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Cas bit his lip nervously as he slumped down onto the bed, pulling out his cellphone to call Dean. They hadn't been able to see each other that weekend. Cas reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly as he waited for Dean to pick up. He felt so dirty doing this, but he didn't care.
Dean picked up and rubbed his face. "Cas, it's late. What do you want?"
"I- I'm sorry for waking you Dean it's just-" Castiel cut himself off with a soft moan. "I- Could you... Could you help me for a moment?"
Dean sat up in bed. "What is it?! Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes Dean I'm fine," Cas chuckled softly. "Quite fine indeed." He let himself moan again, a bit louder this time. "Can you- Can you talk dirty to me, Dean?" he purred softly.
Dean smiled. The moan itself got him going. He reached for his moisturizer and slid off his pants. He laughed into the phone. "Are you hard already?"
Cas nodded before remembering Dean couldn't see him. "Yes," he said, his voice breathy. "It's hard not to be when I'm thinking of you."
"God, your voice is hot right now," Dean breathed
Cas smirked. "You like my voice, don't you? I bet I could make you come by just talking."
"I bet I can make you come quicker."
"Is that a challenge?" Cas asks.
"Fuck yeah, it is."
"Mm, Dean, I like it when you swear," he groans out, making sure to drag Dean's name out as if it had seven syllables.
Dean closed his eyes and laid his head back on the bed rest. "God, I wish I was at your place so I could take your whole fucking cock in my mouth," he slurred.
Cas' breath hitched and he chuckled slightly, the noise low and rumbly. "I love the feeling of your wet mouth around my cock, Dean. Oh, god."
"I would like up and down and suck at the tips. Cas, I would have you begging." He groaned. "Begging."
Cas' head lolled back at the vision, and he shuddered, his hand quickening slightly. "Dean, I wish you were here so I could just sink down onto your cock and fuck myself stupid."
Dean was starting to feel himself reaching the end, but he wasn't about to let Cas win. "Oh God, yes, Cas. I want to be inside you. Hit against your hot little ass again and again. Fuck, I want to see that ass right now." His breath shook, he tried to hold back his orgasm
Cas moaned loudly and he was so close. "D-Dean," he shuddered, just barely holding on. "Oh god, Dean. I want your cock in my ass so bad. I want you to fuck me hard and long until I come all over you."
Dean held tight onto his bed sheets, as though they would keep him grounded. He stifled a groan. He laughed, "If my dad weren't home right now I'd be fucking screaming. Cas." Dean banged his head against the head board and slammed his hips up and down, in and out of his hand. "Cas. Fuck. I'm so close."
Cas' hand was moving up and down quickly, and his hips were rocking back and forth urgently. "Fuck your dad, yell for me Dean. Scream my name loud enough for all of heaven's angels to her you and know that you are mine," he growled, his voice low and more grumbly than usual.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Cas. Caaas. I'm yours Cas. I'm all yours. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come all over the fucking place, Cas. Oh, fuck! Just imagining you in your room, fucking yourself to my voice. I... Cas... Cas..."
Cas came with a strangled cry of Dean's name, his semen bursting all over his hand and his abdomen. "Fuck, Dean," he groaned, his hand still in motion to help him ride off his orgasm. "Jesus fuck."
Dean screamed some unintelligible sounds as he felt his orgasm ride through his body. He shook furiously and spilled out all over his bed. "Cas." He breathed. "Fuck. That was so hot."
Cas had to wait a moment before replying, catching his breath. "Oh, Dean. That was - oh fuck Dean - that was so good. Next time you'd better be here to fuck me yourself," he said, chuckling slightly.
"Well, what do I get for winning?"
"Anything, I don't care," he whispered, I bit tired from the escapades of the night.
Dean smiled and threw the dirty sheets off his bed. "You owe me a blow job. That's my prize. No compromises."
Cas smiled. "I'd be happy to."