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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Gabriel/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Prostitution, Public_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Deepthroating,
      Crossdressing, Maid_uniform, Anal_Sex, Lap_Sex, innocence_kink, Casual
      Conversations_While_Fucking_Pretty_Boys, Size_Kink, Age_Difference, Dirty
      Talk, Nipple_Rubbing, Unsafe_Sex, Bottom_Castiel, Top_Dean, Extremely
      Underage, Shota_Castiel, Creampie, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-05 Words: 1717
****** for I lose myself between your thighs ******
by LilMysterios
Summary
     The one where there is a lovely little café in a lovely little
     street, where men can come and fuck pretty boys in maid uniforms.
     Of course, Sam and Dean are regulars, and there is one boy in
     particular that is Dean's particular favorite...
Notes
     As usual, everything is in the tags and the warnings; don't like,
     don't read, it's as simple as that.
     (And if there is even the slightest chance a detail could upset,
     please do yourself a favor and go find something that will fit your
     tastes better.)
     But to you, adorable kink-owning reader, welcome; I hope you enjoy
     this piece of shameless smut. ^^
See the end of the work for more notes
The warm fragrances of orange and vanilla curl around Dean, sweet and inviting,
when he pushes the door to the familiar little café; he takes a deep breath as
he steps in, casting a glance around.
The café isn’t too packed for a Tuesday afternoon, with only a few regulars
like himself scattered around the room in the comfortable booths… and there is
Sam, grinning from a corner and waving a hand at his brother.
“Sammy, hey!” Dean greets as he takes a seat on the comfy leather.
“Hey Dean,” Sam replies, “you found a spot to park?”
Dean shrugs.
“I came on foot, I was in the neighborhood.”
He looks around, appreciative like every time he comes here of the homey but
not kitsch decoration and the warm, simple bright lighting.
“Careful with the teeth,” Sam suddenly hisses with a frown, and Dean smirks.
“I see you already got serviced,” he says. “You think I should go or—”
“What can I do for you, sir?” a soft voice enquires.
The familiar wording has Dean looking up, and his smile uncovers perfectly
white, sharp canines.
“Cas,” he purrs seductively. “My favorite toy.”
The boy squirms under Dean’s scrutiny, a shy blush high upon his cheeks as Dean
takes his time to blatantly admire the enchanting vision.
Cas has always been Dean’s absolute favorite, lovely as he is with his wide
blue eyes and that sinful pair of lush, pink lips that makes him look so
debauched all the time… but today, after a busy week-end that had Dean
desperate for some stress-relief, he seems prettier than ever.
His pale, thin legs are hugged with thigh-high white stockings, held in place
by a delicate garter belt; a tiny skirt, swelled up with frilly, fluffy white
taffeta, bunches up in front of his groin, hiding intimate parts that the
miniscule, solely decorative joke-of-an-apron doesn’t do anything to cover, and
that Dean knows to be firm and soft as ripe, sun-kissed peaches…
Cas’ corset hugs his slender waist, so narrow it seems almost feminine, and its
delicate edge stops right underneath the adorable nubs of his nipples, pink and
hard and deliciously alluring – Dean licks his lips.
“I think I’ll have my usual, Cas,” he says. “Show me what you got.”
Next to him Sam giggles, and his service (Gabriel, remembers Dean, it was
already him last time) almost chokes under the table when Sam’s laugh shoves
his erection deeper down his throat… but Cas, always so professional, simply
turns around and bends over, presenting his behind to Dean who feels compelled
to take a second to thank whoever imagined those maid uniforms.
The skirt is shorter on the back, and the cute petticoat is too high there to
hide anything; if Cas even arches his back, his smooth, pale ass cheeks will
peek under the fabric, round and warm like buns of fresh bread…
Dean slides a possessive hand between Cas’ slender thighs, relishing the
luxurious feel of velvety skin under his palm, before grabbing a handful of
soft flesh in each hand. He ignores Cas’ little moan and spreads the pert
cheeks, baring the boy’s core and the entrance to all the treasures of his
body…
The tiny pucker twitches timidly when the air brushes it, and Dean watches as
it winks, innocent and helpless. He roughly slips a finger inside, only to the
first knuckle, and is pleased to discover when he twists it the wet heat of a
thoroughly prepped hole; Cas’ tiny surprised gasp when he crooks his digit
makes a smile bloom on his lips.
“Everything looks in order,” Dean says, smacking lightly Cas’ left cheek. “You
can service me.”
And so Cas, that little angel, turns around again, blushing and looking down as
his fingers reach Dean’s fly… Dean only has eyes for him as Cas’ shy hand
slides his zipper down and takes him out of his boxers.
Dean is already half-hard from watching Cas’ pink, tiny hole earlier, so the
boy only needs to stroke him for a few seconds before he’s fully erect, so hard
it hurts as he watches Cas who is touching him so sweetly, dark eyelashes
caressing his cheekbones and lush, plump mouth open in concentration…
After a last twist of the wrist, Dean only has time to catch an elusive glimpse
of his little, pink treasure before Cas climbs on his lap… he puts a hand flat
on the table for balance, guiding expertly Dean’s wet, red cockhead against his
hole, and he sits.
Dean watches, enraptured, as his erection disappears inside of Cas, all eight
inches of hard flesh swallowed in a handful of seconds by the greedy ring of
the boy’s hole… the sensation is exquisite, tight and searing hot, smooth like
a silk glove, and the soft fabric of Cas’ skirt meets the base of Dean’s cock
in a filthy, airy kiss.
Cas immediately starts moving, wriggling gently where he is speared open on
Dean’s cock to find a comfortable position, and Dean lets himself relax,
turning casually to Sam.
“So what’s up, little bro?”
Sam smiles and shrugs, one of his big hands firmly settled on the blonde head
bobbing between his legs.
“Jus the usual, Dean. Rumor has it our new client demands I be a part of his
team, so obviously Smith wasn’t very happy…”
“Tell me about it,” approves Dean. “That useless prick... he knows you’re way
better than him, he’s so scared of the day they offer you his job he’s probably
wetting his pants right now.”
Sam smiles, wide and predatory.
“I bet he’s wondering how I could get so many contacts in such a short time… he
doesn’t know his little twink of a secretary is so desperate for a big cock in
his tight hole that he’d tell anything to anyone.”
Dean bursts out laughing, throwing his head back, and the sudden movement
shifts his penetration angle, making Cas choke when his prostate is brushed by
the tip of Dean’s cock; his pale little thighs quiver on Dean’s.
“Poor guy… Smith isn’t the one who’s gonna satisfy him!” he laughs.
Sam shrugs again, feigning humility.
“What can I say… in our day and age, twinks are becoming more and more
demanding. They don’t even blink at anything less than seven inches! Right,
Gaby?
The golden-haired boy leans away from Sam’s enormous cock, mouth red and shiny
with spit and looking positively debauched as he nods.
“Yes, master Sam,” he says, voice raw.
He dives back in immediately after that, and even Dean is impressed with the
way he swallows the nine-incher without even the slightest flinch.
“Is that right?” Dean says.
He leans in closer to Cas, slips a hand to his right nipple, rubbing it
roughly.
“Do you really like a big cock better, little angel?”
Cas moans when Dean pinches the pink, rosy nub of his nipple, nodding
emphatically.
“Y-Yes, master Dean,” he pants brokenly.
Dean pretends he didn’t hear anything and starts rolling the tight peak of
abused flesh between his thumb and forefinger.
“I’m sorry angel, I’m not sure I heard that…”
Cas lets out a sob, his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
“I—I like taking a big…. a big cock…”
Hearing such a vulgar word from such an innocent mouth fills Dean with a filthy
joy and he laughs softly, rubbing his stubbled cheek against Cas’ ear.
“And where do you like that big cock, little angel?”
Cas squirms, powerlessly seeking for a bit of friction where he’s impaled on
Dean’s cock, his exquisite lips opening and closing several times before he can
speak.
“I l-like it in… my little… slut hole,” he chirps.
“Good,” approves Dean.
That little talk has made him want to show Cas what they’re talking about… he
grabs Cas’ hips and holds him in place, setting an unforgivable rhythm as he
fucks up into Cas’ hole; the young boy bounces up and down on his cock like
he’s on a trampoline, his firm buttocks smacking Dean’s jean-clad thighs with a
resounding sound every time he comes down.
It’s the obscene, squelching sound of Cas’ abused entrance, and his tiny
plaintive moans and helpless pants, that bring Dean to the edge; he slams down
Cas’ ass on his cock, ripping a pained cry from him as he shoves himself deeper
than ever inside and comes all the way in, hot spurts of come shooting inside
Cas.
The boy waits patiently for him to be done and Dean can feel his own erection
soften in the tight hole, now slippery with warm come… when Cas stands up,
Dean’s cock slips regretfully out of him, a few drops of the sticky seed
dripping from his hole.
Dean frowns.
“You made a huge mess, Cas,” he says, gesturing to the lube and come coating
his spent cock. “The least you could do is clean it up…”
Cas nods, kneeling in front of Dean and taking him in mouth. He gently licks
Dean’s cock clean, his tiny tongue wet and warm as a kitten’s as he cleans up
every drop of the thick come.
The line of his lithe body, back arched at Dean’s feet and ass presented, is so
deliciously erotic that even Dean’s spent cock still twitches valiantly… but
soon Cas is done and he questioningly raises wide, blue eyes at Dean – his hair
is tousled from bouncing on Dean’s cock and the corner of his swollen lips
shines from a smear of come.
“Well done, Cas,” praises Dean. “You’ve done a really good job.”
He lets Cas tuck him back in his jean, watching the thin, agile fingers close
the fly before Cas finally stands up, bowing slightly.
“Thank you for coming today,” he says, his voice low. “Your pleasure was mine.”
Cas then walks away to the back of the shop, his firm little behind exposed to
the sight of all, and Dean feels a rush of intense satisfaction overcome him,
for Cas’ ass is a delight to look at; the skin is bright pink where it rubbed
against Dean’s jean, his red, abused hole glistening with lube and come, and
thin trickles of both slide down between his cheeks and along his thighs,
soaking his delicate stockings…
Dean can’t wait to come back tomorrow.
 
End Notes
     Honestly this has been in the making for a long time, and after so
     long of re-reading it again and again, I just couldn't see the words
     anymore...
     But English is not my first language and this fic was unabeta'd, so
     if you have any remark or advice, you can leave me a comment and I'll
     gladly read it !
     And of course, kudos are always the highlight of my day.
     Thank you a lot for reading ! ^^
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