“Easy, Cas,” Dean moans as Cas buries his face deeper into the crook of Dean’s neck, whimpering almost pitifully.
“I know, baby,” Dean soothes, one hand sliding up to cup Cas’ shoulder and trying to slow him down. "But if you’re gonna build up the stamina to fuck me, you have to hold off for me. Can you do that?“
Cas lets out a shivery sigh and his hips slow mid thrust. He’s still close though, Dean can tell. Cas’ cock twitches where it’s still confined in his underwear, and Dean’s own answers in kind, bare where it’s nudged tight between the side of Cas’ and his pelvis. Neither one of them can go much longer, he knows. But they’ve been at it for a while, Cas humping him desperately and then Dean slowing him down when he’s right on the edge.
And god, Cas could probably hold out to actually fuck him now, Dean knows. He lasts almost ten minutes now every time. But, honestly? Cas has been like a horny teenager since he lost his grace, going through what amounts to human puberty in a rapid fire way Dean’s glad he never had to experience. And Dean fucking loves it. The way Cas is always so greedy for him. How quick he loses it. The training sessions where Cas just rubs against him, Dean edging him until Cas is almost crazy with the need to blow his load.
There’s nothing quite like Cas’ red, sweaty face, hair plastered to his forehed, eyes wild and needy as he huffs and puffs over Dean, hips snapping and rolling sinuously. Dean loves Cas’ rock hard dick butting up against his own through his briefs. Loves the way he can feel the wet spot as it grows darker and darker over the head of Cas’ cock.
He can remember being a teen and being frustrated by intense grinding, make out sessions like this. But now he loves every second of it. And as much as he is so eager to finally have Cas inside him, stretching him open and brushing over his prostate, he’s not quite ready to give this up.
Turning his head, Dean breathes hot and heavy over the shell of Cas’ ear, twists his own hips slighting, and groans. Despite the fact that he’s trying to hold back, Cas comes with a gritty whine, his hips stuttering and his body drawing tight and Dean bites back his grin. So predictable. So fucking easy.
When Cas goes limp over him Dean is quick to console him, “It’s okay, baby. You tried so hard. And you lasted a long time. Didn’t quite make our fifteen minute goal though.”
“Maybe next time,” Cas sighs, but he doesn’t sound too upset about it either and Dean thinks maybe Cas is enjoying this build up as much as he is. "But I should probably…”
Cas’ words trail off as his body shifts and his mouth starts its downward trek over Dean’s body. Oh yeah. That. Dean bites his lip and lets his eyes fall closed as Cas’ hot mouth sucks at his left hip bone. Yeah, it really doesn’t hurt that this always ends with Cas’ plush mouth sealed over his cock.
He’s not sure how long they’ll have to keep doing this before Cas is able to hang in there long enough to actually get his dick in Dean. But Dean’s never been a quitter.
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