Hi 🙂 I’ve got a few requests ahead of yours, but I’ll add it to my to-do list.
Tags/Warnings: Dean/Castiel, enema, shaving, fluff, no sex
Alternate Link: AO3
Dean didn’t like it. At least not at first. He didn’t see the point. Sex was sex, which he really liked, but getting cleaned out and prepared? No. That was done in private and why would anybody else be interested in that?
“Almost done,” Cas says as he wipes the hair and shaving cream off the razor.
Dean’s spread out on the bed, naked with a towel beneath him, legs wide with Cas kneeling between them as he gently cleans all the hair away from Dean’s crotch.
But that’s just it. Dean’s never had anyone do this for him. He’s never had anyone interested in it. But Cas loves it. Cas takes his time, using soft touches and soothing words, all while Dean gets pampered. And it wasn’t until Dean finally let him do it a time or two that Dean realized just how much he enjoyed it.
Sure, it was mostly for Cas, but Dean liked the attention, the clean shave, the very thorough moisturizing Cas would do so Dean wouldn’t get ingrown hairs, and the way Cas would talk to him while he was doing it.
“Are you too cold?” Cas asked.
“No, I’m good,” Dean said.
Cas didn’t talk a mile a minute, and he didn’t really say anything of importance, but the softly-murmured words coming from Cas were soothing and relaxing and everything Dean didn’t know he wanted.
Dean moaned as Cas wiped him clean with a warm washcloth. Nothing was ever cold. Cas always used warm water, warm lube, warm tools, and he’d even warm the razor in his hand before using it on Dean.
“Roll onto your side,” Cas said, mostly rolling Dean into position himself. "Relax for me.“
Dean was totally relaxed. Cas didn’t need to tell him. Cas spread his ass cheeks and lubed up his hole before gently pushing the tip of the enema hose into him.
“I’m starting the water now,” Cas said.
Dean closed his eyes as he felt the water flow into him. It wasn’t shocking because it was warm, and he didn’t really feel it other than a sense of fullness that was getting more intense as Cas filled him up.
“You’re going to keep it in for three minutes before I help you to the toilet,” Cas said.
“Okay,” Dean said, smiling as Cas leaned down and kissed Dean’s hip.
“Any cramps?” Cas asked, hand trailing over Dean’s stomach.
“Not yet,” Dean said.
Cas gently massaged Dean’s stomach with his left hand while holding the enema tube with his right. Dean hissed as the first cramp hit, and Cas eased back on the flow of water. Dean couldn’t feel how fast it was coming out of the tube, but he knew Cas well enough to know that Cas had rolled the little wheel forward, closing off the tube so only a trickle of water was running into him, giving him a chance to adjust to the water.
“Is it better yet?” Cas asked.
“Yeah,” Dean said, nodding.
Cas rolled the wheel backward, the flow of water increasing and soon enough Cas patted his hip.
“Squeeze. I’m going to take it out now,” Cas said.
Dean did as he was told, and managed to hold the water as Cas pulled the tip out of his hole.
“Time starts now,” Cas said, fingers trailing over Dean’s skin, always touching, always caressing.
Kisses down his spine, over his hip, along his side, down his arm, and even the tips of his fingers are kissed. Dean doesn’t remember when this became something he craved or even allowed in the first place, but he doesn’t know what he’d do without it anymore. What he’d do without Cas.
“Time’s up,” Cas said, climbing off the bed and helping Dean up. "We’ll take a shower, get all clean before I make you all messy again.“
If someone had told Dean a few years ago that subspace could be found without pain, he wouldn’t have believed them. But as he sits down on the toilet, quiet and obedient, letting Cas stroke his hair, murmur encouraging words, and kiss his forehead, Dean forgets about everything else for a while and just lets Cas worry about it for him.