Oh, and these are the panties: http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4913/aw31044.jpg
Kind of a porn fail, sorry. I did want to go further with it.
**** How Cas found out about Rhonda Hurley and her panties, Dean doesn’t know, but he thinks it’s possible that the angel’s been reading his mind- and that’s definitely not a bad thing this time. The panties are teal, he thinks, with a little bow that he can’t decide whether he likes or wants to rip off, and lacy bits.
The satin’s warm against his skin, stretched tight across his cock as Cas arranges the material to his satisfaction, never touching him long enough or hard enough to make him come. It looks obscene, but that’s part of the attraction. It looks like it should be wrong but it’s so far from it.
“Lie back,” Castiel’s voice is pitched low, but the command is unmistakable, and Dean lets himself be pushed backwards until he feels the pillows at his back.
Dean props himself up on his elbows and watches the pre-come form a damp spot on the satin as Cas traces the outline of his cock with the tips of his fingers before he presses a kiss just above the edge.
“Cas,” Dean groans as his breath ghosts across the panties, seeping through the material to heat his skin. His cock twitches in anticipation. “Cas
In response, Cas leans forward, mouthing at the satin and Dean feels Cas’ tongue pressing against him, the sensation muffled by the satin, but still amazing, hard but soft and all wet heat. He has no idea what to do. Cas is sucking him off through the panties and he’s pretty sure he’s supposed to do something more than stare at him with his mouth hanging open like a shocked goldfish, but he’s damned if he can think of anything.
Castiel looks up at him through his lashes and this is going to kill him but he doesn’t care because it’s going to be a hell of a way to go.
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SPN - Dean/Castiel - crossdressing (r/nc-17ish)
Date: 2011-01-11 04:09 pm (UTC)Kind of a porn fail, sorry. I did want to go further with it.
****
How Cas found out about Rhonda Hurley and her panties, Dean doesn’t know, but he thinks it’s possible that the angel’s been reading his mind- and that’s definitely not a bad thing this time. The panties are teal, he thinks, with a little bow that he can’t decide whether he likes or wants to rip off, and lacy bits.
The satin’s warm against his skin, stretched tight across his cock as Cas arranges the material to his satisfaction, never touching him long enough or hard enough to make him come. It looks obscene, but that’s part of the attraction. It looks like it should be wrong but it’s so far from it.
“Lie back,” Castiel’s voice is pitched low, but the command is unmistakable, and Dean lets himself be pushed backwards until he feels the pillows at his back.
Dean props himself up on his elbows and watches the pre-come form a damp spot on the satin as Cas traces the outline of his cock with the tips of his fingers before he presses a kiss just above the edge.
“Cas,” Dean groans as his breath ghosts across the panties, seeping through the material to heat his skin. His cock twitches in anticipation. “Cas
In response, Cas leans forward, mouthing at the satin and Dean feels Cas’ tongue pressing against him, the sensation muffled by the satin, but still amazing, hard but soft and all wet heat. He has no idea what to do. Cas is sucking him off through the panties and he’s pretty sure he’s supposed to do something more than stare at him with his mouth hanging open like a shocked goldfish, but he’s damned if he can think of anything.
Castiel looks up at him through his lashes and this is going to kill him but he doesn’t care because it’s going to be a hell of a way to go.