Anonymous asked: SPN, Wincest, dubcon. Dean’s high and Soulless!Sam takes advantage & uses him as a fucktoy for hours (sexual exhaustion FTW). Plot twist: Dean’s not as out of it as he lets on.
A/N: Under a cut for dubcon
"Gabriel," Chuck moans, his nerves going all to flame as Gabriel crawls over him again, tugs his spent dick to fullness again and shoves fingers into his well-used hole.
"Can’t help it," Gabriel whispers, "gotta fuck you again, your scent is like inhaling pure sex—" and his usual wisecracks are nowhere to be found, not when he’s climbing over Chuck, entering him with the still-hard, wide push of his cock.
"You— you don’t have to help it," Chuck says as he moans, his cock rising to fullness, and he ruts backward against Gabriel’s thrusts, feeling the angel’s cock pulse and throb inside him. They’re both exhausted, sweat-soaked, but the heat won’t be denied, and as Gabriel’s hands skim over Chuck’s hard nipples and down to dust against his cock, Chuck finds himself too close already, balls tightening and cock twitching as another orgasm seems to overlap the first with how quickly it envelops him into its intense rush of pleasure.
Gabriel cries out, slamming their hips together until he’s coming in just a few short bursts, and they collapse, locked together; it will only be a few minutes of relaxation and recovery before they’re both feeling the power of their heat again, and this time Chuck will climb up onto Gabriel and ride him into another hot, sweaty, desperate rush of climax.
First time he comes, Dean is all bravado still — “fuck yeah,” he says between desperate panting breaths, “yeah, fuck, don’t stop now,” and Cas doesn’t, just keeps pounding into him in a long deep drag-and-stroke against his prostate that curls his toes. His body can’t stand the stimulation, not as oversensitive as it is now, and soon he’s groaning, hyperventilating and screaming at Cas “Don’t fucking stop, going to make me come again— Jesus— gonna— fucking—- again—-” and he breaks down into incoherent grunts and cries and moans and spills all over himself one more time.
But Cas is nowhere near done yet — he grunts, pins Dean down though Dean’s too exhausted now to fight — and keeps on churning inside him, one hand curled cruelly around his cock and holding, not even stroking but just warm pressure pulsing, and Dean’s guts are starting to tie up with all the hold-and-release of multiple orgasms and he’s almost in pain now. His third orgasm hurts as it rips through him, hurts but mows him down with a wave of bliss forceful as a tsunami, and there are tears in his eyes as he begs, “Cas, please— no— no, don’t stop” when Castiel pauses for a moment, making sure he’s still got a willing partner in this excess.
Four and five ripple through him and his body jumps without his say-so; by six he’s just moaning in hopeless, mindless ecstasy, or maybe it’s pain — he doesn’t know the difference, and he doesn’t care anymore, sobbing and clinging to the sheets, just wanting Castiel to use him as long and as hard as he can — and to Castiel he’s never been more beautiful.