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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For him, and only for him. This is one of the upsides that Castiel learned to appreciate about the chastity device - There is no other way for him to get hard than for Sam. Never at the club with open doors, never accidentally while stumbling upon interesting if confusing sites on the computer, whenever he's allowed to use it. His erection is for Sam, for Sam alone. For them.

Castiel moans softly as Sam fondles him, hips rolling with the motions of Sam's hand, pressing against the harsh flesh he can feel behind him. "Only for you," he murmurs, and it is oh so very true. His cock hangs heavy between his legs at this point, eagerly filling up and hardening, for Sam's words maybe even more than for his touch. After getting so used to the chastity device it's almost overwhelming, and Castiel makes a soft noise in warning, to let Sam know his knees are rapidly growing weak here. He's panting already - the first orgasm of the night, if this continues, will not be far along.

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Sam smiles at that, pressing another kiss to Castiel's ear. "I did tell you to come when you wanted to," Sam murmurs against the shell of Castiel's ear. "I won't even make you clean it up tonight." Which he had at other times. There were wipes in the room so that Sam could handle it himself, it necessary.

He shifted slightly, wrapping his hand around the hard length of Castiel's cock, stroking with practiced ease. "Go ahead, Cas. Wanna feel you come for me."

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Castiel looks down, looks at Sam's large hand wrapped so firmly around his own cock, and has to screw his eyes shut to avoid a sensory overload. To feel it, to hear the slide of skin and his human's voice in his ear, is already almost overwhelming. If he were to keep watching... Castiel isn't sure he could handle it.

Even with his eyes closed, the sensations are almost too much. Castiel leans back, knowing that Sam can and will help him carry his weight, and when the coil in his guts is painfully tight, he tips his head back onto Sam's shoulder, cries out as his balls tighten and his cock twitches with each spurt of orgasm. His knees nearly give out as he's swept away on this current, unable to stop making small, needy sounds, because it's too much and not enough all at once, a current to sweet him away and a solid body to anchor him.

"Sam," he gasps. "Sam..." Because Sam is the only thing in the world that matters to him right now.

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It's a beautiful thing to watch, Castiel letting go like this. Sam slides his other arm around Castiel's waist, pulling him back against his chest. He turns his head, murmuring to Castiel how good he is, how good for Sam he is. Gentle praise as he works him through his orgasm.

When he finishes, Sam gives another couple of strokes before letting Castiel's cock go. He brings his hand up, tasting the come on his fingers before smiling. "Maybe, in the morning, I'll suck you off before replacing the chastity device, hmm?" His fingers stroke gently over Castiel's stomach. "You gonna be okay on your knees, Cas?"

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Castiel can only groan softly at the suggestion. Sam's hands are are a kindness on his body. The mouth? The mouth would make him forget the reason for this kindness to begin with. Castiel finds himself wanting, nuzzling against Sam's face with a needy little sound because he can already feel his body trying to divert blood south again, his sensitive and for now spent cock interested in quick recovery.

The sight of Sam licking Castiel's pleasure off his fingers might only fuel that.

"Hmmmmy knees...?" he murmurs, distracted by the sight before his brain catches up on its higher functions and realizing what Sam will do. And Castiel feels undeserving, because he will have it all tonight, have every part of his body reclaimed by Sam thoroughly, and it's more than he could have ever asked for. "Yes, Sam. With pleasure."

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More than he asked for, but never more than Castiel deserves.

Sam smiles, turning his head to catch Castiel's mouth in a kiss, letting him taste just a bit of himself on Sam's lips. Only then does he shift, moving to help Castiel down to his knees.

He's already so damned hard and seeing Castiel on his knees only makes him harder.

He slides his clean hand into Castiel's hair, a gentle pet as he moves around in front of Castiel, allows him to see Sam's cock, hot and heavy before him. "See what you do to me, Cas?" he asks, stepping forward, though keeping his cock just out of reach. "Such a good sub for me, make me so hard and now you get to take care of it."

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It's a familiar position, and a comfortable one. Kneeling on the floor and looking up at Sam, being on one level with his cock, allowed to start, and eventually to touch, kiss, lick, suck, swallow. To stretch his mouth over the length and girth of Sam's cock, feel the weight of it on his tongue and bring him warm, wet pleasure until he lets Castiel drink of him, long before he sheathes himself properly inside Castiel's body.

If the fallen angel hadn't just been stroked to orgasm himself, he's certain his own cock would harden just from the sight of Sam so close in front of him. His dom, taking care of him, yet so flushed and needy fo Castiel, too.

He feels dizzy with want and need.

"Please let me have it, Sam," he asks, begs almost, mouth watering. "Please let me take care of your cock. I want to be good for you."

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"You already are good for me," Sam reminds him, taking another step closer and wrapping his other hand around his cock, giving himself a stroke. Just enough so that a bead of pre-come comes out, just on the head. "Open your mouth, Cas. You're gonna take me all the way down before I come for you."

It gave Castiel something to work toward, something that Sam coming would be reward for. Not that Sam would deny him his orgasm if he didn't manage, but he knew Castiel could do it.

He takes the last step forward, the head of his cock brushing against Castiel's lips.

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Castiel is glad for the order, the goal he can work towards. Swallowing Sam all the way is something he definitely can do, and is determined to do for him dom this time around. He knows Sam loves his mouth either way, but the utmost pleasure is to be had when he can push all the way in, right down Castiel's throat so he can feel every swallow around the head of his cock.

His eyelids flutter as Castiel briefly curls his tongue out, to trace Sam's cock, presses his lips against the wet tip and then opens up with a greedy moan. It's slow at first, the way he sucks on the tip and then bobs his head, sucking the hard flesh into his mouth a bit further every time. Castiel looks up then, from underneath dark eyelashes while his hands come to rest on Sam's hip for some leverage. He knows Sam likes seeing him like this, blue eyes wide and filled with arousal as his lips stretch wide around him, and Sam's cock disappears into Castiel's mouth a little further with every bob of his head, every sweep of his tongue, every hollowing of his cheeks.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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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."

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"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.

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"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."

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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.