#spnovember

“Cas.”

“Yes, Sam?”

“Please-”

He whines and arches into the hand Castiel runs up over his fluttering abs. Sam’s chest heaves with each breath, his muscles straining against the ropes keeping him bound spread-eagle on the bed. His cock bobs with every shift of his hips. His lower belly is slick and sticky with precum and sweat after what must feel like an eternity of teasing, his hair plastered to his forehead, and he is gorgeous. The most beautiful thing Castiel has ever laid eyes on in his many days on this planet. Nothing compares to Sam Winchester.

Castiel traces one fingertip around the circle of Sam’s tattoo, almost thoughtful. “Use your words, boy.”

Sam got himself into this situation, challenging Castiel the way he did. He can get himself out of it.

Castiel’s hand drifts along Sam’s collarbone and he smirks when he feels just as much as hears Sam’s breath catch as his fingers curl that long, beautiful neck. Not squeezing, not pressing. Just holding. It steadies Sam and Castiel feels him relax a little under the contact.

“Good boy,” Castiel murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his lover’s mouth. “Beautiful boy.”

Sam’s cheeks are already flushed with arousal but now it darkens high on his cheeks. If he was in any other position, he might duck his head to hide his face because he still gets a little shy when Castiel compliments him. He can’t do that now, though. He’s forced to keep his eyes on Castiel as he processes the praise.

Castiel gently grips Sam’s jaw, thumb sliding around those kiss-swollen lips. Remembers the way they look stretched around his cock. That’s for another time, though. This is about Sam. “I’m going to touch you again. You will not move. You will not cum. You know what to do to change that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Sam whispers, going absolutely still as he waits for whatever Castiel gives him.

Amazing.

Sam’s cock is hot to the touch, the tip purpling from denial. It throbs when Castiel trails one fingertip along the underside to where Sam’s balls are pulled up tight against his body. Sam bites back a groan and his arms flex as he fights the urge to move his hips. Castiel rolls his balls gently in his hand, listening to the choked off whimpers his lover makes, and then moves even further south to the silky-smooth patch of skin leading to the one part of Sam he hasn’t touched tonight. Not for lack of begging on Sam’s part, either, but that was part of the challenge for tonight. Castiel agreed to give Sam a fair chance by leaving his prostate alone. He will make his lover lose control on his cock another time. Maybe in front of a mirror, so Sam can see how unbelievably stunning he is as he takes everything Castiel gives him.

“Cas, please, I need-”

“I know what you need.” Castiel brings his left hand around to stroke Sam’s sweat-soaked hair off his forehead at the same time he curls the fingers of his right loosely around Sam’s cock. “And you know how to get it.”

Sam hesitates, considering. He can’t see the clock from where he lies and has no clue how much time has really passed. Has it been long enough? He won’t know until he yields. Castiel can see his mind working over his options and then…

“Mercy.”

The word is barely a breath but Castiel hears it and immediately tightens his grip on Sam’s cock. Sam moans as Castiel puts his mastery of Sam’s body into making him cum as quickly as possible, instead of keeping him from cumming for as long as possible. It doesn’t take long, especially after so much time spent keeping Sam right on the edge.

Now Sam goes hurtling over it in no time at all. His body twists and flexes in the ropes, torn between getting as much stimulation as he can and getting away from Castiel’s touch as it moves from pleasure to something verging on pain. Cum streaks his belly, all the way up to his tattoo. The way he moves, the sounds he makes as he loses himself entirely in what Castiel is doing to him - it’s beyond beautiful. Castiel doesn’t think he could ever grow tired of seeing his lover in this way.

He works Sam through the aftershocks, squeezing every last drop of cum from his body and only letting up when Sam begins to squirm away from the contact. He doesn’t let go of Sam’s cock, though, as it softens in his hand.

“Do you know how long you lasted?” Castiel asks even though he already knows the answer.

Sam shakes his head, chest heaving as he catches his breath. “No, sir.”

Castiel’s lips quirk in a fond smile and he leans down to kiss Sam, capturing his mouth fully this time in an undeniably possessive gesture. “Forty-five minutes, Samuel. Ten minutes longer than last time.” Sam’s eyes go wide. “My good boy.”