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]

"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.