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Cas growls under the restraints, the ropes unforgiving as they dug into his wrists. He only had just come to, whatever the witches had blasted him with dissipating from his system. He’s not sure how long he’s been tied up. He blinks, trying to look around the room, but it’s pitch black. He tries to hone in on his grace, but it’s a mere whisper, subdued by something.
He feels movement behind him, and Cas realizes Dean is propped up against him, his hands tied behind his back like Cas’s.
“Dean?” Cas tries to nudge him, but it’s stiff, and Dean doesn’t say anything. Cas shakes his head, huffing. He feels weak, and he hopes it just because of his subdued grace.
“Dean?” Cas tries again.
Dean writhes behind him again, a stifled grunt coming out. Dean makes another noise, something that sounds like Cas’s name, but it’s muffled.
“Dean?” Cas huffs. “It’s too dark in here, we can’t see, but I believe we are in a basement—”
He hears Dean mumble something, nearly yelping, his pitch high.
Cas’s body is pulled, the ropes tight as he presumes Dean is trying to pull them off. He feels something loosen behind him and then a thud. Cas falls off the stool at the lost of Dean’s back as support and he realizes they weren't being held by much but a bit of rope. But his hands are still tightly bound as he tries to sit up.
Dean had fallen to the floor with a muffled oof! and Cas hears his boots scuff along the floor as he sits up. Dean’s breathing sharply through his nose as Cas hears him shuffling closer.
Cas gets to his knees, his bare feet scrapping against the floor as he tries to find Dean. Dean makes some sort of noise, something that makes Cas stop. Suddenly Cas feels hot breath against his cheek.
“Dean, what are you doing?”
Dean presses his cheek again, and Cas feels a sort of cloth against Dean’s face.
Oh.
“You want me to take the gag off?”
Dean makes an approving noise. Cas takes a breath, trying to settle the nerves that suddenly appeared in his gut, and blindly feels around Dean's face with his lips. Dean’s skin is warm, and salty, and Cas finds the cloth and grips it with his teeth. He pulls down, and Dean’s jaw is working as the gag slides down his jaw. Cas feel Dean’s lips brush against his own and he jerks back, feeling his own cheeks flame.
“Fuck!” Dean gasps, working his mouth open and closed. Cas assumes his mouth feels pretty unpleasant after having that gag in his mouth for who knows how long. “Thanks Cas.” Dean says, before his lips are pressed against Cas’s temple.
“What are you doing?” Cas startles back.
Dean chuckles softly. “Getting the blindfold off, silly.” He says.
“Oh, right…” Cas holds his breath as he feels Dean’s lips again, the scrap of his teeth as he pulls the blindfold off over Cas’s head.
Cas blinks as he sees light. So they are in a basement. But it’s dimly light, with a small window in the corner letting in the morning light. He sees the walls had been dusty but there’s fresh painted sigils along the walls. So that’s why he can’t harness his grace.
He looks at Dean, checking for other injures but finds none. Wit his boots, he also still has on his jeans and plaid shirt, on top a henley. Cas suddenly feels self conscious, with just his slacks and shirt unbuttoned half way down, his suit jacket and trench coat no where to be seen. His tie hangs loosely around his neck.
“So what now?” Cas says. He pulls on the ropes, noting Dean’s hands are still tightly bound, with no hint of coming undone
Dean’s eyes flicker back up at Cas, and that’s when Cas realizes Dean had been staring at his chest.
"Uh…” Dean clears his throat, and Cas can’t help notice his cheeks are pinker.
Dean looks around. The basement is bare; no furniture except for the two stools they had been sitting on. Dean looks back at Cas.
“You don’t have anything in your pockets, do you?”
Cas shakes his head.
“Right—” Dean sucks in a breath. “Gotta use our teeth then.” He says with a nervous laugh.
Cas gapes. “What? Why? For what?”
“For the ropes, of course. Though,” Dean peers over his shoulder as his hands and then at Cas’s. “Only one of us has to.”
“One of us has to what?”
Dean huffs. “Did you hit your head, Cas? One of us has to use our teeth to undo our hands, and the one that’s freed can free the other and then we can get the hell out of here.” He tilts his head towards the window.
“Oh, right.”
Dean looks at Cas intently, worried. “You sure you don’t have a concussion?”
Cas thinks, seriously. His head doesn't hurt and he’s not dizzy. “No I’m fine but,” He tilts his head towards the sigil closest to them. “These are dampening my grace, and it’s probably why I feel weaker.” He gulps, feeling like he’s letting Dean down.
But Dean doesn’t make it a bigger fuss. “Oh shit, that okay, Cas. Come here,” He jerks his head. “Turn around and let me get the ropes off, okay, just sit tight.”
Cas feels his stomach flip as Dean scoots behind him. He feels Dean’s hot breath against his hands and then Dean’s teeth are tugging at the ropes. He feels Dean’s tongue whisper against his skin, his lips at some point and Cas holds very still, his jaw clenched as he begins to feel arousal bloom between his legs. Cas swallows a moan. This cannot be happening right now.
Dean continues to pull at the ropes, finding the weak spots and they slowly begin to loosen.
When part of the rope falls away, Cas is able to pull the rest off but he doesn’t turn around as he rubs at the raw skin. His arousal is more apparent now, a bulge in the front of his slacks and he knows Dean is going to notice.
“You alright?” Dean’s voice cracks slightly.
“Yeah, just a sec—” Cas tries to keep his voice steady as he stretches the ache in his joints, his back still turned to Dean.
"Cause I’d like to get my hands freed any minute now—” Dean says, only for his voice to leave him as Cas turns around on his knees. His eyes falls to Cas’s lap immediately and Cas’s hands fall to cover himself.
“I-I’m not sure why—” Cas tries to play it off, act dumb in the moment but Dean is still staring at him, his mouth parted open.
“Cas…”
“Let me undo the ropes for you.” Cas rambles as he begins to crawl around Dean.
Dean’s eyes widen and he lets out a startled noise. “No wait—” He jerks forward, and because his hands are behind his back, he loses his balance, falling face first directly into Cas’s lap.
Cas lets out a choked noise, somewhere between a gasp and groan, his hands immediately landing on Dean’s shoulders to push him off. Dean’s grunting, his hands straining in the ropes as he tries to lift himself off. His face presses into Cas’s crotch and both men let out a moan.
“So-sorry Dean—” Cas nearly whines, his face flushing red with embarrassment.
Dean groans as he’s finally back on his knees, his own face flushed red.
The two sit there for a moment, breathing heavily, Cas’s hands on Dean’s shoulders, Dean's eyes glued to Cas’s crotch.
“Let me get those ropes off.”
“Is that because of me?”
Both men speak at the same time, eyes wide.
Cas grimaces. “I…I mean…” He looks away, his brows furrowed in defeat. “Yes.” He huffs. “I apologize, Dean, its inappropriate and definitely not—”
Dean leans forward slightly, trying to catch Cas’s eyes. “Cas, I…” He starts, licking his lips. “Can I help you…take care of it?” He whispers, hesitantly.
Cas looks up, startled. “Why…why would you want to do that?”
Dean bites his lips, his eyes falling into his own lap. Cas follows his gaze, and to his admonishment, sees that Dean is in a similar state to him, his jeans tight across his lap.
“You—” Cas looks back up, noting Dean’s eyes dilated, his cheeks red. “At least let me untie you—”
“No! I—” Dean grins sheepishly. “I kinda want to be…restrained while I do it…”
Cas tilts his head, gulping as Dean suddenly lowers himself back down. “You…you want to—”
“I wanna taste you…please?”
Cas’s breath leaves his body as he nods fervently. He sits up on his knees, Dean watching almost hungrily as he pulls down his pants. He sees Dean’s hands flex in the ropes as he leans closer, his breath hot against Cas’s skin. Dean flicks his tongue along the head, teasingly and he smirks as Cas stifles a moan. He licks the tip, and Cas brings his hands to help hold Dean.
Dean moans at the touch and he swallows around Cas’s cock completely, moaning as he does so. Cas bites back a moan, his back arching as his hand in Dean’s hair tightens. Dean works his mouth, sliding his tongue down the length, before bobbing his head back up. He wraps his lips around the head and sucks, and Cas lets out a guttural groan. Dean hums happily, sucking harder as he goes further down.
“Dean—” Cas gasps. “I think—I think I’m close—” He groans as Dean licks his way back up, his mouth popping off with a wet, obscene sound.
“Come on my tongue, Cas.” Dean’s voice is hoarse as he sticks his tongue out.
Cas’s eyes darken even more as he begins to stroke himself. He comes quickly, letting out a breathy moan as his cock spills onto Dean’s tongue.
Dean lets out a moan, smirking as he licks up the cum along his lips. He swallows, his eyes never leaving Cas’s and the angel lets out a breath before crashing their lips together. They almost fall backwards, but Cas pulls them back, pressing Dean against his chest. Dean smiles into the kiss, moaning as Cas kisses him hungrily. His body begins to shake, his breathing ragged as Cas kisses along his face.
“Wanna come Cas—” Dean pleads, gasping as Cas immediately slides a hand down his jeans. He grips Dean’s cock and strokes, once, twice, as he kisses Dean’s lips again. Dean comes with a whine, spilling into his pants as his body shakes against Cas’s. Cas brushes his lips against Dean’s temple as Dean’s catches his breath.
When the break apart, Dean is smiling softly.
Cas relaxes, feeling any residual tension leave his body.
“Um…Cas?” Dean says, his voice rough.
“Yes, Dean?”
“Um, my hands?”
“Oh! Of course.” Cas crawls around Dean and gets the ropes off in record time, massaging the ache in Dean's shoulders.
“Cas—” Dean moans, brushing his hands away. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to wanna go for round 2.”
Cas blushes, his hands falling away. “Apologies Dean,”
“Don’t be.” Dean winks, getting to his feet. “Come on. Lets get out of here.” He walks towards the window, which looks just barely big enough for a six-foot man to crawl through. But they do, Cas lifting Dean up first. Dean lets out a moan as he feels Cas’s hands on his ass, and he winks down at Cas, making the angel’s cheeks turn even redder.
He climbs out and then swiftly pulls Cas up and they’re finally both out of that dingy basement. Dean winces, his back and shoulders aching, his wrists raw, and he’s now aware of the dried sticky mess in his pants.
Cas groans, his eyes illuminating as he feels his grace unravel inside him. He feels better, his mind less cloudy, and he looks at Dean with a new expression on his face. Dean gapes as he watches Cas smirk down as him before the angel begins pulling the hunter to his feet, sending a wave of grace through Dean, healing the raw skin and achy joints before cleaning up the mess in his pants.
“Damn, thanks Cas—” Dean says, not before getting cut off by Cas pressing his lips against Dean’s in a hungry kiss. Dean melts into it, grinning as he kisses Cas back with the same fervor.
"Lets get out of here Cas—” Dean all but whines into the kiss. “Want you to tie me up again—”
Cas blushes, kissing Dean's cheek.
Dean blushes as he continues. “I want you to use your tie.” He whispers, his hand hooking around Cas’s necktie. He tugs slightly, biting his lip.
Cas’s brows furrow. “Use my tie where?”
“Oh…everywhere.”
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