âThought youâd wanna wash the bedding anyway, since a strangerâs been in it,â he teased playfully, noting the strain in his voice and slowing his hips to stop. Instead he ran his hands up and down Castielâs chest, massaging in places, then leaning down to kiss him again. âYouâre just so beautiful, I canât control myself anymore. I canât believe you want me too.â
At his familiarâs sweet pleading Don had no choice but to comply, undoing Castielâs pants before scooting back to slide them off of his legs. He then tossed the blankets away, wanting to see every inch of his darling companion, fingers trailing over his creamy skin and pressing kisses all over as he climbed back up his body. âYou wanna feel me? Iâll let you feel all of me, baby.â He dug around in the sheets for the bottle of lube, squeezing some in his hand and letting it warm in his palm, then coated Casâ throbbing cock. He then lined it up with his previously stretched hole, slowly easing himself onto it with a groan, eyes closing once heâs fully seated. âYou feel good, Cas,â he breathed, moving his hands onto his body to touch him as he began to roll his hips again.
   His chest rose and fell with each breath, though the familiar did appreciate the kiss and comforting touch. âYou donât have to control yourself, just help me take off my pants.â Castiel replied with a soft chuckle, he was helpful enough to lift his hips when needed but otherwise was still very much attempting to come down from the edge of orgasm. He wasnât kidding when he claimed to be close, another grind or two and he would have found release.
   Castiel took a few selfish moments to enjoy the sight heâd wanted to see for so long, and Don really was every bit as gorgeous as the familiar thought heâd be. He was kind of mesmerized until he heard his masterâs voice again. A hand around his dick brought out a warbled cry before he could think to restrain it. The familiar was still dazed when Don sank down on his cock. He couldnât find enough presence of mind to do more than grip the cambionâs thighs and arch his hips up into Donâs rocking. âSo fucking good.â He agreed with a nod. âBare? Dirty, never done it that way before.â
âOh fuck, Cas,â he breathed as he rode him, getting a good rhythm going and feeling the familiar arch up with each roll of his hips. He gasped softly each time, grinding down harder to feel him press deeper, groaning softly. âIâm clean. Canât catch anything, so I canât pass anything either. Trust me, I would never endanger you in that way just for my enjoyment,â he hummed, sighing softly at how perfect every slide felt as Castiel moved inside him. Was it because of how he felt for him? Was it because of their close connection? Or was he really just the right match for him? He couldnât think too much about it right now, not while the familiar was looking up at him like he was the prettiest piece of art heâd ever seen. He then rested on top of him to give him more sweet kisses, his hips never slowing as he worked him slowly.
âIs this the new duty you want to take on, my sweet raven?â he questioned softly by his ear, nibbling the lobe playfully, then moaning when he seemed to hit his sweet spot. The cambion sat up a bit to set a faster pace now, wanting to hit that spot some more, eyes closing again to just feel him. ââCause I think you make a good replacement for all of those partners Iâve had in the past. Every. Single. One,â he emphasized with every needy bounce. Eventually he grew frustrated with his pace, rolling them so he was on his back, legs spread wide and hands gripping Castielâs hips. âFuck me, baby, the way youâve wanted. Show me what you like,â he requested, though it came out sounding a bit like a command in his need for more of him.
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