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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester, Anna_Milton
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Churches_&_Cathedrals, Religion_Kink, Voice
      Kink, Dominant/Top_Dean, Submissive/Bottom_Castiel, Tie_Kink, Gags,
      Fingerfucking, Anal_Sex, Plug_and_Play_Sex, Rimming, Dirty_Talk,
      Boyfriends
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-19 Words: 2623
****** Purity Ring ******
by IceFemme
Summary
     Dean & Castiel are the ideal abstinence couple at their community
     church. However, what they get up to afterwards is none of the
     church's business.
Notes
     i typed this here so please don't get deleted *crosses fingers* & so
     for some reason it doesnt show me whats a typo or grammar fragment so
     bare with me here
See the end of the work for more notes
Every Sunday is Church Day due to Castiel's strict Christian upbringing. Ever
since Mary's uncle died when Dean was about seventeen and Sam almost fourteen,
they had gone to church every other Sunday (or every fourth Sunday).
But a month ago, Dean was forced to rush out of bed after a very wet dream
involving a muscular dark haired slut riding his cock like a pro. So no shower
plus nice slacks was not an enticing option.
John hurdles his boys into the seats while Mary begins conversing with an older
couple to their right. After a song that Dean blatantly refuses to sing along
to, everyone sits down and Dean allows his eyes to wander a little.
His arm rests on the back of the wooden pew as he scopes out a boy just a row
behind his across the aisle. The corner of his lips curl up because, fuck, does
he feel a little nostalgic after the dream he had just barely an hour previous.
To his surprise, the dark haired boy turns towards Dean and cocks a beautifully
arched dark brow. Dean mouths 'hey' while the boy just smirks slightly and
squints his azure blue eyes at the brunette boy. 
There's another song so they all have to stand up, but it's thankfully only
another fifteen minutes after that and Dean sneaks off to find the cute boy
from earlier. Sam tries to follow him in hopes of getting out of the stupid
church, but Dean lies and says he's going to the bathroom.
When he spots the dark haired boy, he's standing with two tall stern men and a
red haired woman. They all look a good five or so years older than the teen,
but he catches Dean's eye and dismisses himself from who the Winchester boy
assumes are his siblings.
"Hey," Dean repeats, happy that they're finally alone.
"Hello. I'm Castiel." He twiddles his thumbs awkwardly and Dean thinks it's the
cutest thing he's ever seen. "I'm a junior at Lawrence High, my family and I
just moved a couple months--"
"Shut up, Castiel," Dean says and takes a step closer to the still slightly
nervous teen and corners him against a wall that is secured from the larger
part of the people in the lobby. Dean's feeling particularly horny from just
being close to the boy so he drops the hand from Castiel's waist to ghost over
his crotch, squeezing it firmly.
Castiel lets out a high pitched mewl that goes straight to Dean's cock. "How
about we take this outside, hmm, Cas?"
The dark haired boy nods furiously and they head for the door when two people
come out of a room and close the door behind them. Dean yanks Castiel behind
him and they sneakily file into the room and lock it behind them. It's just a
storage room with lots of racks of binders and supplies. Dean slams Castiel
against the wall hard enough to make some of the racks shake and a book falls
out of a bookcase.
"You're going to get on your knees and suck my hard cock," Dean ordered,
unzipping his slacks. "Smear the precum up my length and suck it all into your
mouth."
Castiel hastily licks his lips before he shoots Dean one last nervous look and
sinks to his knees. "That's a good boy," Dean acknowledges, patting Castiel's
wild hair. "Look at me," he says in a deep voice.
The younger boy looks up at Dean with his big azure blue eyes and the brunette
almost gets a heart attack Cas is so fucking gorgeous. He's amazing, and Dean
only just met him. 
Dean slowly begins to roll his hips into Castiel's awaiting mouth. Cas moans
loudly, letting his eyes flutter to a shut as Dean pushes his length all the
way to the opening of his throat. "Ohhh," Dean praises, "how beautiful, what a
pretty little face slurping on my cock. How old are you again?"
Cas coughs but the brunette boy pulls out of his mouth long enough for Castiel
to sputter, "Sixteen," before he eagerly laps his tongue around Dean's head and
sucks it into his mouth.
Dean assumes that's fine since he's only a year older and knots his fingers
into the boy's hair. "Yeah, massage my balls, babe," he encourages and
Castiel's hand that isn't stroking his own cock comes up and kneads Dean's
tightening balls carefully. "Atta babe, oh fuck."
Dean comes with a loud growl, tightening his hands in Castiel's hair almost
painfully, but the younger boy won't complain because he's coming also, and the
pressure on his head is probably what gave him the extra push. They're both a
breathy sweaty mess in the end; Dean puts himself back into his pants and sinks
down to his haunches to place a hand on the back of Castiel's neck so they're
eye to eye.
They share a deep kiss quickly before Dean pulls away and watches the boy with
a look of lust and want in his eyes. Dean can tell he's restraining himself and
for that he's proud.
"What a good boy," Dean reiterates, pulling Castiel up with him. "Are you
satisfied?"
Castiel has a dazed look on his face still but he still nods. "Yes, I--I..."
He flushes and looks down at the ground. Dean can't imagine anyone cuter and
pulls the boy to him as they head out of the storage room.
Sam's pacing the halls and stops immediately when he spots his older brother
with a tired looking Castiel clinging to his chest. "Dean! You goddamn retard!
I've been looking for you for fifteen fucking minutes!"
Dean gasps falsely. "You dare say the lord's name in vain here?"
Sam clenches his fists by his sides and mutters, "B--bastard..." with a growl.
"I'm going over to Castiel's house," Dean says with a yawn. Sam just looks at
him with a bitchface and then glares at Castiel.
"You realize I've been searching for you and mom and dad ditched me here to go
out to lunch without me, right?"
Dean sort of half shrugs and holds Castiel closer to his side. "See you,
Sammy." Cas just nuzzles his face into the crook of Dean's neck when they exit
the building.
===============================================================================
 
"You two are the ideal couple at Lawrence Church of Christianity," Father Liam
says to the two boys who stand side by side.
Castiel giggles and bites his lower lip. Dean just smirks back at him and
knocks into his boyfriend.
"Please lift up your left hands, boys," the man says and both Dean and Castiel
show the expansive room their matching purity rings. "They are choosing the
right path with abstinence. They will keep themselves pure until marriage,
whenever they should chose to wed," he says with a smile and the boys are given
waves to return to their seats. Although Dean is almost eighteen and a half,
Castiel is freshly seventeen so he promised he would wear it until they both
graduate and leave Lawrence. To save face, mostly. Especially after the huge
"confusion" about them banging around in the supply closet almost a year ago.
It's like tradition now to go over to Castiel's house after church (or Dean's
when his parents are on business trips) to hang out. And by 'hang out', I think
you catch the drift.
"We can't today," Castiel says quietly beside Dean in his 1967 Chevy Impala.
It's a gorgeous car and Castiel can't help but run his fingers along the
upholstery. 
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Dean asks nonchalantly. 
"Michael's over for the weekend," Castiel continues, twiddling his thumbs. Dean
grabs his hands and holds them tightly in his hand, the warmth spreading up
Cas' arm.
Dean smirks cheekily. "Well then we'll just have to see how quiet you can be,"
he says as he parks outside Cas' house. The dark haired boy shoots his
boyfriend a terrified look but gets out of the car.
Micheal's head bounces up when the boys enter the door to Castiel's expansive
house. The older boy puts his newspaper down and gets up to greet the two of
them.
"Rachel will be over with Inias for dinner tonight," Michael states. Castiel
nods as he slips off his loafers by the door. Rachel is Michael's wife and
Inias is his very young son, a very quiet boy that looks surprisingly similar
to Castiel, minus the blue eyes. 
"Can Dean stay for dinner?" Castiel asks hopefully.
Michael cocks a single arched brow and shrugs. "It can be arranged," he mutters
off handedly as he heads down the hall. Castiel turns to Dean with excitement
but Dean glares at the back of Michael's retreating head.
"Sorry sweetheart, but I would rather fuck a fat girl than sit at your table
with his rude ass and his bitch of a wife," Dean says with evident annoyance. 
Castiel humphs but Dean wraps a secure arm around him and guides him up the
stairs. "I want to do it in my room this time," Castiel says stubbornly like a
child.
Dean smiles and kisses his forehead. "Sure." They had this thing where they
would fuck in other rooms, like Anna's old room, or in Castiel's parent's bed,
and once in the screen room where anyone can see them if they look outside.
They get inside and Dean tells Castiel to get undressed.
"You liked the plug I got you?" Dean asks with a smile. Castiel nods shyly as
he pulls down his nice slacks to show Dean the lacy green thong that makes his
ass look so plump and perfect that Dean just walks up behind him and clamps
both hands on the fleshy mounds. He presses his hard on secured in his briefs
against the cleft of his boyfriend's ass and rubs it along the line, making Cas
squirm.
"I used it this morning," Castiel replies, leaning up and pressing his whole
back against Dean's hard chest. He lifted a hand and held it to Dean's cheeks
so that they could share a kiss quick before he added, "I woke up at six to try
it," he blushes, "And used it until church."
Church is at ten.
"Thank you, Dean," Castiel says, turning around and cupping both of Dean's
cheeks to kiss him full on the lips this time. "I love it."
Dean's fingers were spreading Cas' cheeks apart while they made out, and to be
honest, Dean loved it when Castiel squirmed against him and pressed closer.
Dean noticed first that Castiel was nicely loose from earlier, just open enough
for Dean to slide in without preparation.
So Dean pulled away and pushed Castiel onto the bed. "You're going to be a good
boy for me?"
"Y--yes," Castiel whimpers. "What--whatever you want me to do, Daddy..."
Dean already too hard and he feels like he's about to blow in his pants from
just his darling boyfriend being a little slut. He walks around the bed,
untying his tie as he does so, sliding it off from around his neck and whip it
at Castiel's back.
"Shut up, Castiel," Dean says in a dark voice. "What did I say about being
quiet?" he asks. Before Castiel can respond, Dean throws the tie in front of
Castiel's mouth and ties it behind his head, successfully gagging him. "Atta
boy."
Castiel whimpers dejectedly and lowers his head to his crossed arms.
"Let's see this boy pussy here," Dean suggests. He slaps Castiel's ass hard
before pulling apart his cheeks and gazing at Cas' little pucker. "Your sweet
little boy hole is twitching, baby," Dean observes and leans in to lick it.
Castiel bucks forward moaning loudly, and for that he gets another slap. Dean
returns his mouth to Castiel's hole and sucks on the rim, forcing his tongue
inside of his boyfriend and licking him inside out. He keeps whispering praises
and blasphemy at the same time, his "beautiful slutty cockwhore", "fat fucking
sexy ass", etc.
Dean pulls back when Castiel's moaning is getting too loud and slaps a hand
right over Castiel's puckering hole, forcing more loud slutty moans to escape
his panting mouth. The tie is thin so he can still make somewhat intelligable
noises, but everything is too muffled by his moaning.
"Had enough, darling? You want me to fuck you now?" Castiel nods his head
profusely. "Yeah? You want that?"
"Deeennah, plezzz," Castiel manages, tears forming in his eyes.
Dean hums, "I don't know if I think you're ready, baby." He's really just
teasing him now, but Castiel won't have it.
He cants his hips up right into Dean's hardly clothed hard-on. Cas whimpers
some more and Dean takes pity.
"I guess you have been good for me," Dean offers to consider. Castiel nods his
head, moaning as he grinds his ass against Dean's hard on that is thrumming
he's itching to fuck his boy. "Been on your best behaviour?" Dean grunts out.
"Yeesssh...!" Castiel agrees, unable to stop rolling his ass back into Dean's
hips. 
Dean spreads Cas' cheeks and slaps his hole hard, eliciting a surprised shriek
from Castiel, and then spits on it. "Do you want Michael to walk in here?" Dean
grinds out.
Castiel shakes his head and offers his ass up to Dean. He whines a plead once
again before Dean sighs and pretends like he's being put upon to fuck his own
boyfriend. With a smirk, he pulls down his slacks and tight briefs and steps
out of them. The brunette boy lines his cock up with Cas' hole, making sure to
rub his cockhead over the wetness to tease.
It's hard to control himself after that. Castiel's ass sucks him in like a drug
addiction. Dean's soon enough fucking his boy in earnest, unable to stop his
hard thrusting. He was acting like he hadn't been laid in ages. 
But Cas was soaking it all up. He was screaming on the top of his lungs,
enjoying the shit out of Dean's roughness. When Dean deemed Cas too loud, he
would clutch the tie on their side and yank it back so that Castiel's neck was
at an awkward angle. 
Dean's honestly surprised with how well he keeps himself bottled up. He's
really close now, though, and he can't contain it any longer.
"Cas."
Castiel offers a small noice in response, he's came twice already.
"I'm going to fucking blow," he continues, "fuck!"
Dean clenches his teeth tightly and plows into his boyfriend, clutching the tie
in one hand, and the other holding tightly to Castiel's perfectly little hips.
He comes and, fuck, he's a little lightheaded for a moment. Castiel's also
coming, Dean can feel his slighter frame shaking so familiarly. 
Castiel's voice goes high and Dean can finally see again. Dean is so proud of
his golden boy that he carefully unknots the tie and pulls him in for a
breathtaking kiss. Castiel conforms to his boyfriend like a second skin,
holding him tight and clinging with everything he's got, panting loudly. 
The younger boy's lip is split a little bit at the corner and Dean curses.
"Shit, I'll get you a little Neosporin," he suggests, making a move to get out
of the bed but Castiel latches onto him and holds tight.
"Please stay over for dinner!"
"Is that what you've been thinking about this whole damn time!?" Dean growls. 
"Please!" Castiel pleads. He looks up at him with his azure blue eyes and
slowly kisses Dean on the lips.
Dean shrugs Castiel off of him, stepping away before he can see his blush. "Of-
-of course I can stay... Stupid."
Castiel just lays by the edge of the bed and smirks, gratified.
End Notes
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