SPN Ficlet: Ravenous, Dean/Castiel

[annundriel]

Ravenous
Dean/Castiel
R
255
Spoilers for 5.14.
Dean wants.

So when I was busy freaking out over Misha's hands (mmmmmm), spacefragments brought up his mouth (mmmmmm). And then this happened. Thanks to ginnith for the read-through.


It’s all goddamn Famine’s fault. If Famine hadn’t ridden into town, turning everyone’s hunger up to eleven, Cas never would have been stuffing his face with burgers numbering in the low hundreds. If Cas had never done that, Dean would never have watched in mildly horrified fascination. And if Dean’s attention had been elsewhere, he never would have thought about what else Cas might slip between those lips of his.

So it’s all Famine’s fault, because now he can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop thinking about the fullness of Cas’ bottom lip and the way it would feel against his skin, the underside of his cock. The way it would slip and catch and stutter, leading to that sinfully delicious mouth, hot and wet and waiting for Dean to slide right in.

Dean can’t stop thinking of the way Cas would look, on his knees for him. Hungering for him. Want and take and have wrapped up in need and right and now.

And Dean wants, god he wants. Everything and all of it, over and over. Wants to fuck and kiss and hold, teach and touch. Feel.

Wants to feel Cas’ lips wrapped around him, twist his fingers through Cas’ hair and hang on. To wrap his own lips around Cas until Cas is the one groaning and coming and losing control, hands shaking, fingers hot against Dean’s skin, breath blowing out Dean’s name in gusts through bitten, parted, kiss-bruised lips.

Dean’s not broken; he just didn’t know what he was hungering for.

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