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

[fromfryingpantofire]

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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[fromfryingpantofire]

"Maybe later," Sam replies, bending his head to kiss Castiel's shoulder as he takes hold of the nipple beneath his fingers to tug at. "For the moment, I was thinking that it's been far too long since I've been inside you."

Sam raises his head, looking down at Castiel with a smile. "You've been so good and patient the past few days."

[freetobe]

Castiel's back arches slightly when Sam devotes attention to his nipple. Sensitive, always so sensitive, and so responsive, too.

"I tried to be. I owed you that much, at least."

He'd failed Sam before, how could he not at least try?

[fromfryingpantofire]

"We've talked about this before," Sam says, raising his head to look at Castiel properly. "You don't owe me, Cas. I'm good with you wanting to be good and patient for me because you want to, but not because you feel you have to out of some need to balance scales."

It was something that was always likely to be difficult for Castiel to understand and he might always feel that way. But Sam did his best to explain the difference if he could.

[freetobe]

"I want to be good good and patient for you. I want to do right by you, as you do right by me, Sam."

Because he loves Sam, as a sub and as just Castiel both, loves him as his dom and just as Sam Winchester, with all his beauty and his brightness and his shortcomings and his darkness.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"And you do, Castiel. I promise you that. You do."

He bent his head, pressing kisses along Castiel's collarbone as his hand began to move down, tracing over the chastity device before sliding past his balls. "Spread your legs, Cas. I want to work you open."

[freetobe]

"Like this?" On his back, he means, and the words are a whisper. Castiel compliesinstantly, of course, doesn't hesitate and shifts until Sam has easy access to him, until his hips cant just right for Sam to easily finger him.

It's comfortable, especially after these last few weeks of healing, and it's more intimate than the way they usually fuck during scenes. Castiel shivers at the thought.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Mmmhmm. Just like this." He can't finger him much at the moment, of course. Sam needs to find the lube for that. But he can let his fingers drift down to stroke over the ring of muscle, pressing lightly against it.

[freetobe]

For now, it's more than enough, just that light pressure, a promise for more. Never dry, but for now a tease of things to come, of what they will do.

Castiel moans softly for Sam, and the ring of muscle flutters as the fallen angel shivers with want.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"That's it, Cas. So good for me." Sam presses the tip in, just barely breaching the ring before pulling back. He rolled over, pulling open the bedside drawer so that he could get out the lube, then rolled back closer to Castiel. "You up for this?"

[freetobe]

Castiel whimpers as Sam just barely presses in, because it's borderline uncomfortable - but not quite there, they've done this often enough that Castiel knows how to relax for this little push, this barely-there-breach.

If anything, it makes him want more.

"Yes. I'm up for this, Sam. Please."

Always. It's been too long since he's felt Sam, though he deserved the long break in their intimacy.

[fromfryingpantofire]

They'd have to do something about that way of thinking, but that's kind of what Sam has in mind right now. He opens the lube, coating a few fingers as he leans down to kiss Castiel. "That's good, Cas. Love having you like this, hearing you and how much you want it."

[freetobe]

He spreads his legs further, showing just how much he wants it. Castiel searches Sam's eyes once their lips part a little again, but with every passing moment he seems to relax, and question himself, question this a little less.

He's starved for this, for Sam.

"I't not just want, Sam. It's need. You make me feel... so much."

Physically... and emotionally as well.

[fromfryingpantofire]

The fewer questions, the better as far as Sam's concerned. He really wants Cas to stop questioning his place here, his place with Sam. He moves his fingers down, stroking across Castiel's entrance once more before he begins pushing two fingers into him, slow and careful.

"I love your mouth," he murmurs, looking into his lover's eyes. "But I have missed being able to fuck your ass."

[freetobe]

I love you mouth.

Castiel almost whines, but just manages to turn the sound into a stifled moan. There's no mistaking how his cheeks heat up, though, how the flush creeps down the back of his neck, and how he relishes in the praise.

He takes the fingers eagerly. It's been too long since he felt Sam, since Sam has been where he belongs.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"No holding back," Sam warns Castiel, curling his fingers slightly. Not enough to press against his prostate, but definitely so that the other man could feel the movement of his fingers. He leans in, nuzzling Castiel's cheek. "Your mouth is wonderful. You are wonderful, Cas. Love getting lost in the feel of your body, the way that you react for me. Your eagerness and how you're so good for me."

[freetobe]

The warning gets no immediate reaction, not even the curl of Sam's fingers - though Castiel's lips part desperately at this, shaping a silent gasp. It's when Sam nuzzles his cheek and offers praise, that Castiel can't hold on to his moans any longer, every word from his master's and lover's lips letting more sweet, sinful sounds fall from Castiel's own mouth.

And so he gasps and moans and whimpers beautifully for Sam, whines when he's called eager, mewls when he's called good, eyes burning with a need he never dared put into words and still can't voice - but which is made so very obvious by the way he looks at Sam, cracked open and hiding nothing in his eyes.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"That's it, angel." Sam shifts, changing the way he was leaning on his elbow so that his hand could brush against Castiel's hair. "I swear, I could come just by listening to your voice, watch the way you follow my orders." He pulled his fingers back, pushing them together so that he could push a third one back into Castiel's body with them.

[freetobe]

"You make it easy," Castiel murmurs, voice breaking at the end as three fingers are pushed into him. He cants his hips on instinct, always greedy for more and never satisfied until he has Sam's entire length and girth inside of him. In theory he knows that it's smarter to take it slow right now, to make sure his body can even handle all of Sam properly. But in practice, patience is something he's always struggled with. "Sam, it feels so good..." And while honest, the fact that Castiel is talking is clearly a bit of a personal interpretation of Sam's command for Castiel to let himself be heard - because the fallen angel craves the praise, but has difficulty handling it at the same time, and is now trying to make sure there is none instead of allowing himself to bask in it.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam hasn't told Castiel not to actually speak. For now, letting himself talk is good for Castiel. And it doesn't stop Sam from smiling down at him. "It's meant to feel good, Cas. Though not too good. Not yet. Because I know it feels better when I push my dick into you, split you open on my cock. Know how much you like that." He pushes the fingers in just as deep as he can, one finger curling to try to find Castiel's prostate.

[freetobe]

He opens his mouth to say more, but nothing more comes up. Instead, he shudders beneath Sam, body going taut with the intense spark of pleasure as Sam curls his finger and hits the spot.

Castiel whimpers, closes his eyes for a moment and remembers the times when he was so sensitive he could just instantly come from this.

"Please," he whimpers as his eyes open, lidded, pupils almost overtaking bright blue. "Please fuck me, Sam, please own me..."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Not fucking you today," Sam replies, even as he pulls his fingers back and moves to settle between Castiel's legs. He reaches down, smearing the last of the lube along his own dick. "I mean, we're going to have sex, but it's about more than just fucking."

[freetobe]

He understands, and Castiel feels like he can barely take the mere thought of it, too intense, too intimate, too good for him right now. He wants it, craves it desperately, and his heart swells close to bursting.

"Sam..."

They're going to make love to one another. And Castiel slides into position easily enough, then. Spreads his legs farther, cups the back of Sam's head with one hand, fingers tangling in his hair, while the other hand rests on the pillow next to his head, for Sam to take.

Just like that very first time between the two of them.

"Please..."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam bends, pressing his lips lightly to Castiel's before he shifts back enough to get himself into the right position. He reaches up, threading his fingers with Castiel's free hand before he begins to push forward, holding his breath until he breaches the ring and can breathe out a sigh of relief.

[freetobe]

And just like that first time, so long ago and yet so very fresh in the mind of someone as old as Castiel, the fallen angel's breath catches as Sam pushes in. Just like during that first time, he almost feels too full, as if there's no way Sam will ever fit into him, as if the vessel of something formerly larger than life couldn't possibly have his room for this one mortal man.

But unlike that first time, Castiel already knows he can take Sam, and more than that, craves all of Sam's length and girth, feels empty with anything less. His lips part in a moan, fingers pulling on Sam's hair just a little as his hips lift a little more, easing the angle for Sam.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam's tongue takes advantage of the moan, dipping into Castiel's mouth to take a quick taste of him. "Still so tight," he murmurs, rocking forward slowly. He hasn't been very thorough with the prep, knowing what Castiel can take. "You take me so well, though, Cas. Know just the way to make things easier for us both."