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fromfryingpantofire) wrote2013-12-16 03:42 pm
fromfryingpantofire) wrote2013-12-16 03:42 pm
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?"
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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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.
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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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Castiel doesn't speak, but the moment he slips the red ball between his lips he moans in pleasure, drags his tongue along the material. The moan ends in a blissful sigh - oh yes, Castiel delights in this as much as Sam does.
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"If you need to stop, Cas, hit the buttons on the phone." Chances of having to were pretty small, really, but there was a possibility. "For now, if you're okay, I want you to grab the lube and coat your fingers. You're going to open yourself up for me."
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In the silence, the sound of the lube being opened and squeezed travels through the line well, and after another moment of silence, so does the hitch in Castiel's breath that even after all this time, the first breach never fails to draw forth.
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