Title: Do You Want to Come?
Word Count: 2.3k
Tags/Warnings: Bondage, mild D/s, edging, begging, mild spanking, toys/plugs, handjob, blowjob, panties, mild pain play, grace play, dirty talk, sounding (kind of)
Alternate Link: AO3
Do You Want to Come?
Sam doesn’t know how long it’s been. It feels like forever that he’s
been immobile, strapped onto a bondage chair, comfortable yet secure,
arms out at his sides at shoulder level, legs spread, head against the
The cute little pink mesh panties with black trim
are soaked with sweat and the lace has rubbed a sore spot behind his
balls because he just can’t sit completely still, and Cas has been
keeping him on edge, nearly mindless for hours or days or years.
last thing Cas used on him was a sleeve attached to a vibrator, and Sam
lost count of how many times he’d almost come only to thrash about and
whimper as Cas stopped all stimulation, backing him off again.
a vibrating butt plug in his ass that Cas turns on at random times, and
he thinks he might finally be losing his mind because he swears there’s
something trailing over his dick, but he can’t see anything, and Cas is
nowhere near him.
Cas is across the room, leaning against the
desk. Sam’s desk in Sam’s room. It’s a mindfuck in and of itself
because this is where he sleeps. Researches. Watches movies with Cas
while they sit on the bed, elbows rubbing against one another as Cas
flicks jelly beans at him.
Sam gasps as something rubs over the
tip of his dick, and for a moment he’s scared. He’s seen enough bad
shit in his life that there could be any number of things on his dick,
but he looks up at Cas again and his body relaxes.
alarmed. He isn’t upset. And he isn’t running across the room to kill
whatever creature has decided to tease Sam’s piss hole. Which means Cas
is doing it.
“Oh, fuck,” Sam moans, his head dropping back on the padded head rest.
has always believed in angels. They were something fascinating and
beautiful, and even though he’s come to think of Cas as his friend and
lover, he still can’t help but feel a sense of awe.
An angel is
driving him wild, touching him, using his grace to make Sam squirm and
cry out. Sam almost comes right then and there, but something pinches
“Ah! Cas, please! Please!” Sam begs as he gives Cas his best ‘you know you wanna let me come’ face.
doesn’t say anything, and Sam doesn’t know if he can take any more.
His muscles are cramping and his dick is so hard, so red that even the
soft breeze created by Cas walking by him makes his skin tingle. He
feels even more exposed with Cas still in slacks, a button-down shirt,
Sam bites his lip as Cas flicks a nipple. Cas walks
around behind the chair, and Sam shivers because his ass is hanging out
in the air, waiting for Cas to do whatever he wants. The bondage chair
supports his thighs, back, and arms, but Cas has access to everything
He hears the smack before he feels it and squeezes his eyes
shut, because even though it’s not over the butt plug, it jostles the
plug inside him. The burn of the smack makes his teeth clench, and he
braces himself for the next one on the other cheek, but it still makes
him cry out, makes more precome ooze out of his cock.
Sam loves to
be at the mercy of Cas. To give himself over to someone willingly.
Someone he trusts won’t abuse that power. Someone who wants Sam to feel
good. Someone who knows exactly what Sam likes and doesn’t like.
Someone who loves him enough to hold him afterward, kissing him and
telling him how proud he is of Sam.
Cas runs the tips of his
fingers over Sam’s right arm and down his torso as he walks around to
face Sam, then kneels between his legs, resting his arms on thighs.
“Do you want to come, Sam?” Cas asks as if he doesn’t know.
Sam says, nodding. His sweat-soaked hair falls in his eyes, and Cas
reaches up, pushing his hair back. "Please, Cas. Please.“
look so good here,” Cas says, that intense stare directed at Sam. "In
your pretty pink panties,“ he says as he runs a finger over the material
bunched under his balls.
Sam gasps, the pain enough to make him
squirm. He drops his head back on the headrest and whimpers as the
tingling inside his dick starts up again. He hasn’t paid attention,
can’t remember when it stopped, but it’s going again and almost feels
like waves. His brain can’t really comprehend it.
Cas, oh fuck!” Sam cries out as the plug in his ass vibrates on high,
but this time the same sensation is inside his dick.
thing that keeps him from going over the edge is the firm tug on his
balls just before it all dies down again, leaving Sam panting. He
blinks up at the ceiling, his whole body trembling.
“Do you want to come, Sam?” Cas asks.
Sam lifts his head and looks Cas in the eye. "Yes. Please, Cas. Hurts. It fuckin’ hurts.“
"What hurts?” Cas asks.
huffs out a laugh that’s almost hysterical. Cas can tell exactly what
hurts. He can see everything, can look deep into Sam. Sees the damaged
soul and the meat suit holding it in. Cas knows, but he wants Sam to
talk to him because he likes to hear Sam’s breathy, aroused voice.
my balls,” Sam says, because that’s the worst thing at the moment.
“And my dick. And my balls. And my ass from where you spanked me,” he
says, adding a little pout for emphasis.
Cas smiles. "Do you want me to stop?“ he asks.
"No!” Sam blurts.
learned the first time they played what stopping means. It doesn’t
mean Sam gets to come. It means Cas unties him and they cuddle for a
while in bed, and even though Sam really, really wants to snuggle up to
Cas and feel safe and loved in his arms, he wants to come first.
“What do you want?” Cas asked.
yeah. Sam feels silly for not realizing. He’d been so lost in the
sensations that he’d forgotten one of the reasons Cas does this in the
“Want you to make me come,” Sam says. "I want you to
play with me as much as you want, and then I want you to… I want you
to make me come. Wanna come so fuckin’ bad, Cas. Please. And after I
come, after you make me scream, I want you to get yourself off. I wanna
watch you come. I want you to come all over me.“
forward and licks the underside of Sam’s cock, making him whimper. Cas’
tongue flicks over the little bundle of nerves just under the head of
Sam’s cock as his fingers pinch and twist the skin of Sam’s balls.
shit. Shit. Cas, that fuckin’, ah-ow,” Sam whines, trying to close
his legs even though he knows he can’t. Not the way Cas has him tied.
howls as the plug in his ass starts again just as Cas squeezes his
balls. He thrashes on the chair, toes curling and his skin getting sore
wherever he’s bound.
All the sensation stops, and Sam blinks the tears out of his eyes as he looks down at Cas.
“Do you want to come?” Cas asks.
lets out a noise of frustration. Almost a growl. "Yeah. I wanna
come,“ he says through clenched teeth. "I don’t know what you want me
to say, Cas.”
Something brushes over his nipples. It’s like a
gust of wind, and it startles him for a moment, but then he moans. He
has a sudden desire to run out of the bunker and tell everyone he
encounters that an angel can drive him wild with his grace. That Cas
uses something supernatural to play him so expertly.
“Sam,” Cas says.
Cas,” Sam says, nodding. "I’m here.“ And he knows he wasn’t for a
moment. Knows that Cas could tell. Probably even knows what he was
thinking about. Cas wants him there with him. So Sam nods again,
clearing his mind of anything but Cas. "I’m here.”
“Good boy,” Cas says. "Do you want to come?“
thrashes about, so frustrated that he lets out a scream, slamming his
head back against the headrest. "Yes! I want to come! Just like all
the other times I said I wanted to come. I still want to-ah!” he yelps
as Cas starts sucking his cock.
He’s so hard that the suction
almost hurts, but it feels amazing, and Sam never wants it to stop. He
tries to thrust up into Cas’ mouth, but he’s too tightly bound to the
“Please lemme come, please!” Sam babbles. He thinks maybe
he says other things, but he’s too lost. He’s too turned on and
Cas isn’t hurried. The suction is almost inhuman, but
his head bobs at a slow pace, and Sam wishes he could break through the
restraints and grab Cas’ head, fuck his face and come down his throat.
the thought of doing that to Cas, doing that to an angel pushes him
closer to the edge than he’s been all night, and as his balls pull up
tight against his body, he bites his lip, hoping and praying that Cas
doesn’t realize he’s so close. That he’s about to come.
Fuck, Cas, no! No! Fuck!” Sam screams, not giving a fuck if his voice
carries outside the room because Cas is flicking his balls, his mouth no
longer wrapped around Sam’s cock.
Cas flicks his balls until Sam lets out a sob, tears running down his cheeks. Tears of frustration and pain.
“Do you want to come?” Cas asks, flicking his balls one more time.
Sam screams, yanking forward in the restraints, and whether he’s trying
to intimidate Cas or just get his point across isn’t really clear in
his head, but he just knows he wants it. "I want to fucking come! I
want to come! If you didn’t fuckin’ hear me the first thousand times,
I’ll say it again. I. Want. To. Come.“
Cas starts stroking his
cock. It’s fast, and his hand is so tight around Sam’s cock that Sam
feels himself almost going over the edge again. He doesn’t know what
his body’s doing. He doesn’t know what he should say or if Cas is ever
going to let him come.
"Please, please, please,” Sam chants,
squeezing his eyes shut and willing Cas to just let him come, and then
it stops. "No! No! Cas, fuckin’… No! I wanna fuckin’ come! Just
let me come! Please, Cas!“
"Do you want to come?” Cas asks.
nerves are on fire, and he lets out a noise that sounds like a dying
animal as he yanks and kicks and shakes and screams. When he finally
settles, panting and shaking so badly that he doesn’t think he could
stand if he had to, Cas is there, looking up at him with no expression
on his face, but his hand is moving on Sam’s dick, the pressure just
right, the speed just right, and Sam doesn’t want to hope, but he can’t
Cas kisses his inner thigh, mouths his way over to Sam’s
balls and sucks. Sam babbles, but he doesn’t even know what he’s
saying. He thinks he begging, but he can’t even make his mouth move
right, and when the sensation inside his dick starts up again, it’s too
much. His balls ache as he comes, his cock jerking so hard he’d be
impressed if it weren’t for the fact he’s gone.
He thrusts up,
fucking Cas’ hand as best he can, hands balled into fists and toes
pushing against the cement flooring. When he done, his body collapses
against the chair. He blinks at the ceiling, his stomach convulsing
with the aftershocks, and his panting breaths are almost not enough.
doesn’t notice what’s going on until he’s in bed, his body clean and
the plug out of his ass. The restraints are gone, and Cas is snuggling
up to him, putting his head down on Sam’s shoulder and wrapping his
right arm around Sam’s chest.
Cas places gentle kisses on Sam’s
neck and shoulder, and Sam feels so warm, so content and boneless that
he almost can’t keep his eyes open. He can tell the panties are gone,
and the spot under his balls is healed.
He remembers that
conversation he had with Cas months ago. About how frustration has
always made him come really hard, but he’s never had anyone frustrate
him as much as Cas has, and even though it’s not something Sam would
want to do all the time, Sam feels pride swell in his chest, because Cas
did that for him. He had listened and used everything he knew about
Sam to give him one of the best orgasms he’d ever had.
“I love you, Sam,” Cas whispers, then kisses him on the cheek before settling down.
“Love you too, Cas,” Sam replies, already half asleep.