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]

Sam looks up from where he's kneeling, finishing the cleaning and rinsing away the last of the soap on Castiel's legs. It's sort of a strange position to be in, but one that he doesn't mind in the least. After all, part of the implied contract between them is allowing Sam to care for Castiel when things go wrong, whether in scene or in life. The same as Castiel does for him.

"Of course. You can ask me for anything, Cas. I may not always be able to give it right away, but you can always ask."

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Castiel's lips curve into a soft smile at this, the small tender one reserved for Dean and Sam alone, because it tends to only come out in those rare moments of pure happiness. Castiel doesn't beam with his face, but with his eyes, underlined by the softening of his features.

"If you'll allow it, I'd have your taste on my tongue for the night. Before or during, preferably, or after if you deem that more appropriate."

Sam makes the call. He knows what Castiel wishes to be granted, but Sam trusts him to make the right decision for them both in this. He's shaken and looking for any security he can get.

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And Sam does so love to see that smile, because it's so rare to see. But no less beautiful for that rarity.

He leans in, kissing Castiel's hip before nodding. "I think that's something that can easily be granted. I think, perhaps, when we get to the bedroom, after I've removed the device and taken your hands from you." After all, he's going to want time to get hard again. The massage and the belting should take care of that, but a little extra time won't hurt at all. "You know how much I enjoy your mouth."

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"And you know how much I enjoy when you use it."

The smile deepens a little, crinkling Castiel's eyes. Their best nights see Sam make use of Castiel's mouth and ass, thoroughly wrecking the former angel until he knows nothing but his subspace and Sam's warmth everywhere around and inside of him. The fact that they've gotten here sometimes still astonishes him. It seems so strange that this sort of happiness was granted to them, bumps and failures like tonight not withstanding.

When Sam gets to his feet again, Castiel moves into his arms, kisses him slow and sweet. He rarely says 'I love you', shows it instead.

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He draws Castiel closer, tilting his head into the kiss and holding him close. 'I love you' isn't really a thing that the Winchesters say easily, no matter what. So he's always glad of the little things that Castiel does and allows him to do in return that show rather than just tell.

The kiss goes on for a while before Sam pulls back, smiling down at him. "Come on. Let's get dried off and go to the bedroom. There's still a lot that I want to do to you before we sleep tonight."

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The words send a small thrill of pleasure down Castiel's spine, make him feel one step closer to right again. The night is not over by a long shot, and he has a lot to look forward to now - Sam's hands, Sam's cock, Sam's belt, Sam's care, Sam's ownership.

The fallen angel follows out of the shower stall, lets Sam thoroughly rub him dry with one of those large, ridiculously soft towels - Dean does the laundry, and to all of their surprise they've found him to be ridiculously good at that.

They kiss with affection a few more times before Castiel strokes Sam's cheek, bringing their softly spoken words back to the upcoming scene. "Do you want me to talk or remain silent?"

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He leans in, rubbing his nose against Castiel's for a moment before smiling. "I'd like you to talk," he agrees. "Say whatever you like, be as loud as you like. It's still only us here, I'm pretty sure."

When Dean and Kevin are home, they have to be a little quieter. After all, the rooms aren't entirely soundproof even if the bunker is well built. But Sam had relocated his bedroom as far away from Dean and Kevin as he could when he and Castiel started their relationship.

Sam steps away to gather up their laundry, taking an extra moment to pull his belt from his jeans and lay it on top before he offers his hand to Castiel. "Bedroom?"

[freetobe]

Sliding his hand into Sam's feels natural now. Physical affection has been a bit of a hurdle at first, for the very simple reason that when they started out their relationship, Castiel barely knew how to hug. The intricacies of affectionate gestures like this were lost on him. But he feels like he's learned a lot. It comes automatically with Sam.

Castiel hums in agreement to the suggestion, eyes drawn to the belt on top of the laundry pile. His body is tingling with anticipation, a calm sort of arousal slowly but surely replacement the night's previous terrors. How does he deserve someone like Sam?

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The ease of the gesture makes Sam smile, obviously remembering the trouble they'd had at the start. He tugs Castiel a little closer before making their way down the hallway toward their bedroom.

Once there, he shuts the door behind them, locking it so that Dean wouldn't accidentally walk in on them in the morning. He brings Castiel to an open spot toward one end of the room, squeezing his hand a moment before letting go. "Stay here," he tells Castiel, punctuating with a quick kiss before he starts putting their clothes in the hamper, setting his belt aside for use later. He also pulled the key to the chastity device from his jeans pocket, dropping it around his neck for another few minutes.

Once he has that set, he heads over to the closet, opening it up so that he could get the belt he normally wore with a good suit. It's stiffer, since it doesn't get as much use, but would work better to bind Castiel's hands for it.

Once he has that, he walks back to Castiel, reaching up to brush his fingers across the former angel's cheek. "Hold your hands out for me, angel," he says, watching the other man's eyes.

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The world starts sliding into place the way it's supposed to a little more, and Castiel sighs a little in bliss as he tilts his head into the carress, holding out his hands. The belt is just another layer of ownership and security, love and care. He doesn't break eye contact with Sam as his hands are being bound, freedom of movement limited severely. But it doesn't feel like restriction to Castiel. It feels like security, care, love. Being tied up places him in the care of Sam, and Sam alone. It relieves him of the burden of choice, responsibility. All he has to do is follow Sam's directions, allow himself to be handled by that voice, and submit his free will by choice instead of design.

Already, he feels another layer of calm spreading over his frayed nerves.

"A little tighter, please," he murmurs, voice already going soft in ways it only does when he's at his most vulnerable with Sam. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners. "Human."

It's a callback to their private joke. Sam had taken to calling him angel very quickly. At first, this had slightly perturbed Castiel - first of all, he was no longer an angel, and second of all he didn't understand why Sam would use his species as a pet name. He'd referred to Sam as human, then, and taken some delight in the heartfelt laughter it had provoked. To this day, he had no pet name for Sam, the weight of his name holding enough affection and desire to be recognized. But occasionally, he prodded at Sam gently with this.

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And it still provokes the same response now, full laughter that Sam doesn't give into nearly often enough. He grins at Castiel, though he does make the belt tighter, setting the tail of it between Castiel's hands to give him something to hold onto. "Let me know if that loosens up and I'll tighten it again," he says, leaning in to kiss Castiel before he moves down to his knees.

He's had plenty of experience with the chastity device by now. After all, it does need to be washed from time to time so Castiel doesn't wear it all of the time, but mostly and especially when they go out to scene. Still, he's very used to the different parts and how to take it apart, unlocking it easily and then pulling each piece away from the others. It'll be washed before they use it again, but Sam is still careful with the pieces, keeping them together and gathering them up to place on the top of the dresser before turning back around to look at Castiel entirely exposed to him.

The growing stiffness in his own cock shows just how much he's enjoying the view.

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Castiel holds perfectly still as Sam takes off the chastity device. It feels almost strange to be without it. It's the only nakedness Castiel knows, and that's saying something considering that even lacking clothes, he never truly feels exposed, lacking humanity's sense of shame. But the chastity device is an odd addition to himself. Something he rejected at first, something he didn't like one bit, and now it's almost part of him. It only ever comes off when Sam decides it should come off, and without it, Castiel feels well and truly naked.

The sigh rising from his lips is a little shaky, but he shamelessy widens his stance anyway, opens himself op to Sam's eyes a little more. Sam's hands will be on him before long, and the though makes Castiel's own cock start to swell with an interest that usually is stifled.

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Sam drinks it in visually for a few more moments before he straightens and walks over, reaching out for Castiel's hip as he steps around behind him. "I forget, sometimes, how good you look like this," he says, leaning over Castiel's shoulder to press a kiss to his ear. The hand at his hip moves forward, sliding down to cup Castiel's balls. "I forget how much I like having you hard and ready for me, though I love knowing that only I get to see you this way. Only I get to touch you this way."

His fingers gently massage Castiel's balls, his own dick pressing up between their bodies. "As much as I love the device, I like you like this, too. All hard and ready for me."

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For him, and only for him. This is one of the upsides that Castiel learned to appreciate about the chastity device - There is no other way for him to get hard than for Sam. Never at the club with open doors, never accidentally while stumbling upon interesting if confusing sites on the computer, whenever he's allowed to use it. His erection is for Sam, for Sam alone. For them.

Castiel moans softly as Sam fondles him, hips rolling with the motions of Sam's hand, pressing against the harsh flesh he can feel behind him. "Only for you," he murmurs, and it is oh so very true. His cock hangs heavy between his legs at this point, eagerly filling up and hardening, for Sam's words maybe even more than for his touch. After getting so used to the chastity device it's almost overwhelming, and Castiel makes a soft noise in warning, to let Sam know his knees are rapidly growing weak here. He's panting already - the first orgasm of the night, if this continues, will not be far along.

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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."

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Castiel looks down, looks at Sam's large hand wrapped so firmly around his own cock, and has to screw his eyes shut to avoid a sensory overload. To feel it, to hear the slide of skin and his human's voice in his ear, is already almost overwhelming. If he were to keep watching... Castiel isn't sure he could handle it.

Even with his eyes closed, the sensations are almost too much. Castiel leans back, knowing that Sam can and will help him carry his weight, and when the coil in his guts is painfully tight, he tips his head back onto Sam's shoulder, cries out as his balls tighten and his cock twitches with each spurt of orgasm. His knees nearly give out as he's swept away on this current, unable to stop making small, needy sounds, because it's too much and not enough all at once, a current to sweet him away and a solid body to anchor him.

"Sam," he gasps. "Sam..." Because Sam is the only thing in the world that matters to him right now.

[fromfryingpantofire]

It's a beautiful thing to watch, Castiel letting go like this. Sam slides his other arm around Castiel's waist, pulling him back against his chest. He turns his head, murmuring to Castiel how good he is, how good for Sam he is. Gentle praise as he works him through his orgasm.

When he finishes, Sam gives another couple of strokes before letting Castiel's cock go. He brings his hand up, tasting the come on his fingers before smiling. "Maybe, in the morning, I'll suck you off before replacing the chastity device, hmm?" His fingers stroke gently over Castiel's stomach. "You gonna be okay on your knees, Cas?"

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Castiel can only groan softly at the suggestion. Sam's hands are are a kindness on his body. The mouth? The mouth would make him forget the reason for this kindness to begin with. Castiel finds himself wanting, nuzzling against Sam's face with a needy little sound because he can already feel his body trying to divert blood south again, his sensitive and for now spent cock interested in quick recovery.

The sight of Sam licking Castiel's pleasure off his fingers might only fuel that.

"Hmmmmy knees...?" he murmurs, distracted by the sight before his brain catches up on its higher functions and realizing what Sam will do. And Castiel feels undeserving, because he will have it all tonight, have every part of his body reclaimed by Sam thoroughly, and it's more than he could have ever asked for. "Yes, Sam. With pleasure."

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More than he asked for, but never more than Castiel deserves.

Sam smiles, turning his head to catch Castiel's mouth in a kiss, letting him taste just a bit of himself on Sam's lips. Only then does he shift, moving to help Castiel down to his knees.

He's already so damned hard and seeing Castiel on his knees only makes him harder.

He slides his clean hand into Castiel's hair, a gentle pet as he moves around in front of Castiel, allows him to see Sam's cock, hot and heavy before him. "See what you do to me, Cas?" he asks, stepping forward, though keeping his cock just out of reach. "Such a good sub for me, make me so hard and now you get to take care of it."

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It's a familiar position, and a comfortable one. Kneeling on the floor and looking up at Sam, being on one level with his cock, allowed to start, and eventually to touch, kiss, lick, suck, swallow. To stretch his mouth over the length and girth of Sam's cock, feel the weight of it on his tongue and bring him warm, wet pleasure until he lets Castiel drink of him, long before he sheathes himself properly inside Castiel's body.

If the fallen angel hadn't just been stroked to orgasm himself, he's certain his own cock would harden just from the sight of Sam so close in front of him. His dom, taking care of him, yet so flushed and needy fo Castiel, too.

He feels dizzy with want and need.

"Please let me have it, Sam," he asks, begs almost, mouth watering. "Please let me take care of your cock. I want to be good for you."

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"You already are good for me," Sam reminds him, taking another step closer and wrapping his other hand around his cock, giving himself a stroke. Just enough so that a bead of pre-come comes out, just on the head. "Open your mouth, Cas. You're gonna take me all the way down before I come for you."

It gave Castiel something to work toward, something that Sam coming would be reward for. Not that Sam would deny him his orgasm if he didn't manage, but he knew Castiel could do it.

He takes the last step forward, the head of his cock brushing against Castiel's lips.

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Castiel is glad for the order, the goal he can work towards. Swallowing Sam all the way is something he definitely can do, and is determined to do for him dom this time around. He knows Sam loves his mouth either way, but the utmost pleasure is to be had when he can push all the way in, right down Castiel's throat so he can feel every swallow around the head of his cock.

His eyelids flutter as Castiel briefly curls his tongue out, to trace Sam's cock, presses his lips against the wet tip and then opens up with a greedy moan. It's slow at first, the way he sucks on the tip and then bobs his head, sucking the hard flesh into his mouth a bit further every time. Castiel looks up then, from underneath dark eyelashes while his hands come to rest on Sam's hip for some leverage. He knows Sam likes seeing him like this, blue eyes wide and filled with arousal as his lips stretch wide around him, and Sam's cock disappears into Castiel's mouth a little further with every bob of his head, every sweep of his tongue, every hollowing of his cheeks.

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It's one of the few things that Sam knows won't set off Castiel's aversion to being unable to breathe. It's not something that Sam takes advantage of, always careful to only stay buried deep for a few moments before pulling back, letting Castiel breathe before pushing back in again. By now, it's something they both have experience with.

For the moment, though, Sam is content to stay still, head down to watch Castiel's face, see his eyes look up at him and his mouth stretched around Sam's cock. His hips move only slightly, not fucking Castiel's mouth but definitely moving to meet him. Though Sam absolutely will fuck his mouth later, once they're both ready. For now? It's that look and the concentration as Castiel does his best to take as much of Sam as he can.

[freetobe]

It's comfortable. Strangely so, considering Castiel's usual aversion to anything that limits or threatens his ability to breathe now that he needs in, after choking on souls and water and darkness. But this is safety, this helps Castiel calm down, because it's just another way for Sam to fill him, to claim parts of Castiel's body for himself, and take care of what's his thoroughly.

The slow pace allows Castiel to lose himself in the act, keep his throat relaxed for Sam to push into. After a while his muscles relax further. He repositions himself, subtly changing the angle, and looks up at Sam. Blinks slowly, given that he can't nod right now. Gives his go-ahead.

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Waiting for that go ahead is more difficult than Sam would ever admit to. He absolutely won't push forward until Castiel is ready for him, but it can be difficult when Castiel's mouth is so warm and wet around him.

Still, he waits and is rewarded with that adjustment and slow blink. Sam shifts his hand in Castiel's hair, moving it to the back of his head to give him more support as he keeps his eyes locked on the other man's as he pushes forward. He pauses at the back of Castiel's mouth, waits for him to draw a full breath before pushing forward, letting his cock fill Castiel's throat as well.