.”

The chat was frenzied now and Castiel allowed himself one gentle stroke as Dean gave himself one, testing the waters. Dean hummed again, planting his heels on the edge of the mattress, giving everyone a peek at his tight hole as he began to stroke steady.

“God, that feels so good,” Dean moaned, his head dug back into the pillows before he looked down to watch himself. “Knowing you’re watching makes me so hot.”

Castiel’s hand quickened.

“Mmm, I don’t wanna wait. Can I come? Please?”

The tip jar was a solid tone at this point instead of a flurry of dings as Dean’s strokes became more frenzied, his body curling in. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, that’s so good. Mmm yes. Fuck yes that’s… that��s it… just like… Oh fuck I’m gonna come. Yes. Please. Please let me come.”

Castiel gasped, his orgasm catching him off guard as Dean’s back arched and he let out a quick shout as his release painted his torso, hand slowing as he watched himself come. Castiel had to fight to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a second and when Dean fell back boneless against the mattress, Castiel sagged in his chair.

“Wow.” Dean panted, letting out a soft chuckle before looking down his body, into the camera. “That was amazing.” The chat enthusiastically agreed as it sailed by at lightning speed. “Until next time.” Dean gave a short wave to the camera followed by a quick wink and a sly grin before it clicked off.

Castiel reached for a tissue, the shame and guilt of what he’d done beginning to settle on him once more. He should come clean. Would Dean be mad? Embarrassed? Castiel didn’t want that, would never think less of Dean. And to be honest, making money off his body was a lot less to be ashamed of than jerking off to someone doing it, especially when that someone slept right next to you.

Castiel sighed, fingering his mouse before clicking the tip jar one last time and logging off.

“You’re awfully quiet this evening,” Dean said over dinner and Castiel glanced up from his plate.

“Sorry,” Castiel said automatically, poking at his food with his fork.

“Do you not like it?”

Castiel looked up. “What?”

Dean nodded at his plate. “Your dinner. I can get you something else.”

“No! No, Dean. This is wonderful. I’m sorry I’m just…” guilty as hell. “Distracted.”

“Tough day at the office?” Dean reached for his wine glass.

Castiel chuckled. “Something like that.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Dean swirled the wine in his glass, eyeing him over the lip and Castiel was reminded of him giving the same look as he spread his legs wide for the camera.

Castiel immediately looked down and shook his head. He heard Dean’s wine glass hit the table.

“I can tell something is wrong, Cas.” Dean leaned over, his hand stretching across the table, palm up. “Talk to me.”

Castiel swallowed hard. “I don’t want you to be mad.”

Dean’s hand jerked but stayed where it was. “Why would I be mad?”

“I…” Castiel couldn’t say it. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I…”

“Cas you’re scaring me, man.” Dean let out a nervous chuckle.

“I picked lace.” Castiel lifted his head, looking Dean right in the eye despite the flush on his cheeks. Dean’s brow pinched, confusion spreading across his handsome face.

“What?”

“I picked lace.” Castiel nodded. ‘Today. In your poll.”

Dean’s eyebrows raced upward as realization hit him and he snatched his hand back, folding his arms over his chest. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” Castiel said immediately reaching out with his own hand, palm up on the table. “I’m sorry, Dean. I never meant to… It just kind of stumbled onto it and-“

“How long have you known?” Dean’s arms shifted over his chest, his head still tipped down.

Castiel’s face burned. “A couple months.”

“Jesus,” Dean muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair and running his hands over his face then through his hair. He let out a manic chuckle.

“I’m sorry.”

“What…” Dean looked at him, confusion in his green eyes. “What are you apologizing for?”

“For spying on you,” Castiel shifted in his seat and Dean’s genuine laugh made his shoulders curl in.

“Spyin- Cas, it was literally on the internet for anyone to see. That's hardly spying.”

“But I didn’t tell you,” Castiel insisted, his blue eyes earnest and Dean finally took his hand.

“Honey, I didn’t tell you either.”

Castiel blinked, the realization hitting him. “Oh…”

“Yeah…” Dean ran his free hand through his hair. “Jesus, I dreaded the day you found out. I was sure you were gonna leave me.”

Castiel’s hand tightened in Dean’s, alarm ringing in his voice. “Why?”

Dean chuckled, his expression telling Castiel it should’ve been obvious. “I jerk off on the internet for money, dude.”

“I paid to watch you jerk off on the internet without telling you. While jerking off.”Castiel lowered his head and Dean flopped back in his chair, his fingers still tight around Castiel’s.

“You did huh?” Dean’s voice was soft, contemplative and Castiel just nodded, peeking up at him. Dean had his lip caught between his teeth, a quiet lust building in his eyes. But it snuffed out quickly. “Wait, you paid?” Castiel nodded. “Wh-“ Dean reached up to rub his face. “Why?”

Castiel’s head canted to the side. “Because you were doing a good job. And it’s rude to watch the show and not tip.”

Dean chuckled darkly. “I’ll be goddam-“ He cleared his throat. “Cas. I cam for extra money so you can save money.”

Castiel’s eyes widened. “You do this because of me?”

Dean waved a hand. “No, not because of you but…. I dunno… “ Dean’s cheeks flushed as he looked down. “I also kind of like it.”

Castiel’s thumb rubbed over the back of Dean’s hand. “You’re very good at it.” Dean’s head dipped lower. “You’re beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”

Dean looked up, a sheepish grin on his flushed face. He squeezed Castiel’s hand. “You picked lace, huh?”

Castiel’s face flamed as he nodded, looking down into his lap.

Dean bit his lip. “You know. I don’t usually do private shows…” Castiel’s head raised quickly. “Since I’m taken and all, but…” Dean let his lip slide free slowly, watching Castiel’s pupils dilate. “For you… I could make an exception.”

Castiel fought a grin. “Yeah?” Dean nodded. “I don’t know if I’d be able to look and not touch…”

Dean’s eyes slanted and it was all Castiel could do not to grab on to his hardening dick. “Oh, baby you can touch.” Dean reached for Castiel’s hand again and Castiel took it. Dean squeezed. “Meet me in our room in ten.”

Ten minutes had never felt so long. Castiel spent that time cleaning up the remains of their dinners, putting the leftovers in Tupperware and rinsing the dishes in the sink. With one minute left he made his way down the hall to the bedroom door which was closed. He counted 60 Mississippis in his head, took a deep breath and knocked.

There was a bit of laughter in Dean’s voice. “Come in.”

Castiel nudged the door open, peeking his head in. Dean was sitting on the end of the bed in the same jeans and tee he’d worn for his show, toying with the peacock feather. He smirked and Castiel entered the room, nudging the door closed behind him, eyes locked on Dean.

“You know…” Dean mused, contemplating the peacock feather before he brought it up to brush down his cheek. “I really wanted them to pick lace.”

“I know.” Castiel’s voice was thick.

Dean pushed himself up off the bed and sauntered towards Castiel. He stepped close to him, enough that Castiel felt Dean’s breath on his lips, the peacock feather tickling down his cheek.

“I should slip into something a little more comfortable, hmm?” Dean’s eyes were alight with mischief and Castiel could only swallow hard and nod. Dean grinned as he slipped the feather into Castiel’s hand. “Hold this for me will you?”

Then he sauntered away, bowlegged and slow, his hands going to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head with one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Castiel wandered closer, the tanned expanse of his back like a siren song, wanting to kiss every freckle that dotted his shoulders. Dean turned, his hands on the button of his jeans and his eyes widened, finding Castiel right there.

“Whoa, easy tiger,” Dean placed a gentle hand on his chest. “Why don’t you have a seat. Enjoy the show.”

Dean maneuvered Castiel around and nudged so that he fell onto the end of their bed. Castiel could only watch as Dean shifted away, moving to the center of the room, his hands back on his button.

“You wanna see what I have under these?” Dean flicked the button open.

Castiel nodded.

“How bad?” His fingers pinched the zipper.

Castiel’s eyes locked on Dean’s and Castiel watched his pupils dilate under Castiel’s intense stare. “Bad.” Castiel’s voice was a low rumble in his chest.

Dean shuffled forward again. “Maybe you should do the honors.”

Castiel looked up at him, Dean reaching to run his hands through Castiel’s hair. Castiel licked dry lips, both hands going to Dean’s hips as he leaned in and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss just below Dean’s belly button. Dean let out a soft sigh his head tipping back. Castiel continued to pepper kisses across his stomach, fingers moving to pinch the zipper and drag it down slowly.

The peek of blue lace in the open fly made Castiel’s breath hitch, his fingers curling into the waistband of Dean’s jeans, feeling the lace scrape against his nails as he tugged down. He was still holding onto the feather, which swished against Dean’s ribs, making his tummy tremble under Castiel’s lips. Castiel looked up.

“Tickles,” Dean explained as he placed a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, using him for balance as he stepped out of the pool of denim at his feet, kicking them out of the way.

“You’re exquisite,” Castiel rumbled, his voice low as he took in the view, Dean now straining against the deep blue lace.

He stepped back to do a slow turn and Castiel hadn’t noticed the dip in the back before, showing off the top of Dean’s crack and topping it with a little bow.

“How do you want me?” Dean asked, voice barely above a whisper as he took the feather back from him and let it trail down his chest.

Castiel took the feather and tossed it aside. “Hands and knees.”

Dean raised his brow, lips curling. “You don’t want to play?”

“I’ve played enough today.” Castiel snatched Dean close and Dean let out a delighted laugh as Castiel rolled onto the bed, pressing his body over his.

“Hands and knees huh?” Dean licked his lips and Castiel kissed him hard.

They lost themselves in it for a moment, rutting against each other, the rasp of Dean’s panties against the fly of Castiel’s chinos revving Castiel up almost as much as the friction. Castiel finally found the willpower to pull back, standing so he could pull off his shirt and get out of his pants. Dean stayed on his back, legs open, letting one hand run down his torso to cup himself in his panties.

“Mmm, if I’d have known you were watching…” Dean squeezed and gasped.

“You would have what?” Castiel kicked off his boxers, letting one hand skim up Dean’s leg.

“Probably come before I even got the chaps on,” Dean chuckled and squeezed himself again. “Fuck why is that so hot?”

“I don’t know,” Castiel pressed a kiss just inside his knee. “But it is.” He nibbled at Dean’s inner thigh. “I thought I requested hands and knees?”

Dean gave a soft whine but obediently turned over, pulling himself up onto his hands and knees. He moaned softly as Castiel ran a hand over one globe of his ass, touch dulled through the mesh. He slid them down, slowly revealing Dean’s ass, tucking the band just under his balls.

“You’re perfect,” Castiel murmured, pulling his cheeks apart to get a look at his tight hole. He smudged a thumb over it, watching it flutter. “I’ve never seen you penetrate yourself.”

Dean squirmed. “That’s only for you.”

Castiel let out a small growl, bending over to bite softly at one ass cheek which made Dean squeak. It shifted into a low moan when Castiel’s tongue prodded at his sensitive rim, pushing gently before laving it in wide, wet strokes. Castiel worked him open slow, first with his tongue and then with his fingers until Dean was a babbling mess, panting into the sheets.

“Oooo god Cas, baby. Fuck. Please. I need… I need…”

Castiel made a very undignified slurping noise. “What do you need, Dean?”

“You. Inside me. Now.”

Not needing any more encouragement than that Castiel crawled onto the bed, placing a guiding hand on Dean’s hip, fingers rasping over lace. “I’m going to make you ruin those panties.”

Dean’s arms gave out, his ass canting higher as his cheek pressed to the sheets, looking at Castiel over his shoulder. “Fuck. Yes.”

Castiel guided himself to Dean’s entrance, tapping it lightly just to watch Dean squirm before applying gentle pressure. They both moaned when the head popped in, Castiel pausing for a moment to gather himself before inching slowly forward, enjoying the little hitch of Dean’s breath as he was slowly sheathed.

“Cas, oh god Cas. Fuck you’re huge. Fill me so good.” Dean pressed his face to the sheets, moaning softly into them as Castiel swiveled his hips in a dirty grind, pressing against that spot inside Dean that lit him on fire.

“So tight. So pretty for me,” Castiel murmured, fingers slipping over the lace at Dean’s hips to cup him between his legs.

“Fuck, Cas don’t. I’m so close already,” Dean panted squirming and Castiel’s breath hitched at the friction. “Wanna come just from your cock. Please, Cas.”

Castiel felt light-headed as he gripped onto Dean’s hips and began to move, doing everything he knew Dean loved, quick light strokes followed by slow deep ones then pressing hard, grinding against him only to start all over again. Dean was crying out with each thrust as Castiel finally set into a rhythm, feeling his own orgasm bubbling to the surface.

“Don’t stop Cas. Just like that. Oh, god baby just like that. There! Cas, there! Oh shit shit shit, I’m coming. Cas I’m co-“ His words cut off as he choked on his breath, ass clamping down so hard Castiel doubled over, hands gripping Dean’s hips hard as his orgasm was ripped from him.

Castiel somehow managed to work them through it, his body trembling hard enough to shake them both as pleasure coursed through his veins like wildfire. Dean continued to whimper and whine, pushing his ass back hard into Castiel, wanting to keep him deep, squeezing at him and making Castiel whimper himself at the overstimulation. He fell over Dean, pressing his chest to Dean’s sweat-slick back, his hands covering Dean’s so he could slot their fingers together. Castiel kissed behind his ear as they just took a moment to breathe and enjoy the post-coital glow.

When Castiel grew soft enough to slip out, he moved back, groaning at the ache in his back but the view of his come slipping past Dean’s rim would have been enough to get him up again if he’d been a younger man. Licking his lips he thumbed at it, pushing it back in and Dean hissed, overly sensitive. Castiel reached for the waistband of Dean’s panties, leaning to plant a kiss on one globe of his ass before resituating them back on his hips.

When Dean rolled over he allowed his legs to fall on either side of Castiel’s, stretching long and lithe like a cat sunning itself. The mess in his panties was obscene and Castiel leaned down, mouthing at the ruined lace. Dean’s back arched, giving a soft cry as Castiel’s tongue worked over his overstimulated flesh, shivering and gasping as Castiel sucked at the fabric.

“Fuck, Cas. That was amazing.” Dean combed his hands back into Castiel’s hair as he finally lifted his head, watching the other man let his body fall to the mattress beside him.

Castiel just hummed, pressing his stubbled cheek to the soft skin of Dean’s belly. “When’s the next show?”

Dean’s fingers paused in his hair. “You… you’re okay with me…”

Castiel looked up at him, a smile in his eyes. “As long as I get to watch.”

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