Help A Brother Out

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Jensen, can you blink at least?

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In the name of science: slow-mo edition 12/?

I bet you didn’t know that I was dangerous

Wing kink!

It happens by accident. Really. He doesn’t mean to do it. But Cas had fallen asleep with his wings out. A thing he does now. Sure, it takes up a lot of real estate in Dean’s precious memory foam bed. But hey, he loves the angel. A few sacrifices can be made.

So it really is just an accident. He rolls over and kind of ends up on a wing. Silky, warm feathers all spread out under him. He moves to get up, all intentions of nudging the giant sleeping grumpy angel and getting him to curl up his wings a little more. 

But when he moves… hmm… the silken touch drags against his cock, and ohhh… Ohh, that’s nice. Dean bites his lips, peeks over at Castiel but sees he’s totally out.

Okay, maybe once more.

Dean quietly, holding his breath, rolls his hips down against the tuft of feathers, feeling warmth and a low tingle in his shaft. Mmngh, that’s fucking good. He does it again. And again. And again. Until he gives up all pretense that the next time is the last time.

Throwing caution to the wind, and his attempt at silence, he ruts against the warm feathers, watching them blur from navy to purple to a deep red. Yess, yess, yes… Cas is getting off on it too. Dean doesn’t stop, he groans and pants and lets out every choked whiny grunt into the air and drives his weeping erection into the flare of texture, from soft and silk to the ridges and lines of the bony frame within each beautiful feather.

Panting, he glances over again and sees Cas watching him, a fiery shadow of heat burning in his gaze.

“I-I want to…” he stutters, his hips starting to shake. “Please… can I?”

“You want to spill yourself all over my wings,” Castiel asks Dean steadily, a dim flare of arousal making his sleepy voice thicker than usual.

Dean’s pleasure roars. “Yes! Fucking yes… please,” he says, still mindlessly rutting, his rigid cock pushing between feathers and messing them. It feels so wrong and yet he can’t stop.

“Do it.”

Fuuuuck. Dean squeezes his eyes shut and clutches at feathers with his fingers. His rocks his hips forward and backward, feeling the shiver of the silken hot touch drag over his cock. It sends shudders up his spine, like the burn of electricity.

His orgasm hits with a snap, coming on sudden and hard. Each shot of come is rapid, making him groan in choppy desperate sounds, “Ahh-auhh-uhh-hh-uhh” Dean feels himself emptying into Cas’ gorgeous crimson feathers, making them wet and slick. Will probably make them sticky.

After he recovers, he pushes up and looks down, seeing wet stains all mashed in among the gorgeous red. He feels his face flush the same colour as Cas’ wings before he turns to greet his angelic boyfriend’s wrath.

“Sorry?”

Cas simply growls and in a lightning quick move, flips them around pins Dean face-first to the bed. “Two can play this game,” he teases. Dean feels Cas straddle his backside and start to jerk off. The motions rocking the bed. His wings fluttering in the air. It’s not long before Cas is shooting his load in ribbons of white across Dean’s back.

It’s not exactly the same, but Dean’s not gonna complain. Because shit… he totally got to come all over Cas’ fucking wing and that’s just… awesome.

So fucking awesome.

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