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SPNFanFic: The Magic Position [Dean/Castiel]

Title: The Magic Position

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Rating(s): R/18-Rated

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester/Castiel

Word Count: 1965words

Author Notes: Unbetad. Written for absinthefairy88, who showed me the clip of Misha Collins performing self-fellatio (okay, not really-really, but close enough!). ILUBB <33


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It took a moment for Dean’s mind to completely process Castiel’s words. The angel had spoken them in such an offhanded manner that Dean almost let them slide from one ear through to the other without the proper consideration. Sometime between hearing them and almost dismissing them, Dean found himself jerking to attention, his eyes narrowing on Castiel as the angel’s words finally registered themselves with his brain.


“Woah, hold up just one second there,” Dean coughed out his words, his mouth more than a little dry and he eyed Castiel with new-found interest. Castiel frowned quizzically at him and Dean swallowed thickly, taking a moment to wet his lips and think his words over before he let them fall into the air between them.


“Can you run that by me again?” He asked finally.


“Which part would you like for me to ‘run by’ you, Dean?” The angel asked; his gaze intent upon Dean.


“Uh, how about the part with you being really good at yoga?”


Castiel tilted his head a little to the side, his eyes locked onto Dean’s in that unblinking manner he had. Dean fought hard not to squirm under the angel’s watch.


“I was referring to my host.” Castiel said.


“Yes,” Dean breathed out, “but you were saying…?” He smiled in what he hoped was a more encouraging than desperate manner.


“That my host, though his studies in yoga, was able to perform self-fellatio on himself.” Castiel answered simply.


“Oh god,” Dean whimpered, his eyes closing at the very thought of it- of Castiel, the goddamned angel of the goddamned Lord, bending himself backwards so that he could put that pretty pink mouth around his hard and aching cock.


“Dean?” A hand upon his shoulder had him jumping, his eyes springing wide open with guilt as he met Castiel’s gaze and knew- he just knew- that the angel could read every dirty little detail flashing across his mind right at that exact moment.


Castiel’s face remained impassive as Dean stared at him with the classic deer-in-headlights look he always got when getting caught out doing something he knew he really aught not to be doing. And then the angel’s mouth opened, just slightly, and a sliver of tongue slipped out to lave across dry-chapped lips and Dean felt himself grow hot and hard right then.


“Oh god,” he breathed again, eyes intent upon the angel’s lips.


“You should not use the Lord’s name in vain, Dean,” Castiel spoke and Dean sucked in a sharp breath as he realised just how close Castiel’s face was to his- the tingle of air against his moistened lips as the angel spoke send a fission of want rushing straight through his body. He bit at the insides of his mouth to keep from uttering the mantra of “oh gods” running through his mind.


“Are you well?” Castiel asked, frowning more deeply at the high-pitched ‘yes’ Dean gasped out in reply.


“Are you sure?” Castiel asked and Dean swallowed heavily, shaking his head as he met Castiel’s eyes with his own.


“You are, aroused, by this revelation?” The way Castiel said the word ‘aroused’ made Dean wonder if he’d had to search some kind of mental library for the correct term. The thought that Castiel hadn’t had need to use the word before stopped all his mental functioning abilities right there because, oh god, that mean that Castiel… that’d he’d never… and… just…


“Oh god, yes,” Dean breathed, mouth quivering open as he all but whispered his words into Castiel’s mouth.


The angel’s fingers clenched in their grip upon his shoulder, his free hand rising up to Dean’s mouth where he placed a single finger upon the fullness of Dean’s mouth.


“Please, Dean, do not blaspheme in my presence,” Castiel dragged his finger downwards, tugging at Dean’s bottom lip as he did so. The angel leant in, his lips moving like a butterfly-kiss against the corner of Dean’s mouth as he whispered in consolation, “it would not do for the Lord Almighty to turn his eye upon us in this instance, now would it?”


Dean could only whimper his concurrence to that statement as only seconds later he felt the press of Castiel’s mouth against the tremble of his own lips, as the angel kissed him with a practiced ease Dean would never have thought an angel could possess.


He moaned deeply, forgetting himself as Castiel’s tongue easily slipped between his lips, thrusting deeply into his mouth and teasing expertly at his own tongue. Dean’s fingers gripped tightly at the lapels of Castiel’s coat, tugging the angel as close as he could as he sucked on the angel’s mouth till he grew dizzy- the need to breathe loosing out to the sheer and desperate need to ravish the angel kissing him as if the end of the world were nigh.


It was Castiel who pulled away first, his panting breaths mingling with Dean’s as he waited for Dean’s eyes to roll back into focus.


“Do you desire this?” Castiel asked him as soon as Dean’s gaze was once again focussed upon him.


“Yes,” Dean said on an exhale, the answer immediate, spoken almost before he’d even really realised what the angel was asking him. “Please,” he whispered when Castiel continued to watch him, unmoving. “Cas…”


“Hush,” Castiel said and Dean’s words dropped off into silence. With apparent ease, the angel disentangled Dean’s fingers from his coat and stepped a couple paces back. Before Dean could work up the words of protest the angel lifted his hand high into the air and, in the instant before he dropped it back to his side with a grand and sweeping gesture, Dean could have sworn that he saw the angel smile just an instant as he eyed Dean up.


With the sweeping gesture, Castiel’s entire outfit disappeared into nothingness, leaving the angel standing before him in all his naked glory and Dean could do nothing more than stare open-mouthed at the sheer perfection before him. He lifted a hand to his mouth, biting down deeply upon his thumb as he tried desperately not to cuss God’s name in from of the angel before him.


“Does this please you?” Castiel asked and Dean nodded, another breathless ‘yes’ escaping his lips as he drank in the sight before him. He wanted so desperately to step forward and worship with his mouth at the alter of Castiel’s body; his tongue dragging its way from sternum to cock in one languidly played motion before taking the angel- hard and weeping and tasting of sin and divinity all at once- into his mouth, he wanted to make Castiel writhe and moan, his fingers clenching fists against Dean’s shoulders as he sucked him hard and fast and drew him to an untamed climax.


“Dean,” the angel’s voice drew his immediate attention and Dean watched with his heart in his mouth and his cock hard up against his jeans as the angel lowered himself to the floor with ease, “do not take your eyes off of me,” the angel commanded with staring eyes and Dean nodded, he didn’t think he could look away- not even if Castiel had commanded that.


Castiel watched him for a second longer before turning himself so that his back was to Dean. He then lay himself down, head tipping back so that his eyes could watch Dean even as he drew his legs up towards his arse, his arms lay flat upon the carpet for a moment before he swung his legs up and over his head in a practiced move until his knees were skimming the ground and his hardened cock nudged temptingly at his chin- precum trailing across the skin there.


Castiel’s eyes were still upon him as he opened his mouth, his tongue appearing to lick a taste of his own penis and Dean felt his knees go weak. He watched as the angel lapped fleeting licks at his cock, tasting the seed seeping forth from the slit till the head was red-swollen with the teasing and Dean was sinking to his knees, his legs unable to support him as he watched and wanted so very much for Castiel to take his cock into his mouth.


Dean’s fingers curled themselves into the carpet, his knuckles burning themselves in a scratch as he clenched his fists and tried desperately not to crawl himself forward, tried to resist this ardent desire he had to strip himself bare and straddle Castiel himself, offering his body for the teasing while he sucked his pleasure from Castiel’s own cock. Fuck, but he wanted it. Wanted it now.


“Dean,” Dean groaned aloud, his eyes leaving the constant lapping of the angel’s tongue against cock to meet his eyes, eyes that were blown-black with desire and Dean saw that Castiel’s cheeks were burning pink with his pleasure, he felt his erection twitch at the sight and could not help but press his palm to his pants in a vain attempt to alleviate his own need.


“Dean,” Castiel’s voice came again, a shake of his former commanding tone, and Dean felt himself smouldering with want as he realised he’d never heard the angel sound like this before; never heard the hitch in his breathing as he spoke, never heard the question in the words as he called out Dean’s name as if hesitant to speak at all.


“Castiel…” Dean answered him and the angel grinned- the smile one of knowledge rather than humour as, verifying he had Dean’s full attention, he opened his mouth wide and sucked his hardened cock as deeply down his throat as his body was able to bend, his cheeks hollowed with the suck and the wet pop-ing noise that sounded as the angel allowed his cock to slip forth from his lips had Dean creaming himself from the sight alone.


“Oh fuck,” he cursed, cheeks burning even as his hand pressed against the spreading wetness against his thigh. Castiel shot him another of his grins before taking his cock into his mouth once more and sucking himself hard; his hips making short, abortive thrusts till- all too soon- he felt the tightness in his belly that signalled his imminent release.


Castiel let loose a moan of such abandonment then as his orgasm spread through him, that had Dean not already spent himself, he knew he would have done so right there as he watched Castiel cry out his pleasure, his seed spilling against his mouth and chin, a trail of shining stickiness as he carefully urged his legs back over his head till he was lying flat against the floor, his body heaving with his pants, his eyes never in all that time having left Dean’s own gaze.


Dean moved closer, crawling forth on hands and knees till he hovered just above Castiel’s face, he licked his lips and Castiel copied the gesture, his tongue touching at the semen coating his mouth and Dean groaned low and deep before swooping down to lick at Castiel’s mouth, his lips kissing at Castiel’s and tasting him.


“Next time,” Dean breathed, breaking the kiss to suck in a gulp and two of air, “you’re going to let me do that to you instead.”


“Next time,” Castiel countered, his gaze unreadable though there was an openness to his eyes that had not been there before, “I shall teach you how to do that to yourself.”


“Oh god,” Dean moaned unable to stop himself at the thought of being able to touch himself like that. Fuck, he’d never have to worry about receiving a lousy blowjob again…


“No Dean,” Castiel said, touching a finger to his lips, “Just Castiel.”


“Castiel,” he agreed before dropping down to kiss himself dizzy against the angel’s lips once more.


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Tags: [&]: [m/m]: dean winchester/castiel, fanfic: supernatural

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