fromfryingpantofire | He's as damned as he seems/And more Heaven than a heart could hold (NSFW)

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He's as damned as he seems/And more Heaven than a heart could hold (NSFW)

They tended to switch bars a lot, never sticking to any one location and they'd drive out a ways away from the bunker. Lebanon was way too small for them to hit up the bars there very often, but it wasn't that far to the state line and there were other towns around, too.

Sam and Dean had gone their separate ways tonight, each planning to hustle pool or cards in a different place. As usual these days, Castiel had come with Sam. The former angel had picked up pool rather quickly, which wasn't surprising considering it was pretty much all math and angles. For the moment, though, Sam was the one cleaning the table with the current set of drunkards who had decided to try their hand against him.

He looked up just as he finished the current game, gathering up the money that had been bet. He'd been going to call out to Castiel, but the sound died in his throat when he saw someone else was talking to the other man. Someone who was entirely too close for Sam's liking.

He nodded to the other players, pocketing the money before walking over and putting a hand between Castiel's shoulder blades before letting it slip down. "Hey, Cas. Who's your friend?"

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There were rules that Sam and Castiel had put in place when it came to being on the road. When they were together, there was sex but no scening until after the case had been finished. They needed to be able to move and move quickly, if necessary.

During the times when Sam and Dean went out to hunt and Castiel was left at the Bunker with Kevin as research backup, they talked each night but rarely more than general conversation and a couple of 'I love you's toward the end of the phone call.

But once the hunt was done, Sam made certain to pay for an extra room. That way, Dean could celebrate his way and Sam could celebrate his. He stretched out on the bed, punching in the number for Castiel's cell phone and settled back, humming to himself as he waited for his lover to pick up on his end.

He was in the kitchen, cleaning up the leftover dishes from dinner when his phone buzzed. Castiel wiped his hands, glanced through the door to see that Kevin was still enjoying his video game. Only then did he answer the phone with a warm smile that was obvious in his voice.

"Sam."

There's a tingle down his spine. He misses him, his lover and his dom, and every time he calls there's a certain anticipation - good news, bad news, getting to know when Sam will return.

It's always good to see his name on the display.

"Are you and Dean well?"

Sam smiles, closing his eyes for a moment when he hears Castiel's voice. It's always good to hear, especially after a long night or day working a case. "Yeah, Cas, we're fine. Just in for the night. We'll be on the road home tomorrow."

Which is always good news, as far as he's concerned. Home means being back with Castiel, sleeping spooned against his back. He's gotten used to having the former angel in his bed. In his life. Hunts without him there are difficult.

"I know I've called a bit early, but I don't suppose you could get away for the rest of the night?" Not that the call will take that long, but he mostly wants to know if there's stuff that Castiel can't walk away from. "I can call back later if you need me to."

Get away for the rest of the night.

Well that's... promising. Castiel squirms a little, then nods, if only to himself, and licks his lips. Sam will be back tomorrow night... but it seems he has plans for tonight, as well.

"Hold on," he breathes into his phone, then walks into the living room. Informing Kevin that the dishes are done and he'll retire for the evening now to catch up on some reading is the perfect way to make sure he won't be disturbed - the prophet prefers not to let Castiel accidentally drag him into further research that he doesn't need to do, after all.

A little while later, the door to Sam's and Castiel's shared bedroom closes, and there's the distinct click of a key being turned.

"I'm alone now," he lets Sam know.

Sam waits patiently, listening to things on Castiel's side of the phone. The case has been a long and difficult one, keeping him and Dean away for over a week now. So a little reward for himself and Castiel for their patience is obviously necessary.

"Good," he murmurs once he hears the door close and lock, once he hears Castiel's confirmation. "You've been so good and patient during this hunt, Cas, and I know it's been as hard for you as it has been for me. And while I fully plan to reward you more fully tomorrow, I want to hear you tonight as well." He smiles, letting his happiness with Castiel show through his voice. "To start with, though, I want you to undress. Completely."

Castiel swallows, and his tone drops into something lower, something more intimate. Something reserved for their scenes, because this is as much a scene as they can share right now, and he recognizes the subtle command behind Sam's wish.

"Thank you, master. I will."

It's strange to him. He's still getting used to phones and other devices like it, and for a moment, it feels weird to undress when he can only hear Sam, not see him.

But then, he'd never deny the request. So he takes a deep breath, puts the phone on speaker and places it on Sam's pillow while he gets undressed. His clothes rustle, and he keeps his voice low as he tells Sam what he's taking off and when. There's a strange intimacy to it.

It may help that Sam is never entirely silent. Each article of clothing is met with a sound or word of approval and praise. Sam's never been stingy with praise, not since he realized just how much Castiel needed it.

He reaches down, palming himself through his jeans but not making a move to his belt or zipper. "Never thought just listening to you get undressed could get me hard, but it's working." He lets his smile and arousal bleed through into his voice. "When you're ready, go put your clothes in the hamper, then go put on your collar. The blue one, please." One that he'd normally put on himself, but which he couldn't. But it was his and it would serve as a connection between them, a clear mark of ownership and grounding for Castiel.

By the time Castiel is nude, he's also aroused, if not hard due to the cage, and Sam's words make his cheeks redden beautifully. Not in shame, but rather in pleasure. It pleases him that he can bring Sam this kind of satisfaction, this kind of arousal, just because he's following so simple a command.

"I'm glad this is pleasing for you, Sam."

But despite how Castiel tries to make this about Sam, it's obvious in his ever so slightly trembling voice that his own pleasure is there as well. As he puts the clothes in the hamper, his eyes slide down to the cage trapping his soft cock, keeping his arousal from manifesting physically, and he makes a soft sound, just audible enough for Sam to hear, as he runs his fingertips carefully over the plastic.

He belongs.

The blue collar slides easily around his neck, and once he fastens it, Castiel moans with relief. "I looked at it earlier today, master, when I cleaned our room. I wished you'd collar me. Thank you for providing."

"I love seeing you in your collar, Cas. You look beautiful with it on and I love the way that you relax once I've fastened it." Not something that Castiel would put on on his own, but knowing that he would take an order to wear it and enjoy it helped Sam a lot.

"Okay. I want you to gather some things before we do anything else," he said, keeping his eyes closed and imagining the way that Castiel looked. "I want you to get the magnetic nipple clamps, some lube and the large dildo." The one that was as close to the size of Sam's cock as they could get without getting too large. "If there's anything else you want, tell me and I'll decide if you should get it right now."

Castiel has to bite his lips for a moment, because the mere prospect... the mere thought... It's enough to make him want Sam here, now, with him, enough to make him moan with want and desire.

He can't help it.

"The red ball gag, master. Please."

He can easily slip it out of his mouth if he needs to say something to Sam, but they both enjoy the way he sounds around it. Castiel runs his fingers over the collar in delight at the thought.

Sam hums, closing his eyes to think about the way that Castiel looks in the gag. He presses his fingers against himself through his jeans again. "That sounds like a very good thought. I might have you keep it out for tomorrow. For after I've come in your mouth." He smiles to himself, spreading his own legs a bit. "Go and get them, Cas."

There's the sound of slight shuffling as Castiel moves off the bed, then a scrape of wood in the background as he digs into their drawers, fetching the toys they've agreed upon. Their toy cupboard is filled with many treasures they've acquired during their time together, and yet Castiel has no issues at all with finding what he needs right now.

He smiles when he crawls back onto the bed, fingers stroking along the dildo's shaft, imagining it to be Sam.

"I'm back."

"Thank you, Cas." He lets his approval show through his voice, smiling to himself. "I want you to get settled comfortably on your knees. Once you're good, I want you to reach up and play with your nipples. I want them nice and hard so that you can get the clamps on them. No gag yet, though. I want you to be able to talk for a bit yet."

There's a moment of silence, then a soft gasp as Castiel follows the orders.

"Sensitive," he murmurs, just loud enough for Sam to hear. It's been a few days, and his body misses its master, misses large hands with clever fingers, and a hot, wet mouth, and wicked teeth.

Castiel can be vocal, responsive, and always, always so very sensitive to all sensations.

"Sam... Sam, I wish you could bite them for me..."

That sensitivity is the main reason for the chastity device. Castiel would come too quickly, be too sensitive afterward to enjoy things. And while Sam loves that sensitivity most of the time, it's good for Castiel to be able to enjoy more, too.

He hums, finally reaching down to undo his belt, making certain to make enough sound for Castiel to hear him. "Wish I could, too, Cas," he says, licking his lips. "Bite and suck on them until I decided to put the clamps on them."

It was plenty of trial and error that led them here, plenty of times where Castiel wanted to sink below the bed in shame when just a few knowing touches had him spilling over already. They found a solution to that, although it required rigorous training until he started to accept it and like it. There had been a horrible moment where he thought he was resenting Sam for putting the chastity device on him, until his frustrations cleared, and he could accept the simple fact that he'd only been frustrated with himself and his inability to perform the way he wanted to. The chastity device had allowed him to move beyond that worry.

"Sam..." Castiel is careful not to overdo it when he pinches himself, tugs on a nipple gently as if teeth are very carefully pulling on the hardened nipples. "Mark me, please. Don't stop..."

"Mmm. I may have to spend some time on your nipples tomorrow, once we're home." Sam left the zipper done for the moment, listening to Castiel. "After the clamps tonight, they should be even more sensitive. Won't hardly have to touch them to have you crying out for me, will I?"

He shifts on the bed, letting Castiel hear the squeak of springs through the phone. "Tell me when you've got them good and hard, Cas."

"Sam.... yes, please... I want you to touch me, I need you."

It's true. When Sam is gone, every fiber of his being knows it, and misses him, yearns for him. Castiel needs him in ways he never thought possible.

"I'm ready."

"I don't think I'll stop touching you tomorrow." Which also wasn't unusual after a case. He knows he's gotten incredibly attached to Castiel and it could be a problem should their enemies figure it out. But Castiel is still a formidable warrior in his own right and can defend himself if necessary.

He smiles to himself, leaning back against the headboard. "Good, Cas. You're doing so good for me. Now, I want you to put the clamps on."

"Talk me through it. Please."

Not that Castiel can't do it on his own. But with Sam's hands not available, he needs his lover all over him in a different way, needs to hear the reassuring cadence of his voice as he clamps his nipples for him, as he turns himself into a show for Sam to enjoy.

It's almost a pity that Sam can't see him, nipples hard and red, face flushed.

One of these days, Sam really does need to sit down and show Castiel how to do Skype. Because he would very much like to be able to watch Castiel as he does this for him.

Sam licks his lips, taking a breath. "I can do that, Cas. Since you asked so nicely." And there's definitely a smile to his voice. "Pick up one of the clamps. Then take hold of each side of the clamp and pull it apart. Far enough that you can get your nipple through it. Put it on your nipple and let it go slowly. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Castiel doesn't respond verbally for a moment, his breathing the only sound from his end of the line, accompanied by the metallic clinking of the clamps as he picks one up and follows Sam's instructions. Not out of necessity, but because it's always better this way.

And yes, he's careful as he lets it go slowly, lets it settle on his nipple, squeezing it.

Sam will know when Castiel has finished the first one, because he cries out softly in pleasure and need, a soft nose between a gasp and a sob. Relief, because the intensity of this is always what he needs.

He doesn't bother stopping himself this time, pulling the phone away from his ear so that Castiel can hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. "Fuck, Cas. You make such beautiful sounds," he says when the phone is back up. "Do the same with the other clamp when you're ready, Cas. And no holding back your sounds. I want to hear all of them right now."

"Yes, master."

Castiel is shaking both from the stimulation and from the sound of Sam's zipper. Wishes that meant Sam would split him open on his cock, bigger than any of their toys, the only way Castiel ever feels properly full.

He has to make do with the fact that he's making Sam want.

When Castiel fastens the second clamp, he moans and cries out for Sam, unable and unwilling to hold back as per Sam's request, a trickle of sweat running down his arched spine, and a soft 'fuck' slipping out along with Sam's name.

Oh, Sam very much wants. If it wouldn't have been far more dangerous, he would have liked to have pushed on for home. But he and Dean are both exhausted after a hard hunt and rest is necessary.

Eventually, at least.

"Fuck, Cas. Sitting here and remembering the way those clamps look on you." He has to hold the phone between his ear and shoulder to push down his jeans and boxers, freeing himself from the confines of clothing. "Want you to put the gag on now. Before you open yourself up."

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