Sam smiles at that, pressing another kiss to Castiel's ear. "I did tell you to come when you wanted to," Sam murmurs against the shell of Castiel's ear. "I won't even make you clean it up tonight." Which he had at other times. There were wipes in the room so that Sam could handle it himself, it necessary.

He shifted slightly, wrapping his hand around the hard length of Castiel's cock, stroking with practiced ease. "Go ahead, Cas. Wanna feel you come for me."