Dean is so beautiful, so delicate, so young. He would protest to be called inexperienced because he had a lot of sex with both girls and boys, but Castiel knows it’s all been just hurried, graceless chasing of quick relief. That’s why he takes it upon himself to show Dean the finer art of lovemaking, to teach him about delayed gratification.
“Slow,” he orders when Dean, straddling him, guides his cock to his slick loosened hole. Cas has taken his time to prepare his boy, to stretch him open nice and slow, as well as to shower Dean with praise and soft touches. It made the younger man squirm and plead, but when he was told to stay still, he tried his best like the good boy he is.
Now he makes a disgruntled noise but obeys anyway. Biting his lower lip he stops when just Castiel’s cockhead breaches his rim.
“Good,” Castiel purrs and rubbing Dean’s thighs gently, he gives him an encouraging nod.
Dean starts to lower himself on Castiel’s cock as slow as possible, eyes squeezed shut, soft moans escaping his mouth. Castiel knows this way Dean can feel every inch of him sliding in, can savor the glide of skin against skin, to experience fully the feeling of being stretched, of his body welcoming Castiel, accommodating him.
Dean’s breath is labored, his muscles strained, when he shifts his hips, changing the angle so he can take the last of Cas in and seat himself fully in his lap.
Cas’ hands slide up Dean’s sides, patting him soothingly. “That’s it, so good,” he praises in a low voice.
“Cas,” Dean half-sobs. It’s too much for him, he’s overwhelmed by all the sensation and the unfamiliar emotional charge.
“I’ve got you, Dean,” Cas murmurs as he cups the back of Dean’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss. He brushes his lips against Dean’s lightly, a gentle comforting touch. Then he licks into his mouth swallowing Dean’s moans.
“Please,” Dean whispers as Cas rakes his hand through his hair.
“Slow,” Cas reminds him and with firm hands on Dean’s hips he guides him to roll his hips.
The moment Cas grazes against Dean’s prostate, Dean throws his head back with a groan. Castiel can feel his urge to bounce wildly, to chase his orgasm. He tightens his grip and says Dean’s name in a voice that makes Dean immediately get a grip on himself and look Cas in the eyes.
He moves again, this time finding a slow rhythm, moving his body in languid waves.
Castiel’s voice is a deep rumble as he rewards Dean with a constant stream of praise.
So good
So beautiful
Perfect for me
Just like that
Good boy
I love you so much, Dean
Dean’s leaning down, propped against Castiel’s chest, his eyes fixed on Cas’ lips, drinking every word in.
“Please, Cas,” he moans when his rhythm stumbles when the growing warmth coiling in his belly gets too much.
Castiel hushes him with a soft kiss. He wraps his arms around him, pressing Dean closely against his chest and starts to thrust up into him, hard but unhurried. Dean whines into the crook of his neck, his neglected cock now trapped between their bellies leaking a steady stream of precome.
“Not yet,” he says breathlessly into Dean’s ear.
“Hold on, Dean, hold on for me,” he whispers as Dean mumbles incoherently against his shoulder, nails digging into the skin of Castiel’s shoulders.
Only when he feels his nerves buzzing with a fast approaching orgasm, does Castiel kiss Dean and breathe into his mouth.
“Come for me.”
Dean does so with a broken cry of Castiel’s name, his whole body shaking with small spasms as the tide of pleasure washes over him. The clench of his muscles around Cas makes the older man follow right after. Grunting, he pumps his seed deep into Dean.
Panting, Dean collapses on Castiel’s chest, then slips off his lap and curls by his side.
Reluctantly Cas gets up to wipe his belly covered with still warm come.
When he turns back to Dean, he notices the boy’s shoulders shaking as he sniffles into a pillow.
“Dean, what’s wrong?” he asks agitated, pulling at Dean’s shoulder to make him roll over.
Dean immediately wraps himself around his lover, craving the warmth of another body, the safety of Castiel’s embrace.
Hot tears fall on Castiel’s neck, making his heart clench with concern.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” Dean sobs. “It was never like this.”
Castiel lets out a relieved sigh and hugs Dean tighter, petting his sweat-damp hair.
“I love you,” Dean whispers. “I love you, I love you,” he repeats until his tears dry off.