Gray Writes Stuff

Rated: E

Words: 988

Tags: Fucking Machine, Blowjobs, Sex toy Shop

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Today was the day. They were finally going to a sex toy store to find something new to play with. Castiel secretly had his mind set on something in particular, but he wanted to gauge Dean’s reaction to it at the store, which he knew had one. 

The drive there was tense with anticipation. Castiel drummed his fingers on the steering wheel with a grin as he parked the car in front of the store. “Ready?”

Dean nodded eagerly. “Yeah.” 

They got out of the car and walked into the shop. It was the largest one in their area and carried a variety of items for men, women, and kink. They went straight by the standard toys and to the kink section, which was where their hearts were set on today. Dean looked over the male lingerie and different kinds of cuffs. As they got further back, the items got heavier and more intense. Towards the back, Castiel spotted the item he wanted to try on Dean. He didn’t say anything, but he slowed down near it. 

Dean looked over and saw the box, eyes widening a bit. He swallowed. “Hey, Cas? Ever tried one of these?”

“A fucking machine? I have. I’m fairly experienced with them.”

Dean looked at the price tag and balked. “Yeah. Too expensive though.”

Castiel smiled. “Oh, hush. It’s what I was thinking about getting when we walked in here. If you want it too, we’ll get it. Just imagine it, I’ll set it up at the foot of the bed and the machine can fuck your ass while I fuck your mouth.”

Dean choked. “Jesus, Cas! Don’t say things like that in public!”

“We’re in a sex shop. It’s fine. You want to try it, don’t you? Why don’t we go with this model? It’s fully adjustable with a remote and there are four differently sized attachments.”

Dean shifted. “It’s the most expensive one…”

“That’s not why I’m picking it. I’m also the most familiar with this model. Don’t worry about the price, okay? I’ll handle that.”

Dean took a deep breath. It was still hard to believe how unbelievably loaded Castiel’s family was, but he was slowly getting used to it.

Now that they had their new contraption, Dean was eager to test it out. They planned for that night, after they shared dinner. Dean cooked lemon garlic chicken with mashed potatoes while Castiel prepared a side salad for them, made from freshly chopped vegetables.

The dinner was eaten quickly, and a ten-second pause after the plates were clean was all the time before both of them were going upstairs. The fucking machine required some assembly, but within about twenty minutes it was ready to go. Castiel permitted Dean to prep himself while he worked on setting up the machine since both of them were so eager to begin.

Dean stayed on his hands and knees, presenting his ass while Castiel got the machine secured on the bed in the best possible spot. Castiel instructed Dean to back up until the head of the dildo had breached his ass, Dean’s rim stretched around the flared head. 

Dean hummed and watched Castiel work to make sure everything was set up perfectly. He squirmed in anticipation as Castiel picked up the remote and slowly turned the dial. The dildo crept forward, pushing all the way into Dean’s ass before drawing back out. It felt inhuman, but amazing at the same time. Dean moaned sweetly, rocking back against the toy. It was slow enough to feel good, but not enough to rile him up any further.

Dean closed his eyes as the bed shifted around him, focusing on the feeling of the dildo. The flared head would gently tug his rim each time the toy pulled back. Dean was careful not to rock too far forward so that the dildo wouldn’t slip out. 

A tug to his hair made him reopen his eyes. He blinked up at Castiel and found his dom’s cock right in front of his mouth.

“Open up.”

Dean opened his mouth, moaning around Castiel’s cock as it slid into his mouth over his tongue. He closed his lips around it and sucked gently, hollowing out his cheeks and giving Castiel a good hole to fuck. He heard the machine’s gears turning faster as the dildo started picking up speed. Dean groaned, closing his eyes again. He opened up his throat when Castiel pushed forward further.

“Such a good boy for me. I don’t ever get this view of you, so this is a welcome treat. You look gorgeous with that fake cock fucking you. Do you want more?” The low groan and pleading eyes from Dean gave Castiel his answer. He picked up the remote and turned the dial further. The dildo now moved at what was probably Castiel’s top speed while fucking, so he turned the dial just a little further, giving Dean that inhuman speed that pounded him into oblivion. Watching the submissive scream around his cock was all too much. He pulled back and stroked himself to completion, coming over Dean’s face. 

He reached underneath Dean and found his cock, stroking him quickly. “That’s it, baby, let go. Come for me.” Castiel grinned as he watched the ecstasy on Dean’s face, the way his brows scrunched and his mouth dropped open into an ‘o’ shape. Dean’s entire face and neck flushed red, making his freckles stand out that much more. It was truly a sight to behold, and Castiel felt so lucky that he was able to give this to Dean and to witness it every day.

Dean’s quiet whimpers when overstimulation set in brought Castiel back to reality. He turned the machine off and gently pulled Dean forward so that the toy slipped out slowly and gingerly. 

“Can we do that again?” Dean mumbled into the pillow.

Rated: E

Words: 150

Tags: Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Name-Calling

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Learning how Dean ticked was one of Castiel’s favorite things. He loved how sensitive Dean was all over, but one area in particular was a surprise. Dean really got off on nipple play. Clamps, fingers, mouths, it was all amazing.

Castiel hovered over Dean, rolling the hardening buds of his nipples between his fingers while he thrusted slowly into him. “Look at you, moaning and squirming on my cock like a good little slut.”

Dean’s face flushed red and he moaned, closing his eyes and pushing his chest towards Castiel’s hands. Castiel’s dirty talk was to die for.

“Mmm, so good for me. Beg for me.”

Dean groaned. “Fuck, please, Castiel…”

“You can do better than that. I’ve given you dirty talk. I’d like to hear some from you.”

Dean swallowed. “Please, fuck me harder...wanna feel your big cock, please Castiel!”

Rated: E

Words: 293

Tags: Lingerie, Dean in Panties, Panty Kink

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It all started with Rhonda Hurley. Dean was a freshman in college, and he was in Rhonda’s apartment for the second time that week. When she presented him with the little flash of pink, he was hooked. The feeling of stain and lace encasing his ass and crotch was heavenly, and he couldn’t get enough.

The day he received his first online order of panties, he waited until Castiel had left their dorm before ripping the box open and trying all three pairs on. He loved the simple red thong the most. He felt himself wishing someone would spank his ass so that he could be just as red as the thong.

Now that he was with Castiel, Dean’s collection of lingerie was massive. Castiel loved picking out new pieces for Dean to try on and show off at the club. Every color was stunning on him, but they had their favorites.

Dean liked the classy black and white look. He paired up black panties with white lace and white stockings and garters. 

Castiel liked the sultry black and red pairing. The classic red thong with black stockings was gorgeous on Dean.

Dean felt sexy and confident in his lingerie. The effect it had on Castiel made the entire experience ten times as good. He loved crawling onto the bed over Castiel only to be flipped over. 

But, by far the best part of lingerie was the feeling of Castiel simply pulling the panties to the side or halfway down Dean’s thighs to fuck him. Nothing compared to the tightening but soft fabric around Dean’s cock while his ass was pounded into oblivion.

Rated: E

Words: 526

Tags: Mirror Sex, Dirty Talk, Coming Untouched

Dean stood in the center of the room, listening to the sound of Castiel moving things around. He had a silk blindfold under his eyes that promised a surprise when it would finally be removed.

“Do I at least get a hint?” Dean asked, shifting anxiously.

“No, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.” Castiel looked at his work and nodded in approval. “Alright.” He took Dean’s hands and led him over to a chair. Cas sat down in the chair and pulled Dean into his lap. He smiled and lifted the blindfold.

Dean blinked his eyes open and looked straight ahead. His eyes widened when he stared back at himself...in a mirror. He got to watch as Castiel’s hands slid up and down his thighs. Dean's first instinct was to blush and look away, but a gentle hand guided his head back towards the mirror.

“Keep watching. I want you to see how pretty you are when you get fucked.” He ran his thumb over Dean’s lower lip, grinning when the submissive pulled it into his mouth.

Dean gave a soft moan at the dirty talk. His face was bright red as he watched himself in the mirror. His entire neck and face were on fire as he watched Castiel gently pull the plug out of his ass and slick himself up with lube.

Cas nudged Dean’s thighs apart. “Keep your legs spread, sweetheart.” He hooked his arms under Dean’s thighs and pulled them back to expose his ass further. Dean watched intently as he was lifted up. He reached underneath himself to help Cas line himself up.

Dean was able to catch all of the changes in his face as he sank down, and he realized just how much his face changed. His jaw dropped open, his brows drew together, and his features softened everywhere else. His face all the way down to his chest was flushed red, and his cock bobbed in front of him. Dean moaned as Castiel started rocking his hips up into him. Watching Castiel’s cock disappear into his ass over and over did things to him.

Castiel watched Dean from over his shoulder, eyes dark and wide. Seeing Dean get off on this just as much as him made Cas drive into him harder and faster. “Fuck, look at you. Now you know why I call you so beautiful when you’re like this.”

Dean whimpered and closed his eyes, looking away again. He felt a firm hand turning him back towards the mirror.

“Keep looking. I want you to see yourself come on my cock. Can you do that for me?”

Dean moaned. “God, yes!” He held Castiel’s thighs and bounced against Castiel’s thrusts. “Oh, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

Dean panted and drew in a deep, shaky breath before crying out as he came all over his own stomach. Seeing it only drove the pleasure through the roof. He groaned at the feeling of Castiel coming deep in his inside of him. He smiled softly into the mirror, meeting Castiel’s eyes. “Love you.”

Rated: E

Words: 383

Tags: Toys, Dildos, Gags, Drabble

Dean was extremely proud of his toy collection now. He and Castiel owned anything and everything they could ever want. Of course, Dean had his favorites.

Dean’s favorite dildo was thick and slightly curved. The vibrations were heavenly, and the flared base made it easy to grip and slide in and out of himself. It was fun to prop it up on the bed and ride it too. He used to use it regularly before he started dating Castiel. Now he had to ask if they could use it when he was in the mood and honestly, he preferred it that way.

Dean loved some of their impact play toys too. The paddle and riding crop were definitely his top two. He loved the sting on his skin and loud noise each of them created. Castiel was always firm, but forgiving. Dean was pushed right to his limit, but then he was brought back down and given all the love and praise in the world.

Right now, Dean was given the opportunity to ride his favorite dildo for Castiel with his hands tied behind his back and a ball gag in his mouth. Castiel was sitting in a chair across from the bed, stroking himself at the same speed Dean was bouncing.

“Beautiful. Keep going. Show me how bad you want it.”

Dean groaned behind the gag and shifted his legs for better leverage to bounce harder. The gag muffled his moans and whimpers. He let his head fall back, breathing deeply through his nose. Putting on a show for Castiel felt amazing, especially like this. He felt so loved, so cherished, and his own outlook on his appearance was given a major boost. He loved that man so much.

Dean whined louder when Castiel came before him. He squirmed and looked up at Castiel pleadingly as the other man joined him on the bed.

“Keep going.” Castiel waited for Dean to start bouncing again before wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking him quickly. “Come for me.”

Rated: E

Words: 194

Tags: Costumes

Castiel thought today was just like every other day. It should have been, anyways. He had just finished his assignment for his anatomy class and his dinner. Dean had gone out to run some errands, so Cas was home alone. He laid down on the bed and turned on Netflix to pass the time.

The last thing he expected was for Dean to swing the bedroom door open nearly naked, a pair of black, bat-like wings on his back, little red horns on a headband, and a devil’s tail plug. Black panties with red lace concealed his cock, and black stockings and garters covered his legs.

Castiel swore he felt drool run out of his mouth as he stared at Dean. He slapped his laptop shut and pointed to the bed. “Come here.”

Dean grinned and strutted over to the bed, swinging his hips back and forth to make the tail sway behind him. He crawled onto the bed and stuck his ass in the air. “Hey, angel.”

Cas ran his hand along Dean’s back. “Is this what you were out getting?”

“Mmhm. Like it?”

Rated: E

Words: 843

Tags: Sadism, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Edging, Soft Dom!Castiel

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Castiel’s particular flavor of sadism was different than anything Dean had ever really experienced before. In the past, Dean had never been with the greatest of doms. They took and took from him without stopping to appreciate anything. Castiel was a giver, but what he gave, he would take away too. It was always there, just within Dean’s reach, and when he was good, he earned it. When he earned it, it was amazing. Everything felt right. 

While Castiel did enjoy giving out pain-related punishments, his specialty was edging and denial. Dean swore that Castiel could bring anyone to their knees, begging for release.

Today marked day four since Dean last got an orgasm. This wasn’t a punishment, but a discussed scene taking place over four days. 

The first day wasn’t too bad. There was some mild teasing, but nothing Dean couldn’t handle. The second day, the itch started. Dean got more touchy than usual and wanted to cuddle up to Castiel at every chance. The more contact, the more likely they’d get frisky. That night, Cas edged Dean for twenty minutes before gently consoling Dean until he calmed down enough to sleep. The third day, Cas didn’t do anything, and it was torturous. Dean would have taken edging over complete denial. Finally, the fourth day came. It was a Saturday, so they had the entire day to themselves. Castiel spent the day doing everything they would usually do on the weekends: clean, meal prep, relax, and catch up on homework. Dean was just on the edge of absolute desperation. 

“Caaaas...Are we gonna do this soon?”

Castiel chuckled softly. “Not yet.” He set aside the plate he was washing.

Dean shifted on the couch, chewing his lip. The plug in his ass was just below his prostate, so rocking onto it only drove him crazy. He tried it anyways, rocking back and forth on the couch. He tried to keep it down so that Castiel wouldn’t notice, but the couch squeaked and he was given away. 

Cas reached into his pocket and clicked the first button on the little remote he had tucked away. He grinned at the startled moan from Dean as the plug started the vibrate. 

Dean rocked his hips harder to the point of bouncing on the couch. It wasn’t nearly enough, but something was better than nothing at this point. As soon as it was there, it was gone. Dean groaned and laid down on the couch. “Please…”

Castiel turned with a raised brow. “What was that?”

Dean blinked in realization. Castiel wanted to hear him beg. He sat up and looked desperately at the dominant. “Please sir, I’m ready, can you touch me? Please?”

Cas smiled softly and walked over to Dean, watching his legs spread instinctively and grinning. “Mmm, that’s pretty.” He leaned down, smirking when Dean leaned up to kiss him. He grabbed Dean’s chin just before he made contact. “No.” 

Dean blinked and stared in surprise when he was denied yet again. He let out a desperate whine that grew higher in pitch when the plug came to life. His vocabulary shortened to ‘please’s and ‘sir’s.

“Oh baby, you really want it, don’t you?”

Dean nodded quickly. “Please!”

Castiel hummed. “Really?”

Dean choked out a sob. “Yes!”

Castiel leaned down and kissed down Dean’s neck. “Okay, my love. You’ve waited long enough.”

Dean gripped the couch tightly, unsure if he was allowed to touch. “T-thank you, thank you sir! Please, can I touch you?”

Castiel straddled Dean’s lap. “You can touch.” He turned up the strength of the vibrations on the plug and traced one finger over Dean’s cock over his panties. 

Dean grabbed Castiel’s arms, hanging onto him like a vice to ground himself. His brain was short-circuiting already from the slightest of contact. When Castiel’s hand finally wrapped around his cock and stroked, he felt his orgasm starting to build. Finally, it was here, the moment he spent days waiting for...and then Castiel took his hand away. Dean was right there on the edge and his head was spinning with need. He was just able to make out Castiel’s satisfied grin and low chuckle. One more litany of ‘please’s and then the words he had been waiting for finally came.

“Come for me, Dean.”

Dean choked before throwing his head back, heaving in several large breaths as waves of pleasure crashed through his body and made his face feel white-hot and on fire. His entire body spasmed underneath Castiel and his chest was painted with streaks of white.

Rated: E

Words: 434

Tags: Aphrodisiacs, Blowjobs

Castiel was sure something was different about Dean today. He smelled different. Dean had a usual musk that reminded him of garages and big oak trees. It was softer today, and it was sweet. Something there was stirring a warm feeling in Castiel’s gut.

No matter where they were, Cas had his hands on Dean. He mouthed at his neck, pressing wet kisses against the skin as he held his hips firmly. Dean seemed to be drinking up the attention.

“Something got you riled up, hm?” Dean teased, fingers gliding through Castiel’s hair.

“Upstairs, now.”

Dean let out a low chuckle. He turned around and swung his hips as he walked up the stairs, watching Castiel’s eyes darken. “Aren’t you going to come to ravish me?”

Castiel followed Dean like a lost puppy, eyes dark and fixated on Dean’s ass. The moment they were within the walls of their bedroom, Cas shoved Dean against the wall and kissed him hard, hands trailing down until they found Dean’s ass. He lifted Dean up, kissing down his neck. “Shit, Dean...what is that smell?”

“It’s a lotion with a few aphrodisiacs. Mostly jasmine and lily of the valley.”

“Hmmm, it’s soft, floral. It’s different. I like it.” Cas hummed before lowering Dean to the ground, all the way to his knees. “Suck me off.”

Dean mouthed at the bulge in Castiel’s pants, moaning softly and blinking up at Castiel with wide doe eyes. He unbuttoned Cas’s jeans with nimble fingers and pulled the zipper down with his teeth. The groan he got from Castiel made a wide grin spread across his face. It wasn’t often that he managed to rile up the usually stoic dominant.

He nuzzled at the base of Castiel’s cock, taking in his boyfriend’s natural scent and musk. It sent warmth coiling down into his stomach as he took the quickly hardening cock into his mouth. He gave Castiel his prettiest gaze, letting his eyelashes flutter and his eyes stay glassy as they stared up into Castiel’s eyes.

Rated: E

Words: 262

Tags: Drabble, Suspension

Dean had a hard time describing subspace sometimes. It made him feel safe, weightless, and free. Relinquishing control was something that seemed so hard at first, but now it came so easily. Cas made it easy. It wasn’t just giving up control, in fact, it didn’t feel like giving up anything. He felt like someone was finally taking care of him, instead of the other way around.

Dean liked to describe subspace as floating sometimes. It felt like his entire body was being held up to float on air. Right now, it really felt that way. Soft leather caressed his skin with every little shift of his body. His toes could barely brush the ground. His head hung low with his ass up, presented to Castiel like a gift.

A soft, silk blindfold covered Dean’s eyes, blocking out the outside world and leaving Dean’s other senses heightened. Every snap of the flogger against his thighs, brush of warm breath from Cas, and gentle touch pulled soft whimpers and desperate whines from Dean’s lips. He tried to use what little leverage he had with the ground to put his body back towards Castiel, but he was suspended helplessly, entirely at Castiel’s mercy. 

Rated: E

Words: 262

Tags: Suspension, Drabble, Flogging Orgasm Denial

Dean had a hard time describing subspace sometimes. It made him feel safe, weightless, and free. Relinquishing control was something that seemed so hard at first, but now it came so easily. Cas made it easy. It wasn’t just giving up control, in fact, it didn’t feel like giving up anything. He felt like someone was finally taking care of him, instead of the other way around.

Dean liked to describe subspace as floating sometimes. It felt like his entire body was being held up to float on air. Right now, it really felt that way. Soft leather caressed his skin with every little shift of his body. His toes could barely brush the ground. His head hung low with his ass up, presented to Castiel like a gift.

A soft, silky blindfold covered Dean’s eyes, blocking out the outside world and leaving Dean’s other senses heightened. Every snap of the flogger against his thighs, brush of warm breath from Cas, and gentle touch pulled soft whimpers and desperate whines from Dean’s lips. He tried to use what little leverage he had with the ground to put his body back towards Castiel, but he was suspended helplessly, entirely at Castiel’s mercy. 

He wanted to come, it wouldn’t take much now, just a few more good strokes, but he wasn’t allowed today, and Castiel was being certain that it wouldn’t happen. It made Dean’s head spin every time he got close, only to have that edge taken away. It was torturous, but it was so good. Dean wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Rated: E

Words: 404

Tags: Frottage, Panty Kink

Dean loved sitting in Castiel’s lap. He loved to sit with his thighs around his dominant’s waist and their chests pressed together as they kissed. Their bodies linked together like two perfectly matching puzzle pieces. Dean felt like he belonging in Cas’s lap.

Cas’s hands slid up and down Dean’s back, making his shirt ride up slightly. Dean moaned softly at the feeling of Castiel’s fingers on his skin. Every brush against his back sent shivers down Dean’s spine. His head tipped back as Castiel started kissing down his neck, teeth grazing the soft skin.

Those glorious hands slide lower and gripped Dean’s ass, kneading it beneath strong palms. Dean pushed back into the contact, humming lowly. When Castiel pulled him forward enough for their crotches to brush together, Dean gasped softly. He rolled his hips forward once before stopping abruptly, knowing Castiel wouldn’t like that. 

Castiel glanced up at Dean and hummed softly. “Hmm, give me just a second, and then you can move however you’d like. You’ve been wanting this today, haven’t you? I’d like to see how badly you want it.”

Dean whimpered softly and nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Sir. I wanna come.” 

The dom unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He applied some lube for comfort before pulling Dean’s cock out of the confines of his panties. He wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and stroked them a few times to spread the lube over them. “Okay, my love. You can move.”

Dean nodded quickly and rutted his hips, his cock sliding in Castiel’s hand and against Castiel’s cock. It was a glorious slide that riled Dean up faster than he’d like to admit. He panted softly as he rolled his hips, fucking Castiel’s hand hard and fast. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Castiel moaned deeply, rolling his own hips up. “With enthusiasm like that, I ought to let you fuck me.”

Dean’s eyes widened and he let out a warning shout.

“You can come, baby.”

Dean shuddered and gasped, hips stuttering as he came. In the aftershocks, he saw Castiel coming as well, both of their releases coating his hand. 

Dean slumped against Castiel with a happy sigh. He rolled off onto the bed so that Castiel could clean himself up before returning. A cool cloth wiped Dean clean and gentle kisses covered his face. “Love you, Cas.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

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Rated: E

Words: 1179

Tags: Fisting, Begging, Experimental BDSM

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Dean shifted in his seat on the couch, anxiously waiting for Castiel to come home. Dean had morning classes that were done just after lunch, while Castiel, being the non-early bird, had his classes in the early afternoon to just before dinner. He also had a heavier class-load than Dean, since he chose to fill his schedule to the maximum that he could handle.

When the door finally opened, Dean sat up and smiled brightly at Castiel. “I wanna try something.” 

Castiel set down his backpack with a chuckle. “Again? We’ve tried several things recently.”

Dean nodded quickly. “I know, but I think you’ll really like this one.”

Castiel sat down next to Dean, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in for a kiss. “Yeah? What is it?”

“So...I have sort of a kink bucket list. The knife was on there. I’ve wanted to try that for a long time, but I’ve never had someone that I trusted enough. The next one I want to try, I think about it a lot. Probably way too much. It’s um…” Dean’s cheeks flushed, the embarrassment sinking in. 

“I won’t judge you for your kinks, Dean.”

“Okay, so whenever you have your fingers in my ass, I always hope that you’ll go further. Up to four fingers, then five, then…”

I think a few people have tagged me in this and I’ve just been too busy, but the latest was @cas-lost-grace so thank you!!!!

“Castiel wished that he was better at writing so that he could write about all the amazing things Dean did for him.“

Shockingly it’s sfw, given what I’ve been writing lately lmao

Rating: E

Words:

Tags: Knife play, No blood or cuts

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“You’re still one-hundred percent sure about this?”

Dean nodded eagerly. “I trust you, Cas. We talked all about it. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Castiel kissed Dean’s cheek. “I promise that I won’t. Remember your safewords and use them if you need them. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Dean leaned up and kissed Castiel’s cheek before lying back on the bed. He shifted his hands in the handcuffs above his head, relaxed his body, and cleared his mind. He shivered when he felt the edge of cool metal slowly dragging up his stomach and chest. His eyes flicked down to the bowie knife in Castiel’s hand. Dean had provided it, since he had owned it for self-defense since he was a teenager. 

Castiel leaned over Dean, hyper-aware of the blade in his hand and how he was moving it. He sucked a bruise into Dean’s collarbone and hummed. “Are you going to be good for me today, Dean?”

Dean nodded, a soft moan escaping his lips. “Yes, sir.” He felt the blade against his throat and squirmed. His instincts were screaming at him to fight, but the overwhelming trust he had for Castiel squashed out his instincts and left him feeling vulnerable and oh-so-turned on.

The knife stayed at his throat while Castiel’s fingers worked him open. The blade moved across his chest, the ever-present threat lingering. 

Dean came with Castiel’s cock buried in his ass and the knife right up under his chin, a satisfied grin on his face.

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