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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[freetobe]

He opens his mouth to say more, but nothing more comes up. Instead, he shudders beneath Sam, body going taut with the intense spark of pleasure as Sam curls his finger and hits the spot.

Castiel whimpers, closes his eyes for a moment and remembers the times when he was so sensitive he could just instantly come from this.

"Please," he whimpers as his eyes open, lidded, pupils almost overtaking bright blue. "Please fuck me, Sam, please own me..."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Not fucking you today," Sam replies, even as he pulls his fingers back and moves to settle between Castiel's legs. He reaches down, smearing the last of the lube along his own dick. "I mean, we're going to have sex, but it's about more than just fucking."

[freetobe]

He understands, and Castiel feels like he can barely take the mere thought of it, too intense, too intimate, too good for him right now. He wants it, craves it desperately, and his heart swells close to bursting.

"Sam..."

They're going to make love to one another. And Castiel slides into position easily enough, then. Spreads his legs farther, cups the back of Sam's head with one hand, fingers tangling in his hair, while the other hand rests on the pillow next to his head, for Sam to take.

Just like that very first time between the two of them.

"Please..."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam bends, pressing his lips lightly to Castiel's before he shifts back enough to get himself into the right position. He reaches up, threading his fingers with Castiel's free hand before he begins to push forward, holding his breath until he breaches the ring and can breathe out a sigh of relief.

[freetobe]

And just like that first time, so long ago and yet so very fresh in the mind of someone as old as Castiel, the fallen angel's breath catches as Sam pushes in. Just like during that first time, he almost feels too full, as if there's no way Sam will ever fit into him, as if the vessel of something formerly larger than life couldn't possibly have his room for this one mortal man.

But unlike that first time, Castiel already knows he can take Sam, and more than that, craves all of Sam's length and girth, feels empty with anything less. His lips part in a moan, fingers pulling on Sam's hair just a little as his hips lift a little more, easing the angle for Sam.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam's tongue takes advantage of the moan, dipping into Castiel's mouth to take a quick taste of him. "Still so tight," he murmurs, rocking forward slowly. He hasn't been very thorough with the prep, knowing what Castiel can take. "You take me so well, though, Cas. Know just the way to make things easier for us both."

[freetobe]

He'd had enough practice beneath Sam, quite frankly. Very enjoyable practice, too. They've been so intimate so often that he doesn't even have to think about how to move and what to do. His body just quite naturally slides into sync with Sam's.

"You're so big", he groans softly, though it's obviously not a complaint. "So full... Sam..."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Mmm, that's it, Cas. So good for me," Sam murmurs, tightening his hand on Castiel's as he pulls back and pushes forward harder. "Love the way you feel around me, Cas."

[freetobe]

He bucks and gasp as Sam pushes into him harder, a soft whimper falling from his lips when the taller man pulls back again, leaving him empty if only for a moment.

"Need to feel you so bad, Sam... You feel amazing in me."

Sam completes him, in every way imaginable. Castiel never understood humanity's fascination with sex - until he realized how good it was with Sam.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam reaches up with his free hand, sliding his fingers into Castiel's hair and pulling his head back slightly so that he can look into Castiel's eyes as he pushes into him again. "You are amazing," he replies, pressing tight against Castiel's body. "You are everything to me, Cas. I love you so damned much."

[freetobe]

Castiel's lips fall open, but there's no sound, the noise getting stuck somewhere between chest and throat as his toes curl in ecstasy. It's a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he doesn't want to close them, doesn't want to shut out the image of Sam above him, those eyes that show even more warmth than the praise falling from Sam's lips.

And the fallen angel isn't ashamed to admit that a tear spills from the corner of his eye, a mixture of relief at hearing those words, and feeling so utterly raw inside out from the way Sam is making love to him. So instead he squeezes that hand tight, turns his head a little to nuzzle into Sam's palm, though he doesn't tear his eyes away from Sam's.

[fromfryingpantofire]

He doesn't expect Castiel to be able to respond. After all, they've had sex enough for Sam to know that, when it's really good and when things are just right, it's almost impossible for Castiel to speak.

Which, honestly, is one hell of a compliment for Sam.

He pulls back, pushing in again slowly, movements steady though it takes so much for him to keep it that way. "You are mine, Cas. And I'm yours. Nothing you say or do could make me push you away. Because nothing can make me stop loving you."

[freetobe]

Castiel's trembling lips open and close in what can only be interpreted as a plea, voicelessly begging for release, his own and Sam's, because he's on the verge of breaking on that peak, needs to feel Sam come warm and hot and deep inside of him, to seep deep into Castiel's core and stay there as part of him, in more ways than one. And the only word he can manage, voice wreck and almost faint, eyes feverish with love and adoration... is "Sam."

[fromfryingpantofire]

The chastity device rubs against Sam's stomach as his thrusts pick up speed and strength, body shifting slightly to press Castiel's legs wider apart to allow Sam as deep as he can get. "Fuck, yeah, you feel so damned good," he murmurs, his own voice just as hoarse now as he fucks Castiel as hard as he can. "Not sure I can hold back much longer."