caught in the rain.

Dean/Castiel, Dean/Cas/Others, Dean/Others, fluff and smut

dean and castiel have been together for 5 years, going from a couple of cute tops in the porn industry to a couple of hot switches. they’d met right before dean’s first scene bottoming, first ever time bottoming, first time ever putting ANYTHING up his ass. he’d started cocky, insisting it’d be a one-time thing, but that was unsurprisingly short-lived once cas got him on his hands and knees.

from enemies to fuck-buddies to friends to lovers, their bond grew quickly. they’d agreed neither of them had plans to stop porn in the near future, and they weren’t going to stay exclusive in it. their bed was for them, but their job was different.

after 3 years cas and dean lay under the stars and talked for a while, and each of them answered a question: “what’s your biggest fantasy?” cas answered first, that he wanted to go a week straight of 24/7 scene, him controlling everything his sub does. dean wanted to be at the center of a ton of guys, like a dozen or so, and just get wrecked. completely bareback, because he had a huge kink for all sorts of comeplay: dripping out of his ass, down his chin, across his chest, in his hair, all over his face, anywhere. he wanted to have too many guys for him to keep track of, shoving him around and fucking him silly and calling him princess and making him take whatever they gave him.

it wasn’t long before castiel walked into the house one day to find dean on his knees at the door, gagged, hands cuffed behind his back, a cockcage on him, and a little post-it note on his chest. “scene starts when you get home, but i started sitting at noon. if i need to safe word, i will, but please assume i am in a state of complete consent and submission unless i tell you otherwise.” the week was fucking incredible. dean was a perfect sub, sweet and plaint and eager to do anything castiel asked. he didn’t disobey once, took every command castiel gave him without a single moment’s hesitation. he had that little flicker in his eye at all times, that little smile on his face, something to let cas know he was having the time of his life fucking himself up and down a dildo for his master’s amusement.

it took two years to work everything out, two years of convincing the studio to facilitate it, vetting guys to find ones that fit his and dean’s type, personally overseeing std tests so he could make sure nothing was falsified. two years of jumping through a thousand hoops, paying a shitload of money on the side to fly some guys in from other countries (because cas knows dean has an accent kink, deny it as he might), and making sure he had the perfect ring. the ring his husband would wear for the rest of his life. he was going to give dean the greatest anniversary present ever, then take them home and propose over dinner. dean was it for him, he was forever.

dean had joked the whole car ride, plugged and blindfolded as he was. “are you gonna mug me? i mean, we haven’t done that roleplay yet. we should do that! can that be our next scene?” cas took the long way, not wanting to chance dean feeling the familiar turns of their drive to work. they made it up the stairs (not the elevator, because dean would definitely know) and walked into a room they’d never been in, a room nearly the size of one of the floors on a parking lot structure. it was huge and it echoed, and seated in chairs were 11 grinning guys sitting silently and sizing up the giggly boy cas was guiding into the center of them.

when cas took dean’s blindfold off, his jaw immediately dropped. he looked at each guy, one after the other, and his entire body began to show his typical signs of arousal as he took it all in. flushed cheeks, drooping lids, squirming thighs, clenching hands. “and i thought his face online was too good to be true,” joked one guy, hand moving to cup his bulge. castiel has made sure all the guys were *hung*, given the little size queen his boyfriend was. a few laughed, and another spoke up. “i think we should see if his ass is pretty too, for science.” more laughs and a few guys got up to strip dean, which was cas’ cue to step away for a bit.

he popped back in at the very end, after dean had been fucked silly for almost two hours straight. the highlight was when they first got two cocks in his ass, the way he’d cried and thrashed around, still begging for more with every breath he could pull into his lungs. he got so caught up he’d nearly passed out at one point, at which point 3 different guys simultaneously held water bottles up for him to drink from. all while the guys in him were still pounding away. dean was absolutely covered in jizz, every guy having got off at least three times on or in some part of him.

his arms were sticky where they wrapped around castiel’s back; his mouth tasted of 11 dicks and more loads than they could count. castiel used his sloppy ass and dean still panted and gasped and cried and begged and fuck it was perfect, his perfect little whore taking cock after cock for hours on end and still wasn’t satisfied without him. he came quickly, adding one more load of come to the fucked out mess that was dean’s gorgeous ass, and wringing out one more dry, screaming orgasm that left dean sobbing afterwards.

he carried dean bridal style to the showers, the limp body of his boyfriend still panting and twitching. the guys helped to prop him up as castiel washed him gently, reverently, all that mess seeping down the drain until only unmarked, beautiful skin remained. he kissed and praised and massaged away, nearly 45 minutes of him and the other men telling a slowly-returning dean how beautiful he was, how good he did, how proud they were, and going on and on about how much cas loved him.

and fuck, cas loved him. more than anything in the world, castiel loved this man and would spend every single day for the rest of his life proving that. he felt a gentle nudge at his back and saw one of the guys there, a box in his hand. it was castiel’s box, the ring.

he grinned widely and turned to dean, who was now joking with one of the guys who had been holding him up not long ago. cas cleared his throat to get their attention, and dean’s smiling face turned to him. cas held the box behind his back and looked into his eyes, and the words just came rushing out of him.

“i know you’ve always wanted this, and through every moment of it i couldn’t help thinking about how much i love you. how perfect you are, how proud you make me. i think my biggest thought has been about what an honor it is for me to get to call you mine. that i share these things with you, that you love me and trust me enough to let yourself go and be safe with me. i want to share everything with you, and i want to call you mine for the rest of my life.” he pulled out the little box and opened it. dean’s entire soul glowed, a bright grin on his face and adoration in his eyes. “dean winchester, will you marry me?”

He’d be shy at first, apologizing to him, “I’m not gonna be really good at this.” But he gets good eventually, because he spends way too much time with Cas’ dick in his mouth. He likes the taste, yeah, but what he really craves is the feeling. He loves the feeling of having his throat full, the heavy weight of Cas twitching and dripping on his tongue. His favorite thing to do is take the whole shaft down, all the way, and just hold it there as long as he can. He’s gotten real used to breathing with his throat full. Eventually, he’s able to just sit down and keep Cas warm for as long as he likes.

When he’s not taking his time and keeping Cas in deep, he’s fast and enthusiastic and desperate. He keens and whines around Castiel’s cock, begging with sound alone because he needs it, he needs to taste Cas. Feel him shooting hot and hard against his tongue, his throat, everywhere in his mouth. God, he needs that like he needs air.

Other times, Dean will let go, put his hands behind his back, and look up at Cas. And thank god his message is received every time, because he never wants to take his mouth off long enough to verbally request a face-fucking. But Cas gets it, puts both hands on the back of Dean’s head and fucks his head like it’s meant for him. He thrusts his hips hard and fast, and uses his hands to push and pull Dean as he wants. Dean just lets his jaw go slack, his eyes glaze over. He listens to Cas’ groans and the slick sound of a cock fucking his throat viscously.

Sometimes Dean teases Cas, licks all gentle and soft up and down his shaft, dips his tongue into the big drip of precum bubbling out of the tip. Makes himself look all shy when he tilts his head and plants a big wet kiss at the base. He might grin too, big and evil before taking Cas in deep and sucking hard, making him gasp and moan, before pulling back up and teasing all over again. He’ll do everything he can, soft and sweet, to make Cas go crazy. It always ends with a frustrated hand grabbing his hair and using it to pull Dean’s mouth up and down his dick until he comes.

Dean’s absolute favorites are the ones that come out of nowhere, when Sam leaves for a minute and he just unzips Cas’ pants, pulls him out, and sucks him off as fast as he can. The ones where they happen to be in public bathrooms at the same, the ones where he lets Cas drive so he can give him head, the memorable one in an empty diner when all the waiters were in the kitchen. He’s got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, sue him. It’s mostly about the speed aspect of it, that he’s got a time limit and he’s gotta do everything he can to get Cas from soft to hard to coming before they get caught or he’ll get his ass spanked cherry red.

cas with his fingers tight in dean’s hair, pulling him closer while dean eats him out because they forgot to take lube with them on the raid but dean can’t seem to go a day without fucking him

cas riding dean after a hunt, tears streaming down his face because dean was so stupid and he almost got himself killed and doesn’t he know cas can’t fucking live without him?

cas, completely sober for once, strung out only on the feeling of past!dean riding him and kissing the taste of future!dean’s dick off his tongue

cas laughing into the pillow while dean fucks him ruthlessly, growling that cas is a stupid slut, doesn’t he know he belongs to dean and nobody else? but cas didn’t even sleep with any other guys, he just wanted to rile dean up. mission accomplished.

dean never gets high like cas does, hates how it takes him off the top of his game, but he forgets all his inhibitions when cas is riding him and breathing pot smoke straight into his lungs

cas with dean’s legs around him, demanding, “say it. say it, dean.” and dean chokes out, “i can’t. please, cas, i can’t.” but cas insists that he can, that all he has to do is say the words and he’ll let it go. it takes twenty minutes, twenty whole minutes of cas fucking him slow and sweet and whispering encouragements in his ear, but by the end of it dean is gasping over and over, “i love you, i love you so much, cas, please, i love you, fuck”

dean wants to be mad, because cas stole an entire role of paper towels just so he could wipe up his jizz, but cas is grinding their dicks together and giggling into his mouth and dean can’t help grinning too. he’ll deal with chuck’s bitching later, but for now he insists, “you’re a menace” and reaches down to wrap a hand around them both. cas laughs harder and says, “hell yeah.” it only takes three minutes until they’re both smiling at each other and and shamelessly cleaning themselves up using stolen paper towels.

cas inviting dean to orgies that always end up with him and dean off in some corner, alone, with cas dragging his nails down dean’s back and making the same choked off sounds that he’d intended to pull out of the girls

cas and dean aren’t allowed to go on raids together anymore, because last time dean hadn’t even bothered to put cas down from where he had him pinned to a tree with his legs around him; he’d just reached down, pulled his gun out, and shot down 3 croats. cas demanded he keep the gun out. not that they were in any danger, but nothing was quite as hot as dean winchester’s fury

cas would coach past!dean on how to ride his future self, humming into his ear all the things he likes that he never knew about. past!dean has a hard time focusing because cas is pinching and pulling at his nipples and telling future!dean, “you used to be so sensitive, it’s crazy. he’s so tight around your cock, isn’t he? i bet he can come untouched if he tries. if he doesn’t do it on you, i’ll fuck him until he does.” future!dean stays completely still, only moving with little thrusts of his hips when past!dean gets too caught up in the feeling of cas’ hands and mouth on every inch of his body. that’s when cas turns his words to him instead, “pay attention, baby. you gotta roll your hips, not just hop around. in and up, now back out and down. good boy, dean.” future!dean doesn’t stand a chance at lasting very long, not when cas tells past!dean to bite his nipples and pull his hair. he loathes whoever came up with the whole “refractory time” thing, because he’s never seen anything hotter than cas flipping a soft, smooth version of him onto his stomach and licking the come straight out of him. dean watches himself instinctively arch his back up towards cas’ face, hears his own voice yelp and moan when castiel’s hand smacks him. when he’s had his fill of that cas crawls up and slides right into the spit-slick hole, then grabs past!dean’s wrists and uses them as leverage to fuck him hard and fast. dean hears his past self sob into the mattress and he knows he’s coming on cas’ cock, knows that sound because he used to make ones just like it.