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Dean knelt in the center of the bed with his wrists crossed behind his back. The blindfold he'd been instructed to put on obscured his vision and kept him surrounded in darkness. He shivered as cool air drifted across his bare skin.
“Beautiful,” Cas growled out.
Dean warmed under the praise. He felt a flush steal across his chest. No matter how many times his fiance had seen him in nothing but panties Dean still blushed.
Cas trailed fingertips down Dean's spine. “Sam is staying with Jo tonight, why don't I warm up that ass of yours?”
Dean pressed his lips together and nodded. He hadn't been given permission to make noise yet.
“Good,” Cas whispered as he pushed Dean over on all fours.
Dean arched his back and canted his hips, silently begging for what he wanted.
Cas obliged. His hand reared back before cracking over the lace covered skin of Dean's ass over and over.
After a handful of spanks Cas said, “You may make noise.” He loved Dean's obedience but couldn't stand having those pretty sounds hidden for long.
Dean moaned and leaned his upper body into the mattress. Heat spread across his ass and went straight to his hardening cock.
He wanted more but he didn't know how to ask for it. He wasn't even sure what “more” meant but the word kept rebounding through his pleasure soaked thoughts. More more more.
“More what, gorgeous?” Cas whispered. His hand paused to rub along the hot skin.
Dean whined and rocked back into Castiel's touch. He shook his head and gripped the the sheets hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
Cas frowned. Normally he could read Dean perfectly but he was at a loss. He couldn't figure out what Dean wanted if Dean wasn't even sure.
“Shh shh, it's okay,” he cooed as he ran a hand up and down Dean's spine.
Dean's body began to shake and he felt tears leak out behind the blindfold. His safeword was on the tip of his tongue when Cas whispered out, “Red.”
The breath exploded out of Dean in a hard rush and he collapsed onto the bed. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”
Cas leaped onto the bed and pulled Dean close. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Dean. The scene broke. It happens. It's no one's fault.”
The men lay together for several minutes, soaking up comfort in each other. Cas pulled the blindfold off but left Dean in his cuffs, sensing the sub needed the extra sensation to keep him grounded.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Cas asked as he swept a hand through Dean's hair.
Dean frowned. “I don't know.”
Castiel's hand stilled. “You don't know if you want to talk or . . .?”
“I don't know what happened.”
Cas started petting Dean's hair again, fingernails scratching lightly with each pass. “Tell me what had your mind working so hard.”
“More.”
Cas hummed a thoughtful note. “More. Okay. You don't know more what, I'm guessing.”
Dean made a frustrated sound and buried his face in Castiel's chest.
“Dean?” Cas whispered. He waited until those gorgeous green eyes fixed on his. “Do you think you want more pain?”
Dean jerked back and frowned hard. “What?”
Cas raked his eyes over Dean's stricken expression. “Do you remember when I asked if you wanted more intense impact play?”
Dean nodded, his eyes narrowing. They'd been dry humping on the couch.
“Do I have your permission to try?” Cas asked. “Not right now, obviously. Neither of us is in a proper state of mind for a scene, but I think next time. . .”
Dean's stomach churned but not with anxiety. No, that was excitement swirling in his gut.
“I'm not a freak, Cas.”
He should have known better. Dean found himself pinned to the mattress with Castiel looming over him.
Cas gripped Dean's chin. “I've told you I don't appreciate negativity directed at my submissive. What have I told you about exploring your kinks?”
“What kind of person gets off on pain? A spanking here and there is fine but more than that. . .” Dean clamped his mouth shut and turned his head.
Castiel sat back on his ankles, settling his weight across Dean's thighs. His hands went to his hips for a second before he reached for his phone and began tapping out a text message.
Dean looked at his partner incredulously. He was texting at a time like this? Rude.
Cas nodded at his phone before leaning down to kiss Dean chastely on the lips. “Get dressed. Jimmy is coming over.”
Dean blinked rapidly. “I'm not following.”
Cas pulled back and tilted his head to one side. “Jimmy didn't tell you?”
“Apparently not.”
A slow smirk crept across Castiel's face. “That asshole. I assume he would have mentioned it when he took you for pie that night.”
Dean leaned up on his elbows. “Still lost here, babe.”
“Jimmy's a submissive masochist, Dean. He's actually the one that introduced me to the lifestyle.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
Cas slapped a hand down on his bicep. “Not like that, you pervert.”
Dean laughed and shoved Cas over so he could roll off the bed and find his pants. “I don't know this story.”
“Another time. My journey. . . is complicated.”
The front door opened and closed as Dean hurriedly finished pulling jeans over his panty-clad ass. “Why did we give that asshole a key?”
“That was poor planning on your part,” Jimmy agreed as he sauntered into the room. “Because I have no sense of boundaries.”
Dean shook his head and finished buttoning his jeans. “Quit looking. Cas will dig your eyeballs out with a spoon.”
“Nah,” Jimmy shrugged. “Cas is all classy and shit. I'm sure he'd use a melon baller or something fancy.”
“Dean is correct. Please stop looking at my fiance's cock.” Cas said drily.
Jimmy shot Cas a wink. “But you buy such pretty things to put on it.”
In a flash, Cas had Jimmy crowded against a wall with his hand on his twin's throat. “Mine, not yours.”
Dean moved to interfere but watched as Jimmy relaxed in Castiel's hold. The normally brash twin lowered his eyes and let his arms fall to the side. Dean watched as Cas held the position for a beat before backing off.
Jimmy blinked a few times before turning to face Dean, cocky expression back in place. He grinned. “We shocked your Adonis, brother.”
“I assumed you would have told him during your heart-to-heart.”
Jimmy crossed his arms over his chest. “With Moose sitting right there? I'm not active in the lifestyle anymore so that information is generally not public knowledge.”
Cas scrubbed a hand over his face. “I forgot Sam was there with you. Apologies.”
Dean cleared his throat. “So, it's true?”
Jimmy smirked. “Yep.”
“No offense, dude. But you don't. . .”
Jimmy put a hand up. “Like everything about you screams sub?”
Dean pursed his lips before nodding. “Fair enough.”
Jimmy held out a hand, wiggling his fingers until Dean took it. “Come here, handsome.”
Cas pressed a kiss to Dean's temple. “I'm going to get juice.”
“But we didn't. . .” Dean trailed off at the look of authority on Castiel's face.
Jimmy chuckled and tugged Dean's hand. “He's not in the mood to argue this afternoon.”
The two men tumbled into the new king sized bed Cas and Dean had picked out when they officially began rooming together. Jimmy stretched out, pulling Dean's head to his chest.
Dean had learned very quickly that the Novaks were a touchy feely bunch. He'd only just recently stopped tensing up every time Jimmy touched him. He'd been afraid of tripping Castiel's jealousy meter but his fiance only rolled his eyes at his twin's disregard for Dean's personal space.
The truth was, Dean loved it. Not in a sexual kind of way, but in a “this is how comfortable we are around each other” kind of way. He actually thought it was awesome that he could relax and be himself around Jimmy and Anna without either thinking he was hitting on them.
Cas returned with three glasses of juice gripped in his hands. He set them down on the side table before passing Dean and Jimmy each one.
Dean shot Jimmy a playful glare. “How come you get my juice?”
Jimmy's answer was a loud gulp followed by an extended ahh sound.
Castiel rolled his eyes. “Children.”
“You love me,” Dean teased.
Cas huffed and leaned in for a kiss. “Very true.”
Jimmy faked a gag. “I came to talk about kinky sex not watch you two be all gross.”
Dean handed his empty glass to Cas and leaned back on Jimmy's lap. “So talk.”
Castiel laced his fingers with Dean's as he laid in the small space next to him on the mattress.
“I assume my baby brother had the 'it's okay to be a kinky sex fiend' talk with you already?” Jimmy teased as he ran his fingers through Dean's hair.
“He asks because he gave me the same talk when I was starting out,” Castiel interjected.
“I can feel you rolling your eyes, Jimmy.” Dean teased.
Jimmy huffed and tugged at Dean's hair in retaliation. “Have you ever seen more intense play, Adonis? Outside of porn?”
Dean frowned. “Like gone to one of those leather clubs or something? Hell no.”
Jimmy hummed, sounding so much like Cas. “I have a friend from when I was still doing scenes. He's local. Amazing dominant sadist. I'd be willing to scene with him if you're more of a show than tell kind of guy.”
Dean tilted his head to look at Cas. “And we would be. . .”
“Watching and not participating,” Castiel finished.
Dean sat up suddenly. “You told me once you weren't into the S and M parts of the acronym.”
Jimmy's whole body tensed and he held his breath. Dean gave him a wide eyed glance, afraid he'd fucked up.
Cas ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. “That's due to the part of my journey we haven't discussed. You're different, Dean. You tried new things for me. Trust me when I say I'm okay and I want to do this with you.”
Dean melted. “I'm not even totally sure I want this, Cas. I don't know what I want.”
“We can find out together,” Castiel whispered as he leaned in to take Dean's lips.
Jimmy growled playfully and shoved out from under Dean. “I'm gonna make a call before I vomit.”
Dean licked into Castiel's mouth and shot Jimmy the finger over his shoulder. He always was good at mutli-tasking.