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]

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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

[freetobe]

Castiel keeps his eyes locked onto Sam's as the man's cock pushes all the way in, down his throat, and even as tears prick his eyes from taking him so deep, he makes a content, happy sound. This is where Sam belongs, and Castiel is grateful to receive him like this, the heavy weight of him inside his mouth, taking pleasure inside of Castiel. And he's glad to provide it.

Sam belongs inside of Castiel, claiming every part of him, filling him up and leaving his mark everywhere he can. So Castiel makes soft sounds. Moans and sighs so show his appreciation, to show how eager he is for more, for everything.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam's free hand comes up, brushing against Castiel's cheek, thumb just glancing over the corner of Castiel's mouth. His other hand tightens at the back of his lover's head, holding Castiel still as his hips begin to move. Slow, short thrusts that keep Sam buried in Castiel's throat for a few moments before he pulls back, allowing Castiel to breathe before repeating it.

"So good for me, Cas," he murmurs, still watching the other man's eyes. "Such a perfect mouth. Love seeing your lips stretched around me, hear how much you want it." His thumb presses just lightly at the corner of Castiel's mouth, not trying to push in but letting Castiel feel that stretch, too. "Gonna fill you up tonight, angel. Remind your body who you belong to."

[freetobe]

The praise goes straight to Castiel's head, his heart, his cock, makes him feel dizzy and warm. He has a thing for that, and suspects Sam is well aware even if Cas has never specifically called attention to it. His whole existence was based on obeying, following, being good and falling in line, he's hard-wired to accept that as the only way he can earn love. And Sam doesn't just give his love unconditinally, no, he praises Castiel, shares his satisfaction and making Castiel feel blessed, worthy, loved.

The fallen angel needs that praise, tonight maybe more so than ever before.

The stretch of his mouth around Sam's cock is amazing, and he can hardly believe he's good enough to deserve it when all that's required of him is holding still and letting Sam fuck his mouth in slow, lazy, shallow thrusts. So Castiel moans, lets his throat vibrate ever so slightly around the leaking shaft, encouraging Sam to push in, let Castiel swallow all of him and suck on him. Every push coaxes those needy, lust-filled noises from the former angel, as if Sam fucking his mouth gives him the greatest pleasure, as if his body is receiving this blessing for the first time all over again.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Oh, Sam knows. When he sorted it out, even he's not entirely certain, but he did and it's something he loves to do for Castiel, too. To let him know that he's good, that he is worthy and loved.

Those noises and vibration, though, go straight through Sam. He keeps his strokes steady, but it isn't long before his fingers are curling in Castiel's hair and pushing deeper into his mouth before he groans, pulling back as he comes so that Castiel gets the taste of him in his mouth, just as he'd said he wanted.

[freetobe]

Yes.

He can never thank Sam enough for any of it, for providing for Castiel and taking care of him. This included. Castiel keeps sucking on Sam even as he comes, coaxing everything out of him and swallowing it down, adam's apple bobbing with each spurt. It's only the beginning, but it's a good one, being filled with Sam's taste, a mark of ownership. This mouth will taste no other, and soon the rest of Castiel's body will forget any touch someone else provided, too.

A few droplets spill down his chin, but Castiel doesn't mind. He just keeps lazily sucking and licking Sam until he goes soft, and when he slips out, Castiel's lips curl into an easy smile.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Slowly, Sam's hand loosens from Castiel's hair and he strokes it, smiling down at Castiel. "Very good," he murmurs. "So very good for me, Cas."

He keeps standing there for a few moments, getting his breath and balance back. Once he's certain of his footing, he lets his hand fall from Castiel's hair. "Come on. Onto the bed now. I still owe you a massage first."

[freetobe]

The praise makes Castiel tremble, makes his eyes so very wide and soulful, because it just goes straight to his core, makes him feel warm and safe. As long as he can be good for Sam, everything will be good.

So Castiel gets up and licks his lips, lets Sam see him catch some of what was spilled. "Thank you, Sam," Castiel says, making sure Sam understands the double meaning - thank you for using my mouth, thank you for all of this, for taking care of me.

Then he stretches out on the bed with a sigh, comfortable and more at ease with every passing moment.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam makes absolutely no secret of the way he watches Castiel as he moves, stretching out on the bed. Walking over to the bedside table, he opens it to pull out a little jar of massage oil. Then he climbs onto the bed, straddling Castiel's hips and careful not to put too much weight onto him.

He pours a bit of oil into his palm, placing the jar aside as he rubs it between his hands. Leaning forward, he places his hands at Castiel's shoulders, stroking lightly to get him used to his touch.

[freetobe]

Being bracketed by Sam's legs like this is oddly comforting. It shouldn't be, possibly, considering that this entire situation arose from someone overpowering him, holding him down and pressing the breath out of him. But there's safety in Sam's weight. It grounds him. He can feel Sam's softened cock against his own naked skin, and it makes him smile a little. Because... this is nice. Domestic, comfortable, both of them laid bare to each other one way or another. Castiel sighs in pleasure at Sam's hand making contact.

"You can put your weight on me, if you wish. Feeling you is pleasant to me..."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to Castiel's spine, right between his shoulder blades. The place where the anti-possession tattoo lays, along with the Enochian lettering spelling out Sam's name around it. As far as anybody at the club was concerned, it was just a tattoo that Sam had gotten during his college days and Castiel's matched because of their relationship. Nobody needs to know the truth behind it, after all.

"I will," he murmurs after a moment, though he doesn't yet. Instead, he slowly works his hands down Castiel's arms, leaning forward to be certain of his grip and the way his hands drag over Castiel's skin. "Soon, I promise."

[freetobe]

"You're so good to me, Sam..."

It's almost embarassing and humbling to admit just how big the man's effect on him is. But where once Castiel serves out of duty, he now serves Sam, and every small gesture of affection, every word of praise, makes Castiel feel every bit the mighty, magnificent being he once was.

And yet he's so undeserving.

For now, he slowly but surely melts under Sam's skillful hands.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Nothing less than you deserve."

Sam slowly works his way over Castiel's shoulders and back, eventually putting greater weight onto him as he works out knots and stiff muscles. It's not erotic, doesn't make him hard, but it's certainly something that he enjoys as he keeps going down Castiel's body, finally taking a few moments to work over each of Castiel's feet in turn.

He settles back, looking up over Castiel's body before smiling and patting the other man's calf. "I'll be right back. Just thought of something I want for the moment."

[freetobe]

Cas' toes curl in sheer delight when Sam is done with him. Feet aren't of any concern to the fallen angel, but having Sam touch them in a massage can be incredibly nice. Then again, anything Sam does can be incredibly nice.

"As you wish, Sam," Castiel mumbles, drowsy from the massage, but in a good way. His body tingles, and his mind feels lighter, unburdened compared to before. Sam is lifting him up step by step, and he knows that Sam leaving his side will just bring more of the everything good.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam chuckles, leaning down to kiss Castiel's back before he scoots back off the bed. He reaches for a towel that he keeps nearby to wipe his hands off as he makes his way to the dresser that holds their toys.

It's only a minute or two before he's back, moving back between Castiel's legs and setting a few things to the side. Then he leans forward, laying his hands on Castiel's ass and massaging slightly before pulling his ass cheeks apart. "You've been so good, Cas," Sam murmurs, leaning down to kiss his tailbone again. Then he pulls back, letting the tip of his tongue trail down and across the tight muscle of Castiel's entrance.

[freetobe]

Sam knows very well how much Castiel enjoys this, and true to form the fallen angel shudders in anticipation and arousal as he feels Sam's breath ghost over his crack, followed by that wicked tongue, wet and warm. He hides his face in his arms for a moment, cheeks burning not with shame but with delight and need, and then shifts a little, puts a bit more weight on his front and raises his ass up a little, to give Sam easier access.

"Thank you, Sam," he whispers, because he's grateful, humbled by the reward, the care that Sam is bestowing upon him. When the tongue swipes over his entrance again, it clenches, always greedy for more.

[fromfryingpantofire]

It's not often that Sam does this without something between his tongue and Castiel's ass. But he likely won't be kissing Castiel for a while and he knows that the other man is fairly well clean. So, tonight, he doesn't bother.

Instead, he keeps up the short laps, the tip of his tongue pressing in and testing the muscle there before he slips away, getting the entire area wet. Once he's done that, he pulls back, blowing lightly over Castiel.

[freetobe]

Castiel yelps softly, tension bleeding through his entire body as he shudders for Sam. This is the good kind of tension though, nothing to worry over. He just wants, and needs, and everything Sam does is stoking that comfortable flame inside of him.

The teasing is something they can't always do, and Castiel appreciates whenever they have the time and patience of it. And all he can do is subtly roll his hips, seeking friction while his fingers dig into his bonds, and Sam's name leaves his lips in a delighted groan.

[fromfryingpantofire]

They'll pay for it in the morning, honestly. When they're both exhausted and want nothing more than a little more sleep. But there isn't a hunt coming their way and even if there was, Sam wouldn't be the one behind the wheel immediately.

He keeps his tongue moving, pushing in slightly and pulling away, opening Castiel up little by little. One hand slips down, stroking Castiel's balls lightly but never all the way down to his shaft. But enough to keep his hand down there, to keep Castiel from pushing down against the covers.

Eventually, he pulls away, holding Castiel's ass open so that the air can waft over his hole. Then he moves away, picking something up and letting Castiel hear the sound of lube being opened so that Sam can slick his fingers. "Don't want to undo all my good work," he says, a smile obvious in his voice as he reaches down and slides two fingers straight into Castiel, the rimming having relaxed him more than enough for that.

[freetobe]

Castiel's back arches even more. He bends, lifting his ass towards those fingers, welcoming the way he's being breached. It's familiar and comfortable. Soothing. Safe. Sam.

"No... You wouldn't want that..." he pants into the pillow, trying not to make pathetic little noises that show how much he craves it.

He can admit that for Sam, he can be a slut. Even now, even after tonight, his body just welcomes Sam with ease, desire sparking along his nerve endings more than touching his balls or erection ever could just because Sam is finger him. And a moment after the intrusion, Castiel relaxes down again with a deep, satisfied smile. He wants more, but this is nice, relaxing, wonderful.

"I love you..."

[fromfryingpantofire]

It's not something that Sam would ever call Castiel. It's not a word that he generally thinks of Castiel in terms of. While Castiel gives himself easily over to Sam, it's a sign of trust.

Though Sam will never, ever get used to the fact of how much Castiel actually wants him.

Or words like that, though he's heard them often enough not to stop when Castiel says it. "I love you, too, angel," he murmurs, twisting his hand slightly so that his fingers glance over Castiel's prostate.

[freetobe]

Not a word Castiel applies to himself generally either. But there are moments when he craves Sam's cock, and in those moments he knows what society would call his behavior. He'd never condone anyone saying it out loud, of course, and doesn't think it bad. No, it just means he thoroughly enjoys and wants Sam.

"N-not... an angel anymore..." he gasps, toes curling and headboard rattling as he pulls on it, white hot pleasure shooting up his spine and making his voice break.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam looked up, checking that Castiel was okay, that the belt wasn't biting into his wrists and that he could let go of the headboard if he needed to, then turns back to stroke across Castiel's prostate again before pulling back.

"You always will be, Cas," Sam replies, reaching for the lube again. This time, he doesn't spread it on his fingers. It only takes a moment to find the plug he'd brought with him earlier, slicking it up and placing it against Castiel's entrance. "Here we go. Something to keep you full a little longer."

The plug itself is one of the thicker ones that they have. Not quite as thick as Sam is himself, but thick enough to fill Castiel pretty well. "That feel okay, Cas?"