always_enduphere | (no subject)

[from here]

"Come in, Dean," Castiel says, voice soft as he walks over to shut and lock the door. The chains are hanging from the ceiling and his bag on the nearby bed with anything they may need afterwards. It is very different than anything else they've done but he's startled by how much he wants it. He turns back to Dean, cupping his cheek as he presses close.

"You are free to talk or make noise as you see fit but I want to use the chains, the usual ones. You won't be able to touch me and I want it that way. You have no part to play in this other than to accept what I want to give you and do to you. I want to make you beg and I want to make you come, more than once. I want you to let me take care of you. Are you amenable to this?"

He doesn't have permission to do it, but just knowing that he needs permission at all is enough to bow Dean's head against Castiel's shoulder, body curling close to soak in his warmth. In the space of only a few breaths, he's as lightheaded as he'd ever been after stroke after stroke from the crop, and Dean nods slowly against Castiel's shirt, fingers moving to the hem of his own shirt.

"Clothes off?" he asks with some effort.

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Castiel closes his eyes and buries his face in Dean's hair, placing a careful kiss to the top of his head as he gently grabs his hands.

"Yes, but I will do it for you," he murmurs, tugging the fabric and pulling it up, fingers skimming along Dean's bare sides as he pulls it over his head. He tosses it on to the bed, walking Dean over to the chains.

"I am going to put the chains on you and finish taking your clothes off. Kiss me, first."