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They had been lucky to snag such a luxurious hunt just for the two of them. Some coastal resort had reports of people mysteriously falling ill. It ended up just being some idiot who works there mixing chemicals when washing the bedsheets, meaning that they have the hotel room for another few nights, uninterrupted. Dean has already taken the liberty of informing Sam of their mini vacation, telling him to take the kid to a theme park or something while they were gone. Something so he wouldn’t feel so left out.
Dean has been standing on their balcony overlooking the setting sun that was turning the ocean a rainbow of beautiful hues as he ended the call. Arms wrap around his bare middle, hugging him close. A line of kisses trails up his neck. He tilts his head in response, giving Cas more room to ravage him however he pleases.
“I was looking more into what this hotel has to offer their guests.” He places another few kisses before continuing. “I saw that they had a hot tub available during the day, but it’s closed at night.”
Dean hums in acknowledgement. “Maybe we can go check it out tomorrow then.”
“I was thinking that we should check it out right now, actually.”
He turns to look at him, taking in the mischievous smile and chuckling at the sight. “You want it all to yourself, huh?”
“No.” Cas pulls him back into the room and toward their door. “I want it all to ourselves.”
Dean gulps, knowing that tone anywhere. “You wanna fuck in the public hot tub.” He didn’t have to ask, he already knew what Cas’ answer would be. “Just let me grab my swimtrunks real quick–”
“No need.”
“Um, I think I need a swimsuit if I’m going to be swimming, dude.”
Cas looked at him like he was an idiot. “You can bring swimwear if you want, but you will not be wearing it for long.”
His cheeks flame as he’s dragged out of their room, no swimsuit in sight.
The hot tub ended up actually being outside, surrounded by a fence, with big warning signs that warned trespassers would be fined. They, of course, ignore them. Cas pulls them into the enclosed area and locks the door behind them. The tub itself was inground and already running, bubbling up the warm, steaming water. A rump in the tub sounded nice on his aching joints.
Dean was still busy admiring the luxury when Cas started pulling at his pants. He still didn’t have a shirt on, so his boyfriend went right for the money. Pants and underwear quickly fell around his ankles, exposing his lacy, pink panties, and his tiny, caged cock. The air was warm, even in the growing darkness of the late evening, but a chill still ran through his body at being so exposed out in the open. His penis still tried to get hard, though, loving the humiliation and vulnerability.
Cas undresses himself just as hastily, not wanting to tempt fate and get caught. It wouldn’t be hard to convince someone to leave with his grace, but he would prefer to not have to mess with the minds of unsuspecting civilians. Plus, the danger of getting caught made it all the more exciting.
Both fully nude, they approached the hot tub. It had seats built into the sides, some of which had jets to massage your back or shoulders or calves. Dean was almost tempted to just relax in one of those, let his body melt into the heat. His angel was not on the same page.
They step into the bubbling water, sighing at the warmth that encases their legs, their torsos, their shoulders. Dean feels like warm jelly. He could stay here forever, taking in the bath and his partner’s proximity. They weren’t sitting necessarily close just yet, still feeling out the environment and getting used to the experience, but they were within five feet. Close enough that if someone were to see them, they would likely suspect them to be boyfriends, especially if they kept watching.
His angel pulls him into his lap. They’re sitting on one of the regular seats without jets, and Dean is straddling his hips. He can already feel that massive cock bobbing in the water, tapping at his thigh from where he’s hovering over him. Despite the steam and hot water, a chill runs up his spine. Anyone could walk in on them at any second and he was about to sit on a dick.
Their lips connected as a finger started prodding at his hole. The first push in was difficult; water wasn’t necessarily a great substitute for lube, and Cas seemed to realize this too.
Switching plans, Dean suddenly finds himself bent over the edge of the tub, chest rubbing at the concrete patio that surrounds the tub. He’s ready to protest, tell his partner that he would rather see him and use his grace, but he’s shut up before he can even begin. A far too loud moan leaves his mouth as a tongue swipes over his hole, digging in and wriggling around. He has to grip a hand at the edge of the tub to keep himself steady. Cas’ togue is fucking magic, and if he didn’t already know he was an angel, he would call it sinful.
Dean is squirming, unable to stay still with something lapping at his insides in perfect view of anyone who happens to look out the windows. It’s humiliating, the thought of being seen so strung out just from getting tongue fucked for a few minutes. How could anyone look at him right now and not think he was a slut for it. His back was arching against his will, pushing his ass back to get more. He was gasping and moaning for it, as if he already had a dick in him.
Cas took his time stretching him open and tearing him apart. He lavished his insides until his pucker turned into a sopping mess, wide enough to take his heft. Finally ready, he pushes in, going slow to really enjoy the glide and pressure around his cock. Dean always felt so incredible around him, sucking him deeper and angling himself to get the most pleasure.
There would surely be bruises on his hips from the strength that Cas was grasping him. He had bottomed out and was just relishing in the feeling of his fluttering guts softly stimulating his cock. He was in heaven. But he wanted to see his partner.
The angel is quick to move them around again. Taking Dean from behind was a tantalizing idea, certainly something for next time they had public sex, but right now, he just wanted to see his love. Freckled thighs were encasing his once again and he was quick to pull him down, spearing him on his dick. Dean’s head dropped back with a moan, getting higher pitched as he sunk to the root. Hands gripped at his shoulders, scrabbling for purchase while he felt so aroused and exposed.
His little cage bobbed with each bounce, leaving thin, wispy ribbons of precum in the water. He was leaking like a faucet with the way his prostate was basically being milked in this position. His balls bumping into athletic abs didn't help his predicament. Whines left his mouth every time his boyfriend squeezed his hips, pulling him down closer and harder. If it wasn’t for the damned cage then he could have cum by now, but Cas hasn’t given him permission yet.
A hand makes its way to his balls, tugging and squeezing them, toying with him. Cas plays with his cage, fingers prodding at the little exposed skin.
Dean chokes out a sob, “Cas.”
Cas shushes him, still grasping hungrily at his hips. “I’ve got you, Dean. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
He continues chanting his sweet nothing, soothing Dean if only minutely. He needed to cum so badly. The warm water around his prick felt heavenly, but he needed pressure and friction, he needs permission.
“Please,” another pathetic sob, “can I please cum? Please?”
How was the angel ever supposed to say no to such pretty pleading. “Go ahead, my love. You can cum whenever you want.”
Dean whines, knowing well that he won’t be able to cum with the chastity cage still strangling his prick. But he tries, for Cas, he tries. Even with experienced fingers playing with his bobbing cage, he can’t. It’s so close, just out of his reach. He just needs something more, but Cas isn’t willing to give it. He loves watching him fall apart for his cock, and Dean is always at his most pathetic when he’s begging to cum.
The feeling draws closer, suddenly sweeping through his pelvis and out his straining penis. But it’s not cum. The release is almost as good as an orgasm, but it’s not quite.
Castiel almost doesn’t feel it past the warm water, but the stream is so hard and hot that he can’t miss it.
Dean is sobbing as he pees in the pool like a toddler. Soaking them in a steaming hot bath of his piss. He feels dirty and wrong and like he was a bad boy, but he also feels more aroused than ever. He leans forward to lay his head on his lover’s shoulder as he weeps. The way he loses control under his touch is mortifying and cleansing. He can’t stop as he shakes in his lap as Cas keeps the thrusts going, pushing up into him while Dean is still too embarrassed at his little accident to do more than stay still for him.
Cas keeps going, but something feels off. He slows to a stop and pulls Dean back to look at him. The tears streaming down his cheeks aren’t anything new, but he seems genuinely upset.
He cards a wet hand through his hair as he speaks. “Dean, is something wrong? Did I hurt you?” He’s panicking at the thought of possibly hurting his human, but Dean just shakes his head.
He sniffles and looks away. “I’m sorry.”
Cas tilts his head, waiting for more that doesn’t come. Carefully, he pulls his boyfriend up and off of his dick and has him sit on his lap. “What are you sorry for?”
“I was bad.” Another sob passes his lips, making something deep in the angel shudder and crack.
“Dean, you haven’t been bad. Why do you think you did something bad?” He had thought they were having a good time. He can’t for the life of him figure out what could have possibly been bad.
“I–” another hiccupping sob, “I peed in the pool.” The tears pick up and his breathing is too hitched to say anymore.
Needing Dean to look at him, he brings both hands up to cup his love’s face. “Dean, my love, you didn’t do anything wrong. You weren’t bad.”
He just shakes his head. “But that– that wasn’t part of your scene. I didn’t mean to change it.”
Through their months together, Castiel had noticed his partner’s staunch obedience to his commands. He had figured it was just Dean trying to fit into their roles and have fun, but it seems that Dean had been seeing it differently. Each command was an order, one he had to follow or be punished, something that had never gone well for him in his past. Guilt starts creeping through his vessel. How could he have possibly been so blind to the root of his human’s actions.
“Dean.” He puts every ounce of love he can muster into his voice. “When I speak of you being good or bad in our scenes, I do not mean that in any literal sense. It is all simply play. In or out of a scene, I would never fault you for an accident.” He brushes his thumbs over the apples of his cheeks, hoping to soothe the worry and stress that had been accumulating below the surface. “I curate our alone time together specifically to account for changes and shifts. If the scene were to become one with urination, then I would not be upset with you.”
“Oh.” His voice sounds tiny, so unlike the strong, independent man he loves.
“Do you understand now? You have not been bad, and you never will be. It is simply not in your nature, Dean.”
Dean isn’t sure what to say. He feels bad about turning the scene into a loving, heartfelt pep talk, but that’s exactly what Cas just said he didn’t have to worry about. He’s confused and upset and still in subspace, enough that he can’t help but look to his boyfriend for guidance. He manages to nod, though. He can be good and respond at the very least.
“Good. Now, why don’t we continue this in our room.” He’s smiling and still rubbing his face.
He wants to cry and scream at having ruined this perfectly good moment, but he just keeps nodding. If Cas said he wasn’t bad, then it must be true.
They get out of the hot tub and get dressed. Cas uses his grace to dry them, leaving Dean to feel cold in more ways than one. Most of the arousal has been sapped from his body, all that remains is from seeing Cas’ semi hard cock still pointing his way. With his angel’s arm thrown over his shoulder, keeping him as close as possible, they hurriedly make their way out of the locked gates and back to the hotel elevators.
He doesn't allow Dean to move an inch out of his space, wanting to keep skin contact while he’s still in subspace. It makes their pace a bit awkward with how his head is cradled in his neck, but they get to their room without incident.
Behind the locked door of the private room, Cas starts kissing him again. It’s slow and languid, working to pull the wisps of anxiety and insecurity out of him. It mostly works, but he still feels bad for having stopped the scene over nothing. Really, what had he been thinking breaking down like that. Cas would always make sure that he was okay. Cas would tell him if he was bad, he just slipped into old habits and mindsets. But his angel was going to look after him now.
Hands massage and squeeze his skin, taking their time in pulling their clothes back off. Clothes fall to the floor at their feet, falling away like the drops of water would have been had Cas not taken care of that with his powers. They stand naked again, kissing and holding and loving. Cas starts moving him backwards, not allowing their lips to part until He’s falling back on the bed. He scooches closer to the center, making room for them both.
Dean’s confused to see his partner turn back to their pile of discarded clothing and start rifling through. He picks up his trenchcoat and starts digging around in the pockets, trying to find something. He evidently finds it as the coat is back on the floor and blue eyes are back on his body. With precise and gentle fingers, he removes the cage from his penis, allowing the little flap of skin to fall flat against his balls.
Seeing himself outside of the cage almost feels more humiliating than having the cage on. He looks smaller and shriveled. He’s almost completely flaccid, yet he’s ready to go again. His body trembles at the sight of his inadequacy, but a familiar hand creeps up his leg, pushing it all away.
Cas hovers over him, taking in the sight of his flushed, fucked out body. His gaze is adoring, so much so that Dean has no clue how to process it. Feelings of love and trust bubble up in his chest, making his skin heat up with need. Not necessarily sexually, but proximity. He needs his angel close. He swings his arms around Cas’ neck, nonverbally telling him that he wants him closer. Cas isn’t one to deny Dean what he wants.
He lays on top of him, touching head to toe. Cas kisses him again, taking his breath away much like the very first time. Dean’s not sure if the butterflies will ever go away, but he doesn’t much mind their presence. Still kissing him, Cas repositions them. He ends up between Dean’s legs which are wrapped around his waist. Given the opportunity, Dean hooks his ankles together, making sure that his partner can’t go anywhere.
Still open from earlier, he only has to slick up his hole before sliding into the hilt. The feeling is as incredible as always. Cas keeps the rhythm slow, making sure they both feel every millimeter of movement. They’re no longer in a scene, they aren’t fucking or having sex, they’re making love. It’s slow and careful and Dean could almost cry at how considerate his angel is.
His thrusting picks up, but only a little, only to give his love most stimulation and see those pretty tears catch on his lashes. Dean’s little dick is just half hard, but he spills between them. He pants and moans into their locked lips, filling Castiel with his affection and love. He cums not long after, filling him up the way they both love.
They find themselves back to chest with Cas’ softened cock still buried inside him. Dean falls asleep like this, feeling safer than he ever has, and more loved than he could have ever imagined.