Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel. Dean chains up Cas and teases him until he’s begging to come.
“Please, Dean,” Castiel’s whimpers only made Dean smirk and pull away, leaving barely enough contact between them to qualify as pleasurable, but by this point Castiel is so overstimulated that even the barest touch makes him moan and writhe against his bindings. Every binding is soft and pliant, but not weak enough to break, just enough to give Cas room to squirm but not actually get away from Dean as his mouth and hands work themselves over the angel’s body, alternating rough with gentle, hot with cold, too much with not enough. “Dean, I need more; please, Dean, release me.” Dean shakes his head, leaning up to whisper into Cas’ ear all the filthy things he can do without ever letting Cas free, using his words as stimulus as much as he’s used everything else he could get his hands on… and his mouth. He drops down to lick and nuzzle at the heavy purple swollen length of Castiel’s bound cock and watches as the angel writhes and whines and begs for release - and Dean will give it to him, soon, he’s not cruel, but right now they’re both enjoying Dean’s forray into patient pleasure.
