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Cas loved his job. Sure it may not be conventional but he was doing something he enjoyed and he got paid damn well to do it. Plus it had great benefits like being paid to get fucked by his mate. All they had to do was do it on camera. 

His Alpha, Dean, was the perfect lover. He paid attention to his Omega’s needs and always made sure Cas was comfortable doing a scene. Sometimes, their movies could get rather intense but there were always gentle touches or looks that weren’t picked up by the camera to ensure that they were both comfortable. 

It hadn’t started out that way though. Cas was new to the business when he was picked up by Hunters Productions after he had posted a string of solo videos on a website. He was offered a contract and the chance to choose an Alpha that didn’t repulse him to do videos with. Lucky for him, the first Alpha he met was Dean. Dean was handsome and muscular but six years older than Cas who was eighteen when he first signed up. When Cas had first scented Dean, it was all over and they both knew it. 

and it’s almost ridiculous just how loud cas gets - and well, it’s a great boost for deans ego.

He loves the feeling of the head against his prostate, the burning in his tights, the groaning and moaning both of them make in the other’s ear. His legs hit Dean’s again and again, loud smacks and soft rubbing, his own dick bouncing with him and leaving beads of pre-come all over Dean’s tummy.

They pant in each other’s mouth, and Cas goes up and down, up and down, holding back his orgasm until his muscles threatens to give up on him, and it’s so exhilarating he could burst into laughter and let his soul explode in thousands of burning stars.

But he doesn’t, he just tightens his rim around Dean’s cock and kiss him when he chokes on his breath, and forces his legs to push higher and higher and then slams back down, letting himself fall, letting himself be pulled by Dean’s strong, bruising hands and hoping they will leave a mark.

And then he arches his back and twists and that’s it, Dean growls and is pulsing and twitching inside him and that’s good, that’s so good, and Cas is ready to scream.

Dean has still the energy to jack him off, fast and hard, and he comes to the feeling of Dean’s hand on him and Dean’s softening dick inside of him.

It’s mesmerizing.

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration as the client on the other end of the phone continues to bark complaints in his ear. He glances at the clock on the wall and sighs - looks like he’ll be staying late, again.

He had set himself up at the beginning of the day to leave early so that he could treat Cas to dinner and a movie. The poor kid had been up all night almost every night this week to work on a history paper that was due today, and he had promised Dean that he would be free tonight.

He has to admit though, having the university student move into his giant condo was a great idea. Cas doesn’t have to worry about paying to live in the dorms, he’s got a quiet place to study, and Dean never worries about going home to an empty apartment.

It’s about an hour later than usual when he climbs into his company-bought Prius, and because of traffic and a malfunctioning stop light, it’s another hour before he gets home. He unlocks the door to the condo and dumps his briefcase and coat in the doorway in a heap, not even bothering to toe off his shoes before he hurries into the living room.

“Cas? I’m home!” He calls upon seeing the mess of papers and highlighters on the coffee table but a lack of a certain blue-eyed twink.

“In the kitchen!”

Castiel has his back to Dean, showing off miles of long legs and a crown of sleep-mussed hair. He’s wearing one of Dean’s old flannels, and from the looks of it, not much else. His theory is proven when the younger man stands on his tiptoes to reach the tea on the top shelf, causing the shirt to ride up to reveal a pair of see-through, black lace panties.

"Cas,” Dean breathes, “You’re a sight for sore eyes,”

Castiel turns around, and Dean sees the the shirt is only buttoned in the middle, leaving Cas’s chest bare and his hips on display. The brunette smiles shyly and comes forward for a hug, throwing his arms around Dean’s shoulders and giggling when the bigger man lifts him up by the waist and sets him on the counter.

Dean captures those plush lips in a soft kiss, moaning as he drags his hands down to Castiel’s hips. Cas sighs and opens his mouth to the older man, tightening his grip on Dean’s shoulders.

I missed you,” he mumbles between kisses, spreading his legs so that Dean can move closer.

"Missed you too, sweetheart,” Dean replies, “Missed your cute little butt too,”

He slides a hand down Cas’s thigh, hitching it up over his hip. The younger boy smiles against his mouth and wiggles out of his grip to hop off the counter, swaggering over to the table. He bends over it, leaning his chest on the surface and turning his head to look over his shoulder.

He can’t get over how beautiful Castiel is like this, his back curving gracefully between broad shoulders and narrow hips, his muscles pulled taut.  When Dean pauses for too long to admire the view, Cas whines and pushes backward impatiently.  Caught by surprise, Dean finds himself buried in Castiel and struggling to breathe.  His hand slips instinctively to the back of Castiel’s neck, fingers closing to get a good grip.

“Fuck me,” Cas demands, the words he reserves for Dean’s ears just as much a system shock as the sudden, tight clench of his body.

Dean waits for a long moment, grinding forward as he drags Cas backward until their bodies are pressed impossibly tight.  He waits until he hears the hitch in Castiel’s breathing; a soft, thick sound of surrender that’s always followed closely by every muscle in his lithe body slackening briefly.  With one last indulgence in the magnificent view, Dean lets his fingertips drag up the curve of Castiel’s spine.  

their thickness spreading him wide - even just with two, but by the time they work up to four cas’ hole is gaping and red from the fucking, wet and messy from the copious amounts of lube. 

dean’s fingers are long too, reaching inside him further and at a better angel than cas can ever get to himself, knowing exactly where to stroke to turn those breathy little moans into guttural cries

The Bedroom

Dean rutting up against Cas’s ass in his sleep

Cas waking Dean up, and Dean blinking at him with drowsy black eyes

Dean moving between Cas’s legs and grinding their erections together, barely getting them out of their boxers before they come all over each other

The Kitchen

Dean starting to make breakfast, but getting distracted when his angel walks in wearing the gray robe (you know the one) and nothing else

Cas thanking Dean for the fresh pot of coffee with a kiss and Dean getting into it a little too much

The eggs getting burnt when Dean growls and bends Cas over the dining room table, pushing the robe up and finding a hot pink plug in the angel’s ass

The smoke detector going off as Dean fucks Cas until the angel starts complaining about his hips getting sore from smashing into the edge of the table

Dean getting frustrated and flipping him over, gagging him with the robe’s tie and fucking him harder, pulling him closer when he slides too far up the table. 

The War Room

Dean researching for a hunt with Cas on his knees under the table with Dean’s soft cock in his mouth

Dean’s cock getting hard because Cas keeps letting out these breathy little sighs whenever Dean strokes a hand through his angel’s hair

Tears streaking the angel’s face as he moan enthusiastically while Dean fucks his throat, fist gripping the hair at the base of his skull

Cas choking a little bit when Dean comes, but swallowing every last drop and even licking Dean’s cock clean afterwards

Dean’s eyes taking a while to flick back to green because his angel brings out the monster in him when he’s sitting pretty on his knees.

The Garage

Dean giving Baby a quick wash and Cas comes strutting in wearing Dean’s cut-offs and crop top that he made out of one of Dean’s Zeppelin tees that shrunk in the wash

Dean pushing Cas up against the side of the car and tongue-fucking his mouth while sliding a hand down the back of his shorts

His eyes blowing black so fast that it almost hurts when his fingers brush up against lace and satin

Those goddamn shorts getting literally ripped off to reveal a pair of see-through, baby blue panties

Cas getting covered in soap and water when Dean shoves him onto the hood and pulls the panties aside to rim him until he’s begging for the demon’s cock

Dean ramming himself in to the hilt after finding Cas prepped and ready to go

The hood squeaking when Cas is rubbed against it from the force of Dean’s thrusts, his cries echoing of the concrete and arched ceilings

The Shower Room

Cas washing the dried soap off from earlier and finding himself getting hard from thinking about Dean’s eyes when he discovered the panties

Dean walking in on Cas jacking himself off, moaning Dean’s name

Dean bending Cas over and spanking him for touching himself without permission

Cas staying bent over while Dean fingers him roughly, jabbing at his prostate until he comes harder than he has in, well, hours

The Bedroom (Again)

Dean having to wear one of those eye masks that says “Princesses need their beauty rest” because Cas likes to read and he sometimes falls asleep with the lamp on, which bothers Dean’s delicate demon eyes and gives him a headache in the morning

Dean pushing him over the edge as he curls his digits at the exact same area repeatedly, causing him to come on the spot.

Please also definitely do not think about the desperate manner Cas would present his leaking-pink hole nestled between his round arse, wanting nothing else but to be gripped by his creamy-thick thighs and filled up nicely by his Alpha.

Beta Sam probably out buying a few beers missing in the fridge @ the time this occurs, hanging out a little longer than needed outside as he overhears strangled mewls from the front entrance of both partners finishing up their midnight activities.

And then they introduce him to this mindblowingly gorgeous twink called Cas who Dean’s going to get paid to fuck and Dean just feels like he’s hit the jackpot. 

And Cas makes the cutest sounds when Dean’s fucking his tight ass, and by the end of it Dean’s forgotten that he’s meant to be playing straight, and he’s flipped them from their starting position of Cas on his hands and knees, to Cas on his back with Dean above him, and he’s kissing Cas as he fucks him with long, slow thrusts that have Cas whining and their hands are clasped together and Dean keeps telling Cas how beautiful he is

Dean shoving himself forward, crouched on one knee and the ball of his other foot as he fists a hand in Cas’ hair and shoves him down harder into the mattress, the force of his thrusts almost sending Cas onto his belly in the sheets as he leans down and growls;

“Want my come, Cas?”

And Cas just nods, frantically, arching his hips up as best he can for it and Dean smirks - this cruel, smug grin.

“Where do you want it?”

And Cas whines and opens his pretty, lust-black eyes like he can actually see Dean but Dean is mostly hidden behind Cas’ sweaty, mussed hair and he can’t keep his eyes open because Dean is fucking him so damn good.

“Anywhere,” he finally manages, voice raw. “Anywhere, Dean, please.”

The way he says it, begs for it like Dean could mark him up anywhere he chose and Cas would still love it, is what pushes Dean closer to the edge, in real danger of falling over.

Maybe he grabs one of Castiel’s hands and squeezes their fingers together, bites and hobbles his Angel with a dark mark sucked into his shoulder as he fucks in and in and comes with a low grunt, stomach seizing up with every spurt as he tries to rut as deep as he can so that nothing will drip out if he has his say about it.

Maybe he tries to pull out but doesn’t quite make it, spills hot and sticky between Cas’ thighs and over his ass, marking up the pretty, sweaty skin under him where he’s red from Dean’s grabbing hands, and he forces the head of his cock back in so that Cas’ tight, clenching ass can squeeze the last few spurts from him, and it’s sticky and messy and Cas just moans at how filthydirtyhot it is to feel Dean covering him like that, Dean’s come sliding down between his legs.

Maybe Cas can pull out his wings, just for a second, so Dean growls out a terse ‘Show ‘em, sweetheart’ and Cas’ wings burst from his back just long enough for Dean to wrap his hand tight around his cock and aim his come for the thick, black feathers, watching how they twitch and ruffle with arousal, feeling the Hunter mark them all over.

Maybe he’ll come all over Cas’ back and in his hair, kiss and lick his skin clean while he reaches a hand underneath his shivering, moaning Angel and work him to the second orgasm of the night, grinning and using his teeth whenever Castiel gets close until the Angel is covered in goosebumps and spilling onto the sheets with a quiet whimper.

Maybe he rolls Cas over and aims for his mouth, painting those gorgeous pink lips with his come and admiring the thick, white clash of his come across Cas’ blushing cheeks and across his nose and framing his pretty blue-black eyes.

When Sam was around, the bunker didn’t have a lot of options when it came to privacy. He always got suspicious if Dean had his door shut too long, and he would wander if he was researching and always catch Dean off guard.

The good news was, Dean wasn’t always looking for privacy. Sometimes, sure, he liked to kick back with his music and sink into a world different than his own. But most of the time, Dean sought his brother’s company just so he could feel this side of normal.

But then there were times where Dean needed to be alone. Those were the times when Cas stood in Dean’s personal space, the heat from his body folding over Dean’s own, blue eyes tracking his movements with a half-lidded innocence.

This kind of got away with me. Hence why it’s 6,000 words long. But, hey! At least you get lots of smut. Also, I should say that this is the first time I’ve ever written smut from start to finish before.

Summary: Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean teaches him what pleasure is. Sexy times ensue. 

Fill:

Dean hears it first as he’s heading toward his room for some shut-eye. A pained grunt, followed by a sharp hiss, and a muttered, “Fuck,” in a low, hoarse voice that can only belong to Cas. And, okay, maybe Dean’s a little paranoid, but the dude’s only been human for a month, okay, and he’s already proven himself to be clumsy without the weight of his wings, prone to injury, but he needs to make sure Cas is okay, right now.

Cas’s bedroom is just a few feet further down the hall. Dean hurries the last few steps and then, hesitating only briefly, taps his knuckles against the shut door. “Uh, Cas?” he asks, trying very hard not to sound worried. “You okay in there?”

There’s a long pause, and then Cas’s voice—strained, trembling only very slightly—“I’m fine, Dean. Thank you.”

“You sure?”

There’s a muffled whimper, the sound Cas makes when he discovers something hurts when it really shouldn’t, and Dean reacts without thinking, just bursts into the room, heart hammering.

Of all the things he had expected—Cas hiding himself away, nursing his own injuries; Cas panicking; Cas bleeding or bruised or, or somthing—this is not it: Cas, frozen, pink flushed all the way up to the tips of his ears, pants undone and around his ankles, sitting propped up against the headboard of his bed, cock gripped tightly in one hand.

Aside from the obvious things like getting Dean to open stubborn jars or carry the heavy groceries or showing him off at the pool, there were other… less traditional benefits.

Like now, for example. Dean’s supporting Cas’ entire weight with not even a wall or table to help, fucking into Cas with reckless abandon. Cas moans his special appreciation, not even for a second worrying he might fall. He trusts Dean, and more importantly knows exactly how very strong he is.

Cas is completely at Dean’s mercy… just the way he likes it.

“So strong,” Cas gasps in appreciation. “Love that you can do whatever you want with me.”

Dean swallows the praise with a kiss, his rhythm never faltering.