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Several hours, many boxes and multiple tired muscles later, Dean’s apartment was finally boxed up except for one or two things. They’d kept out some bedding for the night and left a set of two cups and plates for their supper, pizza from the local delivery place, and of course a few things that were required for Dean’s sexy to do list.
They were sitting on the couch, basking in the glow of knowing all the packing was done, and letting their stomachs settle after supper. Dean was leaning tiredly against Cas’ shoulder while the other man ran a hand through his hair; the constant scratching against his scalp was actually starting to lull Dean to sleep when he sat up suddenly.
“What is it?” Cas said in confusion, sitting up to peer at Dean.
Dean looked at Cas with a leering grin before wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. It took Cas a minute to catch on but when he did, he groaned and flopped back against the back of the couch, flinging an arm over his eyes.
“I know we said we’d do that tonight Dean,” the other man said tiredly, moving his arm so he could look at Dean, “But I’m pretty wiped out, can’t we save the sexcapde for later?”
Oh no, Cas was not going to wiggle out of this that easy. He can’t just tease Dean with the promise of a sweaty romp in sheets, one involving his little panty kink to boot, and then pull the proverbial rug out from underneath him, especially since he’d already postponed it. Dean had waltzed out into the bedroom earlier, prepared to jump right into the fun time, only to find that Cas had moved on to boxing the kitchen. When confronted by a pouting boyfriend, Cas had promised they would get frisky after the kitchen was boxed; that turned into after the living room was packed away which turned into after they’d stacked up the boxes for tomorrow and finally to after they ate supper. Dean had waited patiently all afternoon for this and damn it he was going to get his promised sexy times!
Wrapping an arm around Cas’ chest, Dean nuzzled into his boyfriend’s neck. “You promised Cas,” he whined, placing butterfly kisses on Cas’ jaw. The other man shivered as Dean’s scruff tickled the sensitive skin of his neck.
Cas moaned in protest, rubbing circles on Dean’s back. “I know what I said but I’m tired Dean and my back is all in knots. Honestly I don’t know how you’re even up for it, how are you not exhausted?”
Dean chuckled lowly. “Cas, if I ever say that I’m too tired to have sex with you, I want you to get my head examined because I will have obviously lost my mind.” Cas still protested, saying that he couldn’t possibly make good on his promise to fuck Dean into his mattress one last time.
They went back and forth, each giving arguments for why they should or shouldn’t do anything that night. Dean was just about to agree when an idea struck him. The basis of Cas’ argument was that he didn’t want to move but who said Cas had to be the one moving?
Not bothering to explain his brilliant idea, Dean pulled a still protesting Cas into the bedroom and pulled off his shirt. He told him to lay face down on the bed and, after telling his boyfriend to relax and not to move, went to get a few things around.
Going to the living room he found the boxes marked “Bedroom” and rummaged through them, letting out a cry of triumph as he pulled out a small bottle of massage oil. Next he took the opportunity to strip down in the living room and slowly slid the infamous panties on; it took a bit of arrangement but Dean was surprised to find that, with the exception of the obvious areas, he still fit in them pretty well. The smooth feeling of the satin against his skin caused him to shiver and he brushed a hand over the material, savoring the sensation. Eventually he remembered that he had a mission to complete and went back into the bedroom.
Cas was still exactly where he left him.
Dean smirked at the cleverness of his plan and walked over to the edge of the bed, setting the bottle and his other supplies onto the comforter. He ran his hands over Cas’ back before nudging him over so he was in the center of the bed and climbing up so he could straddle the man beneath him. Cas jolted slightly in surprise when Dean sat down so that he was resting on his boyfriend’s ass.
“Dean, what are--” Cas managed to get out before Dean silenced him with a well placed rub up his back, causing him to groan happily. Dean could feel some pretty big knots in the man’s back; he supposed his plan might actually benefit Cas after all.
“You said you were sore and tired,” Dean replied, pausing to apply a bit of massage oil, “So I thought you might appreciate a nice massage.”
Cas made a sound that indicated he wasn’t quite convinced of the innocence of Dean’s intentions but he didn’t protest as Dean worked on his stiff back. Luckily for Dean his boyfriend, who hadn’t looked up since he’d been told to lay still, had no idea he was being straddled by a nearly naked man in panties and Dean planned to use that surprise to his advantage.
Several minutes passed as Dean kneaded and rubbed Cas’ back, stopping here and there to work a particularly tight area. The body beneath him slowly relaxed. Once he’d worked all the knots out of his boyfriend’s muscles, Dean decided to put his plan, Operation: Woo Cas into Moving Sexy Times, into action. He nudged Cas in the side gently with his knee.
“Need you to roll over babe,” he said, attempting to sound as natural as possible but internally he was vibrating with gleeful anticipation. Cas grumbled and made pouting noises at first but eventually shimmied himself over only to inhale sharply at the sight that greeted him.
Dean quirked an eyebrow flirtatiously and ran a hand down his chest teasingly. “What’s the matter Cas?” he asked, smirking somewhat evilly at his dumbstruck boyfriend, “Don’t you want the rest of your massage?”
Cas narrowed his eyes at him, obviously not amused by Dean’s antics but Dean watched as the man’s eyes skimmed over his bare chest ever so slowly before coming to rest on the pink panties, which were now stretched slightly over Dean’s groin; the massage and the anticipation of what was hopefully to come had gotten Dean a little excited. The sensation of Cas’ eyes on him caused Dean to shiver.
Deciding that Cas needed a little encouragement, Dean re-straddled him, this time he sat with his ass on top of the other man’s crotch; he also made sure to take his time and scootch around a bit, trying to get comfortable obviously. A low, soft groan filled the room as Dean rubbed against the bulge now present in Cas’ jeans; he didn’t even try to resist the urge to lean down and pepper all that tanned skin in front of him with kisses.
“Dean, I told you that I was tired,” Cas moaned but contradictory to his complaints, his one of hands came up to grip onto Dean’s hips, encouraging the slight rock he’d started, while the other tangled itself in Dean’s hair. “I don’t think I have the energy to move, let alone fuck you.”
Chuckling, Dean started rocking harder causing Cas to gasp and tighten his grip; he shuddered when this caused Cas to tug lightly on his hair. “Who said you had to move?” he asked, smirking as understanding dawned in Cas’ eyes. Dean knew he had him; that burning want he was so familiar with was shimmering in those blue eyes and sure enough, Cas nodded eagerly; releasing his hold on Dean, he reached a hand down to undo his pants.
Dean smacked his hands away and sat up, opening his boyfriend’s pants himself before moving off him so he could slide them and the boxers beneath them off. Once Cas was gloriously naked, he reluctantly stood removed the panties, they would only get in the way of the next stage of the plan, and grabbed the bottle of lube he’d stashed at the end of the bed, sitting himself on Cas’ thighs.
He squirted some lube onto his fingers and, after setting the bottle aside, began to open himself up. Cas stared up at him hungrily as he worked his fingers in and out, getting himself ready for the main event; he may have put on a bit of a show for Cas’ benefit, gasping loudly and moaning as his fingers brushed his prostate. At one point Cas slid a hand around Dean’s hip, attempting to replace Dean’s hands with his own, but Dean shook his head and moved the hand back to his hip.
“Ah ah ah,” he chided teasingly as Cas pouted, Dean knew how much he enjoyed getting him ready. In consolation, he leaned down so he could press an open mouthed kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth; Cas sighed as Dean’s tongue darted out to briefly explore his mouth before pulling away with a grin. “You said you were tired, so you just sit back and relax.”
Several minutes past as Dean prepped himself, torturing Cas with moans and sighs of pleasure accompanied by the occasional stroke to the other man’s rapidly filling cock; he could tell Cas was practically vibrating with the urge to flip their positions and take over but followed Dean’s instructions. That probably shouldn’t be so hot but the idea that Cas was desperate to touch but not moving because he said not to had tingling heat pooling in his lower belly.
Soon, but not soon enough in Dean’s opinion, he was finally ready. He snagged the condom he’d left on the bed and slipped it easily over Cas’ now fully erect cock, causing his boyfriend to groan when he couldn’t resist the temptation for a couple light, slow tugs as he slicked him up.
“Dean, please,” Cas breathed, staring up with big pleading eyes. Dean laughed throatily as he walked forward on his knees so he was positioned right above the tip of Cas’ dick.
“Don’t worry babe,” Dean said soothingly, wrapping a hand around the base of him, positioning them both so the tip of Cas was just brushing his prepped hole. “I’ll take good care of you.”
He slowly slid down, taking Cas inside him; Dean would never get tired of the way Cas filled him up or the way the other man groaned as he was engulfed in Dean’s tight heat. They both sighed as Dean’s ass finally came to rest on Cas’ hips. It took Dean a second to adjust but soon the slight burn faded away and he planted his hands on Cas’ chest began moving his hips in a slow sensuous rhythm. The grip Cas had on his hips got tighter as he rocked in the man’s lap while rising up and sliding back down and Dean soon drawing a steady stream of gasps, curses and encouragements out of his boyfriend.
“God, Dean,” Cas panted on a particularly hard rock down from Dean’s hips, one that had Dean gasping as well when he finally zeroed in on the spot inside himself that shot sparks up his spine; he shifted his hips on the next downward motion, hitting it again and again. “I love how you look up there, riding me, using me like some toy to get yourself off. I know I said I was tired but, fuck, now I just want to flip you over and fuck you fast and hard into this mattress.”
Dean moaned deeply as that image flashed behind his eyes, the image of Cas throwing him down and pounding into him, holding him down. As much fun as it was to tease Cas and be in control for a bit, what Dean really wanted was for his boyfriend to let loose.
“Yeah, Cas, I want that too,” Dean replied, breathless from riding Cas, his thighs were starting to burn from exertion but he didn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop moving. “I need it, need you to fuck me hard.”
There was an explosion of movement as Cas surged upward to grab onto Dean’s shoulder so he could pull him down into a kiss so intense Dean swore he literally forgot not only how to move his hips but how to breathe. Cas rearranged his hands so they were wrapped firmly around Dean and, without even pausing his ravishing of Dean’s mouth, rolled them over so that he was looming over him. He broke the kiss when the need for air became insistent and looked down at Dean, his eyes searching for something.
“Come on babe,” Dean said, giving Cas the permission that he was seeking. He wrapped his legs around Cas’ hips and used them to pull his boyfriend in closer. “Move.”
That was all that Cas needed to start fucking into him at an almost brutal pace, his hips slamming into the back of Dean’s thighs with so much force that he was slowly moving them up the bed. Dean gasped and used one hand to brace himself against the headboard while the other reached up to grab the other man’s shoulder, yanking him down so he could steal another filthy kiss that was more like them breathing each other’s air than kissing.
Dean’s fingers dug into Cas’ shoulder as he felt the heat building in his gut, the edge was getting closer and closer as his boyfriend rutted into him even faster and harder; he was almost there, his other hand flew up to tangle in Cas’ hair has the pleasure built, he was just about to…
And then Cas stopped.
Bewildered, Dean looked up to see Cas smirking down at him, the look on his face showing that he knew exactly the havoc he was reeking on Dean’s sex addled mind. Why would Cas just stop, Dean knew from experience that Cas was just as close as he was.
“Wh--” Dean started to ask why the hell Cas had stopped fucking him into oblivion when the man above him silenced him with a slow thrust so that Dean’s protest turned into a weak moan. Cas kept up this slow pace, holding Dean’s hips down to keep him from rutting against him to chase his release; it was driving Dean crazy. He whined in frustration as the strong hands held firm despite his desperate attempts to break free; Cas chuckled darkly at the sound.
“It’s not fun to be teased, is it Dean?” Cas said as nonchalantly as a man could while in the middle of sex. Dean groaned resentfully, he knew where this was headed. “You were so close weren’t you? I bet you’re so frustrated, all worked up only to be shut down.”
Dean nodded and attempted to draw Cas into a kiss, hoping to distract him from his little bid a vengeance for Dean’s little stunt earlier but unfortunately for him, the other man wasn’t so easily swayed.
“Nice try Dean,” Cas continued, not stopping the maddeningly slow movement of his hips, it was enough to keep Dean on the very edge of coming but not quite enough to throw him over. He cupped Dean’s cheek with his palm and brushed his thumb over his lips. “I can keep this up all night, I might be persuaded to give you what you need if you say you’re sorry.”
Part of Dean wanted to refuse, to see if he could out last Cas until the other man was forced to abandon his little game but the rest of him decided that getting the other man to start fucking him again was well worth the hit to his pride.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Dean babbled, still trying to force Cas into moving somehow, pushing on his boyfriend’s hips with his legs. “I’m sorry I teased you Cas. It wasn’t nice, now please, fuck me. I need to come, please let me come.”
Dean cried out as Cas immediately sped up his rhythm, bringing him back to that gloriously fast, hard pace from before. One of Cas’ hands trailed up to tug on and tease Dean’s nipples, sending extra waves of tingling pleasure to curl inside him. Cas was getting close again too, his hips began to move in and out at a more frantic and uneven pace but Dean didn’t care he was too busy rutting up against Cas and chasing his orgasm. Dean warned Cas that he was almost there.
Cas leaned down, lips brushing the sensitive skin of his ear. “It’s okay Dean, you’re forgiven,” he moaned, grasping Dean’s leaking cock and jerking him rapidly and getting him that much closer to the end, “You can come now, come for me baby.”
The words had hardly left Cas’ mouth before the tension in Dean snapped and he came with a shout, hips bucking up as he covered Cas’s hand and both their stomachs with his release. Cas groaned at the sight and the feel of Dean clenching around him and three rough thrusts later, he came with a strangled cry; his hips pressed tightly against Dean’s ass as he pumped himself into the condom.
Unable to hold himself up, Cas collapsed on Dean’s chest and they lay there panting, trying to get their breathing back to normal. Dean shivered as Cas’ gasping breaths alternately heated and chilled his sweat slick skin; he ran his hands up and down Cas’ heaving sides, enjoying the comforting weight of the other man.
Eventually the mess between them got uncomfortable and Cas was forced to roll off of him; he rolled off the bed and removed the condom before leaving the bedroom to dispose of it. Dean blinked tiredly as he shimmied the blankets from underneath him; Cas entered the bedroom carrying a warm washcloth that he used to wipe the come from Dean’s stomach. He carelessly tossed this on the floor and crawled into bed. Dean grumbled when Cas made him roll onto his side so he could spoon him from behind but laughed slightly to himself at the sound of Cas’ pleased sigh as his boyfriend settled down, one arm thrown possessively over his waist.
His last thought before he finally succumbed to the pull of sleep was the realization that after tomorrow, he’d get to fall asleep like this every night and he drifted off with a smile on his face and the comforting heat of his boyfriend at his back.