Dean won’t hit his knees for just anyone, but Cas doesn’t even have to ask to get him there. Or, here, rather; here, kneeling on industrial grade carpet in a semi-clean motel room between Castiel’s legs. Here at the edge of the bed Cas is sitting on, mouthing at his cock through his slacks, jaw tight with the anticipation of wrapping his lips around it. Castiel runs his fingers roughly through Dean’s hair, short nails scratch at his scalp, then Cas’ palm is on his crown to pull him in harder. Dean’s whimper slips out unbidden as he squirms closer on his knees, sucking at spit-wet fabric and looking up to see Castiel leaned back against his free hand, watching.
“Do you want it?”
Dean nods emphatically - as emphatically as he can with Castiel’s grip on his head, anyway - his hands shaking with excitement when he reaches up to grab at Castiel’s hips. He works his tongue and lips feverishly up and down the length of Castiel’s cock to prove it, but Cas just strokes through his hair again before sliding those long fingers under Dean’s jaw to pull his mouth away.
“Then tell me,” Castiel says, his voice hoarse and rougher than usual around the edges. "Tell me what you want.“
"I want.. I want your cock,” Dean whispers, his cheeks heating as though he’s admitting something Cas didn’t already know. Castiel traces the pad of his thumb across Dean’s lips, eyes narrowed as though he’s contemplating the offer. Dean squirms closer still, his knees pressed uncomfortably tight against the bed frame as Cas pulls at the swell of his lower lip; he lurches forward, lips opening around Castiel’s thumb, tongue pressing to the pad as he sucks for all he’s worth. He feels a swell of pride when Castiel’s breath hitches.
"I don’t think I heard you,” Cas murmurs, his thumb sliding halfway out of Dean’s mouth and back in again as a wicked, teasing smile tugs at the corners of his lips. His fingers curl under Dean’s chin again, the pad of his thumb pressing down hard until he’s holding Dean’s head immobile. His voice is soft, velvet around a ton of bricks when he says altogether too sweetly, “I want to hear you.”
