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Oct. 14th, 2013 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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"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.
"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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Date: 2013-10-31 05:52 am (UTC)He slumps forward, free hand gripping at the back of Dean's neck as his other hand slides in the mess between their bellies before wrapping around Dean's waist.
"I love you," he breathes, keeping his eyes closed as he comes down, pressing a gentle kiss against Dean's shoulder. In a few minutes he will unchain Dean, clean him up and take him home. But for now, he just soaks up his warmth and the idea that this was a good thing. This felt good. And they can have this again.