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 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?"

[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."