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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Plot_What_Plot, Community:_spnkink_meme, Established
      Relationship, Secret_Relationship, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-05-12 Words: 1026
****** Sing Your Praises ******
by lovegonestale
Summary
     Prompt: "Father Dean takes advantage of the young choirboy."
It's a game, sort of.
Castiel, now promoted to solos, shows off his pipes while Dean watches from the
side and nods approvingly. Afterward, Castiel stands in Dean's shadow, head
lowered demurely while Dean accepts the congregation's admiration.
The stakes are no laughing matter, of course. Dean knows very well what'll
happen if he's found out, but he won't. He's careful, so careful, and the only
other person who knows is Castiel, and the boy won't talk.
Because Castiel knows that if he talks, it'll stop.
So Dean watches calmly as Castiel smiles when praised for the gift he's been
given. Many have said that he has the voice of an angel, but no one but Dean
knows just how heavenly (sinful) that voice can be when given the right
motivation.
"You must be so pleased, Father," a particularly impressed matron says. She
reaches out to ruffle Castiel's hair, causing the boy to blush and shift back,
which anyone would interpret the movement as a reflex except that it brings his
ass in direct contact with Dean's groin. Briefly, of course, so that no one
will suspect.
Dean rests his hands on Castiel's shoulders, squeezing gently. "Yeah, the kid's
really something."
Castiel glances up at him, blue eyes so bright that Dean can only meet them
briefly before he has to look away.
Dean will bet anything that Castiel's been hard since the opening verse.
He's right, of course. The moment the church is cleared, Castiel's parents gone
home with the promise that Dean will send their son back after he's helped
clean up ("such a good boy..."), Dean retreats to his office and only just
manages to lock the door when Castiel suddenly presses him against the wall,
standing on tiptoes to mouth his chin.
"Father..." Castiel moans softly, body still bony and soft when Dean wraps his
arms around him. He gasps when Dean sneaks a hand under the choirboy robes to
find the erection he knows is there, palming it posessively like the prize it
is.
"What did we discuss about patience?" Dean asks, but he's lifting Castiel up -
- so easy, since he barely weighs anything -- and arranging him in a pretty
picture on his desk.
"I have been patient, Father," Castiel says petulantly, lifting his hips when
Dean's hands dive under his robes to paw at skin. "All day, Father, surely you-
-"
Dean kisses him, smiling at the way Castiel's mouth opens eagerly, tongue
darting out to meet his.
These are the noises that Castiel was meant to make. The hisses and gasps and
moans -- each one more beautiful than the one before it until Castiel is
clawing at Dean's shoulders, begging wordlessly for relief. Dean undoes
Castiel's pants by feel alone, pulling them down and off before dragging his
fingers into the heated space between Castiel's thighs.
Dean draws back to admire the view. Castiel's mouth is red and trembling,
though he smiles when he sees the appreciative look Dean is giving him. At a
touch, Castiel's legs slide open, Dean's hands pushing them apart and up until
the boy's knees are practically pressed to his chest.
"I apologize, my son." Dean inhales sharply at the sight of Castiel's skin -
- all of it pale except the swollen curve of his cock and the swollen pink of
his hole where it's stretched open around a plug. "You are indeed much more
patient than I expected."
"I put it in this morning," Castiel says. "You didn't think I would, did you?"
"You always surprise me," Dean admits. He is shaken at the thought of Castiel
listening to the sermon and singing with the choir, all the while having that
inside him and thinking about what Father Dean had promised to do after. "Such
a good boy."
Castiel outright breams at this praise, though earlier he'd done little more
than nod and smile vaguely. Dean's words actually mean something to him, so
it's only fair that Dean gives him what he wants.
Dean pulls the plug out, illiciting a soft whimper from the boy. Castiel is
loose and wet, lube trickling out the opening. Dean can see the muscle clench
eagerly, hungry to be filled again, so he's opening his pants just enough to
pull out his cock and press the head inside.
Castiel yelps when Dean reverses direction, the head catching the tight muscle
in a tease before he plunges in deep. There's no need for further prep because
Castiel's beyond ready, gasping with pleasure as his hips jerk up to meet every
thrust inside.
They are quite a sight, boy sprawled open on the desk and man pressing down on
him, the white of Castiel's choir outfit a contrast with the dark of Dean's
robes. Anyone would think that Dean's the aggressor, but they don't know how
Castiel's ass is squeezing around Dean's cock possessively, the sweet young
hole causing spikes of pleasure where Dean's cock drags against it.
Castiel wants to be filled so badly he pushes Dean's hands away when he makes a
grab for his cock. Dean is happy to oblige, fucking as deep and as hard as he
can while Castiel whines and spreads his legs obscenely wide. His strong hips
snap brutally against Castiel's young ones, so it's all the boy can do to hold
on.
The only time that Dean pauses is when Castiel's eyes fly open and he screams
through his orgasm, inner muscles clenching in tight as they squeeze their
pleasure from Dean's cock. It's all Dean can do to wait while Castiel comes
around his cock.
"Good boy," Dean murmurs one last time before he's fucking him again, large
calloused hands keeping the boy's delicate hips in place while he pounds him.
Dean comes with a growl, shooting his load inside Castiel's young body while
the boy grins up at him.
Castiel is still grinning when Dean pulls out, trailing drops of come on
Castiel's skin. The sight is so delectable that Dean has to push two fingers
back inside, rubbing the wetness against to Castiel's inner walls while the boy
sighs.
"Good enough?" Dean asks while stroking his insides.
"Amen," Castiel replies.
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