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 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?"

[freetobe]

Castiel makes greedy little sounds as Sam pushes the plug into him, utterly lost to the sensation of being filled. It's unique, and it's good, a physical union that expresses what they feel for one another. Castiel wants it all.

"Yes, but... I want more, Sam. I want to feel you."

He begs, but he knows Sam will deny him for now. Maybe he just needs the verbal reassurance. He's relaxed though, not upset. Just longing for his lover.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam laughs softly, amused as he pushes the plug in properly and slides his hand over Castiel's ass. "I know you do, Cas. And you'll feel me soon. But I wanted to give you a proper flogging first. Not like what you had earlier. I want only my stripes on your skin. And I want to feel your skin hot and red against me when I fuck you."

It wasn't much of a flogging earlier in the night, anyway. Nothing like what Castiel could take or what he liked to take.

[freetobe]

It was a disgrace to the practice, that's what it was. Castiel thinks even without the chastity device, he might have flagged pitifully at all of that.

Sam knows how to handle him, knows how to give him the right balance of pleasure and pain, how to push him until the world clicks into place in ways it's never done before Castiel became subservient to Sam.

He shivers. "Make it last, then?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

"This and the rest of the night," Sam promises, leaning down to press a kiss against Castiel's hip. Then he moves back so that he can slip off the bed. He's hard again, cock out before him as he reaches for the flogger. "Up on your elbows at least, Cas. And head down. I don't want to catch your neck by accident when I go for your shoulders."

It's only a medium flogger that he's chosen, enough weight to it to leave good stripes. Sam checks the flails, makes certain there's nothing stuck in them and that the leather is good and supple while he waits on Castiel to assume the proper position. Once he's done that, Sam reaches out and strokes his hand over Castiel's ass. "Twenty strokes," he says. "Then I'll fuck you."

[freetobe]

Castiel believes the promise, no questions asked. When Sam says he will make the night last, he believes him, and he feels safe in this knowledge, calm and loved.

Twenty. He tingles with anticipation, with desire and affection as he rises on his elbows and lowers his head, relaxed, calm.

"Make me feel you," he whispers.

[fromfryingpantofire]

He laughs, reaching out to smack Castiel's ass with his hand. Right where it would jostle the plug. "You're going to feel me for days," he promises, stepping back far enough to be able to swing the flogger. The first stroke is light, a warning and getting a feel for the weight and the distance. Then he laid into Castiel properly, spreading the strokes out a bit so that some of them hit his shoulders and across his thighs, but most of them went across his ass.

When Sam got to twenty, he stopped with one last stroke across Castiel's ass before he moved forward, laying a hand over the reddened skin to feel the heat. And also to make certain there wasn't any bleeding. "What color, Cas?"

[freetobe]

Castiel yelps, in surprise and delight, when Sam smacks his ass, jostles the plug, and only widens his legs so he can show his enthusiasm. This is just what he wants, just what he needs. Sam, all over him, so that Castiel can feel nothing else on his skin.

He breathes through the strokes, moans and grunts occasionally, but never just in pain. By the time they've managed 20, Castiel is panting heavily, catching his breath and listening into himself.

"Green," he finally decides. This is nothing but good. It's not yet enough, though - and he knows more awaits him.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Good. You're doing so well or me, Cas." He rubs his hand over Castiel's ass, both sides and down along his thighs. It will hurt worse for the moment, but it will get the blood moving more and help with healing.

Once he's done that, he puts the flogger aside and bends to kiss Castiel's shoulder. "I'm just going to move you a little bit here. Got a little surprise for you."

He'd been waiting to bring it out until their next proper scene in the bunker, but tonight it seemed more important. So when Sam helps Castiel to move so he's laying across the bed, he's also checking their positioning. Once he's happy, he smiles and rubs Castiel's lower back. "Look up, Cas."

On the other side of the room was a freestanding full length mirror. And at the moment, it was showing Castiel on the bed on his knees and elbows, ass in the air with Sam standing behind him. "Do you like it, Cas?"

[freetobe]

It's easy to just be lax for a moment, let Sam maneuver him as he awaits his surprise, feeling undeserving, and yet happy about the care his dom bestows upon him.

His body tingles, caught somewhere between numb and sensitive, and Castiel feels his cock throb with it, its weight not letting him float away the way he does when caged, but welcome tonight anyway.

And then he looks up, eyes widening with what he sees.

"Sam..."

That's all he can say for a moment, just observing the picture they make. Castiel can see where his tanned skin is deliciously, perfectly red, can observe not only the feeling but the look of Sam's large hand on the skin that belongs to the human. And Castiel just spreads his legs further.

"I love it, Sam."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"I know how much you like to be able to see me sometimes." Whenever they fucked on the road, it was often in roadside bathrooms with locking doors and over the sink so that Castiel could see his face over his shoulder. This mirror is further away, letting Castiel see more.

Sam bends down, pressing small kisses along the center of Castiel's back, crawling onto the bed until he's pressed solidly against the former angel's back and ass, the last kisses over the tattoo between Castiel's shoulder blades. "Gotta admit, I love being able to see your face, too," he murmurs, cock sliding between Castiel's cheeks to nudge the end of the plug. "The way you look when I first push my cock into you, like it's the only thing you've been wanting for hours, maybe even days."

[freetobe]

"You know I always want it."

During their time together, Castiel's bedroom talk has... improved, to say the least. He knows what Sam likes to hear, knows what will affect Sam best. He shivers in anticipation as Sam nudges his cock against the plug, and grunts and pushes back against him, desperately wishing the plug would go deeper or Sam would just pull it out and mount him properly.

He needs Sam to replace the phantom sensation of someone else inside of him.

Castiel has to close his eyes just then, his headspace threatening to tilt the other way again, and he goes still beneath Sam with need for his dom to take charge again.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam knows Castiel well enough to know the change in mental space. He reaches down, slapping his hand across Castiel's hip, just where the redness from earlier fades to untouched skin. "Focus, Cas. I need you here and now."

He rolls his hips again, shifting the plug. "This is all the stretching you get tonight," he murmurs, pushing himself up and pulling back so he can take hold of the end of the plug. "You're going to feel me for days, Cas. Only me."

[freetobe]

Castiel yelps softly at the slap, but it has the desired effect. Of course it does. "I'm here," he breathes, though whether it's confirmation for Sam or for himself is anyone's guess.

When Sam shifts the plug and explains his intentions, Castiel shivers. So close to getting what he wants, what he needs, he feels over-sensitive already, nerve endings on fire, just waiting for Sam.

"Yes, please... I want to feel you..."

[fromfryingpantofire]

He takes hold of the plug, twisting it slightly to make certain it can move freely. Even though it hasn't been in Castiel very long, it's always a good idea to double check. Then he pulls it, keeping the pull smooth and steady before setting it aside on the towel he'd used earlier for the massage oil.

With that, he grabs the lube again, taking a quick swipe over his dick before he places it against Castiel's entrance and pushes forward.

[freetobe]

There's no resistance as Sam pushes into him, and the only tension if of the good kind, the kind Sam no doubt desires to see in Castiel, the tension of him fighting to hold still for Sam instead of getting impatient. Sam sinks into him with ease, fills him, floods him with sensation and the very mild and very welcome burn of the initial stretch, that makes Castiel's head spin. He relaxes once Sam is fully nestles inside of him, as deep as he can possibly slide into Cas, and the fallen angel just breathes out, sighs in bliss and forgets about the rest of the world for here, for now.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"That's it, Cas," Sam murmurs, rocking his hips against Castiel and settles his hands over his lover's hips. "Don't forget to look up. Wanna see you watching me in that mirror." Wanted to see the way that Castiel's eyes got so wide when he felt Sam inside him, when he got close.