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Dean Smith had no idea how he'd ended up in this situation, but as pleasure built, making his head swim even more than the copious amount of tequila he'd drunk, he decided he really wasn't worried about it. His hands clenched in the thick, dark hair of his neighbour, Cas, the pot-smoking hippie, with a wicked smile and a tongue to match, as Cas sucked on his cock and teased a finger between his cheeks.
Dean jumped a little, uncertain about going further, but then Cas was swallowing down again, deep-throating Dean's cock effortlessly as his fingers brushed lightly over Dean's hole. Dean nodded frantically, riding down against those long, dexterous fingers with growing desperation.
"Fuck, Cas!" he shouted, sparks bursting behind his eyes as he climbed the precipice to ecstasy.
Cas popped off his cock for a moment, smirking easily. "I mean, I can if you want…"
Unthinking, Dean pulled on his hair, steering him back toward his cock, and Cas chuckled darkly before taking him in his mouth again.
It was a matter of moments – a few clever flicks of Cas' tongue and the teasing press of his fingers, just barely breaching his hole – then Dean was coming, screaming Cas' name as he thrust deep, holding Cas' face roughly in place. Cas swallowed and swallowed, not spilling a drop, and as Dean sank back to the bed, trembling, Cas pulled off, opening his mouth wide to show Dean the mouthful of cum pooling on his tongue.
Lust sizzled through Dean's veins, and he dragged Cas up into a searing kiss. He moaned as they traded his cum back and forth, and he reached down to Cas' cock, stroking it a little clumsily. Cas shuddered beautifully, groaning against his lips, then he pulled back a little.
"What do you want, Dean?"
"Fuck me! Sink that fat cock into me and fuck me!" he ordered with the same air of command he used to get his way in the boardroom.
Whaddya know? It worked here, too.
Cas slicked his cock with lube – Dean hadn't even seen him pick it up – then he was pushing into Dean slow and relentless, grasping his hips in an iron grip that Dean was sure was going to leave bruises. The ache of intrusion was intense, but Cas gave him a moment to relax, waiting with his body trembling as he held himself above Dean.
As the ache faded and turned to anticipation, Dean deliberately clenched his ass around the fullness of Cas' cock.
"Do it!" he snapped.
Cas' eyes darkened, and he drew back in a glacial slide, his cock rubbing over Dean's prostate and making lighting dance down to his fingertips. He pushed back in just as slowly, and Dean dug his fingers into Cas' ass with a growl.
"I
said,
'fuck me!'" he snarled, then deftly rolled them so he ended up astride Cas' fucking gorgeous thighs, and started fucking himself down on Cas' cock like it was his life's mission to take it as deep as possible. He planted his hands on Cas' thighs behind him and raised himself up, driving himself onto Cas' cock as hard and fast as he could.
"Fuck, Dean," Cas growled, staring up at him with molten blue eyes. "Look at you. So straight-laced and buttoned up all the time when I would see you in the hall. That's it! Riding it like you stole it!
Fuck!"
Cas' breath was catching in his throat, and his hands clamped down on Dean's waist as he started to thrust furiously up into him. "Knocked on my door, in that designer suit like a glove, wearin' panties under it all, asking me to blow you like it was nothing. So fucking hot!"
Cas' words drifted in one ear and out the other, lust and explosive pleasure overwhelming Dean's ability to concentrate on anything so trivial as words. The only thing that mattered was chasing that incredible feeling, feeling it building, tightening like a coiled spring behind his pelvis as he began to shake. Just as his arms were about to give out, Cas dragged him down to lay against his chest and picked up the pace, jackhammering into his slippery hole like he was trying to punch out the other side of Dean's body.
Dean mewled helplessly, trying to rock down to meet Cas' hips, but Cas had him in an inescapable hold, fucking up into him like a machine, like his body was working on pistons instead of flesh, like he'd never stop. Dean moaned, his face against Cas' throat, and he gave himself over to the moment.
"Fucking use me," he whispered hoarsely. "Want you to use me 'til you run dry, drown me in it!"
This time it was Cas who rolled them, and if Dean thought Cas had been ruthless before, apparently he didn't know the meaning of the word. Cas lifted Dean's legs effortlessly to hook them over his shoulders, pinning Dean beneath him, and started drilling into him endlessly, like Dean was nothing more than a sex doll, a hole for Cas to take and take and take.
Dean came again, shouting hoarsely as his cock kicked between them. Cas slowed down, maybe to give him a minute, but Dean dug his blunt fingernails into his ass and hung on, pulling him down as hard as he could. Cas hissed in pain, but his efforts redoubled, and Dean could only hang on for the ride. He felt Cas' cock twitching inside him, and he moaned, desperate for that hot load.
"Need it! Want you to cum in my sloppy hole, cum in me, fucking do it, need it!"
"My little bitch, going to breed you so full!" Cas snarled. "Fill that hole 'til you you can taste it, fucking choking on all my cum. Here it comes! Fuck!"
Cas hammered into him again and again, his cock throbbing inside Dean, spraying hot cum in an unending rush, and Cas groaned as his hips slowed. He didn't stop though. He kept moving, dragging his cock in and out of Dean's sloppy, cum-soaked hole, the filthy squelching sound telling a story as Dean felt cum slip down his ass and drip onto the bed.
Cas bent and captured his lips, a strangely gentle kiss, and Dean hummed into it. Cas stilled above him, his cock still hard inside Dean, and kissed him breathless.
When the kiss broke, Dean gave him a cocky smile, feeling light-headed and floating on endorphins.
"Was that all talk, about breeding me like a bitch, or have you got another round in you?" he taunted, and Cas smirked at him.
He pulled out, flipped Dean onto his stomach and dragged his ass up, slapping it in the process. As he sank into Dean's abused hole, Dean moaned gratefully, letting his mind drift as he surrendered control to his stoner neighbour.
~~
Dean couldn't move. He wasn't tied up any longer, his own suspenders and silk tie having been used during the third – fourth? – round, but even so, there was no chance he was getting his legs to work.
He lay on the bed, spattered with cum, feeling it pouring from his gaping hole in a steady stream, and dazedly watched Cas light a joint. The pungent scent tickled his nostrils, and he breathed in deeply, humming as Cas bent down to shotgun the smoke into his lungs for perhaps the third time that night. His body hummed, and he relaxed even further, letting his eyes drag over Cas' sexy, toned body. Cas was covered in sweat and Dean's cum, and he had more than a couple bite marks on his shoulders and chest. The way his own neck was throbbing, Dean figured he had a few marks, too.
As he let his eyes close for a moment, he wondered again how they'd ended up in Cas' bed. Then, something Cas had said hours earlier in the midst of fucking him sprang to the forefront of his mind, and his eyes popped open.
"What the fuck did you mean, I knocked and asked you to blow me?! I asked you for a portrait! You're a photographer, right? You told Daphne down on the third floor you're a professional at headshots, an' I need one for a merger at work!"
Cas stared down at him, smoke wreathing around his head, and he started to laugh. He dropped the joint in an ashtray and collapsed next to Dean, laughing until tears ran down his face. Dean grinned at him, giggly from the pot, wondering what the hell was going on.
"She was hitting on me and not getting the hint that I'm gay as fuck. What I
said…"
Cas wheezed, an arm over his eyes as he shook with hilarity, "was that I'm a pro at giving head and doing shots!"
If Dean could command his limbs at the moment, he'd have fled in humiliation. But as Cas rolled toward him, a soft smile on his face, Dean started to laugh again.
"Damn," he muttered, fighting a grin, "I was wondering why you never got a camera out…" Cas snorted, and Dean mustered the control to bounce his eyebrows at this stranger turned lover. "Have to remember it next time."
Dean chose to interpret Cas' enthusiastic kiss as agreement. A work portrait could wait 'til Monday.