Dean's eyes burn gold as his wolf comes closer to the surface. Castiel needs to help Dean gain his control back somehow.
"Dean, I'm going to step outside for a moment, okay?"
In the blink of an eye Dean has Cas shoved up against the wall. Castiel tries his best not to struggle too much; Dean may be more dominant than he is, but Castiel isn't submissive.
"Dean," Castiel can't remember what he's supposed to be doing anymore. He can smell Dean's arousal and the dominant power of his wolf. Castiel pushes forward, skin crawling with the need to touch.
Dean growls, a not completely human sound, and pushes back. He noses against Castiel's neck.
"Mine." Dean slowly closes his teeth over Cas's throat.
Castiel shivers. "Yours."
Dean releases Cas's throat and surges up to claim his mouth. Castiel nips at Dean's lips, and, finally, Dean allows Cas to step away from the wall. Dean maneuvers them towards the couch, ripping off their clothing as he goes. A tiny part of Castiel's brain that isn't completely sex-addled takes a second to mourn the loss of his brand new shirt, but he forgets all about his damn clothes when Dean shoves him down on the couch and practically leaps on top of him.
Dean sits on top of Cas for a moment, simply taking in the sight before him. Castiel growls impatiently and leans up to lick at one of Dean's nipples. Dean groans, but pushes Castiel back down, draping himself across him. They're both too far gone to do much more than thrust and grind and paw, but it brings them to the edge in no time at all.
"Say it," Dean commands.
"Yours," Castiel pants, "I'm yours."
Dean bites down on Cas's shoulder, and Cas comes hard, Dean following close behind.
They lay still to catch their breaths, and Castiel can feel sleep tugging at him.
"Well."
Cas glances up and meets Dean's gaze for a moment. The other werewolf's eyes are back to their natural green hazel color.
"Sam probably isn't going to be happy about the couch," Dean says.
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Claim (Werewolves)
Date: 2011-05-13 03:58 am (UTC)"Dean, I'm going to step outside for a moment, okay?"
In the blink of an eye Dean has Cas shoved up against the wall. Castiel tries his best not to struggle too much; Dean may be more dominant than he is, but Castiel isn't submissive.
"Dean," Castiel can't remember what he's supposed to be doing anymore. He can smell Dean's arousal and the dominant power of his wolf. Castiel pushes forward, skin crawling with the need to touch.
Dean growls, a not completely human sound, and pushes back. He noses against Castiel's neck.
"Mine." Dean slowly closes his teeth over Cas's throat.
Castiel shivers. "Yours."
Dean releases Cas's throat and surges up to claim his mouth. Castiel nips at Dean's lips, and, finally, Dean allows Cas to step away from the wall. Dean maneuvers them towards the couch, ripping off their clothing as he goes. A tiny part of Castiel's brain that isn't completely sex-addled takes a second to mourn the loss of his brand new shirt, but he forgets all about his damn clothes when Dean shoves him down on the couch and practically leaps on top of him.
Dean sits on top of Cas for a moment, simply taking in the sight before him. Castiel growls impatiently and leans up to lick at one of Dean's nipples. Dean groans, but pushes Castiel back down, draping himself across him. They're both too far gone to do much more than thrust and grind and paw, but it brings them to the edge in no time at all.
"Say it," Dean commands.
"Yours," Castiel pants, "I'm yours."
Dean bites down on Cas's shoulder, and Cas comes hard, Dean following close behind.
They lay still to catch their breaths, and Castiel can feel sleep tugging at him.
"Well."
Cas glances up and meets Dean's gaze for a moment. The other werewolf's eyes are back to their natural green hazel color.
"Sam probably isn't going to be happy about the couch," Dean says.
Castiel laughs and kisses him.