rimming

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Rimming. I don't care who, I don't care why, I don't care when or how I just need rimming.

/you’ve no idea how hard i laughed when i first got this message because it sounded so goddamn urgent like “holy shit im going to die if a tongue doesn’t touch an asshole right freaking now” and i just cracked up for like a hour. anywho, i hope your need for rimming didn’t kill you or like…prevent you from cumming that night or something, but here it is now/

Dean’s fingers twisted in the sheets, his breathing came in rapid gasps, and he squeezed his eyes shut so that maybe he could ignore the reverence in Cas’ lips as they made their way down his body. With the mark burning on his arm, he felt sick and wrong; his stomach churned with shame as Cas kissed the indent of his hip, licked at the jut of the bone.

He didn’t like the fact that Cas had stripped him down for this. He didn’t like that he felt a nakedness that had nothing to do with his lack of clothes. He didn’t like the way Cas kissed his sides as though things were still normal, as though they were still okay. In his gut there was an urge to be used and clawed at and decimated, to be broken in a way Cas seemed to have no intention of breaking him in.

The angel’s fingertips skimmed his bare thigh just before Cas leaned down to kiss the scar that lingered there from a bad hunt in Tennessee. He smiled, just barely, when Dean almost pulled away, and then as the hunter settled in again, Cas lifted Dean’s thigh and set it atop his shoulder, doing the same with the other thigh.

The hunter groaned when Cas pressed a kiss to the base of his cock.

“C’mon Cas,” he urged in a whisper, pushing his hips towards the angel. Cas smiled and kissed the crease of his thigh.

“Dean,” he sighed and moved his hands, wrapping them around Dean’s thighs and pulling him closer. “Dean.” He ducked his head and pressed a kiss to Dean’s hole. The hunter groaned and reached for Cas’ hair, stopping himself in time as he settled back on the sheets with a deep breath.

“Not now,” he muttered, not sure what excuse to make. He wanted to get off, quick and clean, to come and then to pass out, to not think for the 4 hours of sleep he could muster. If he didn’t stop Cas now, he’d be a sobbing, whimpering mess half hour later. He didn’t want it, he didn’t deserve it.

Cas repeated the motion, pressed the flat of his tongue against the muscle, then looked back up at Dean, all bright eyes and fluttering eyelashes, open mouthed and panting.

“Let me,” he pleaded, “let me do this for you.” He groaned low in his throat and leaned down to suck at Dean’s rim, digging his nails into the hunter’s thighs, pushing his own aching need into the mattress.

Dean’s back arched off the bed and he let out a soft moan. Cas’ tongue was wet and quick and so, so good; Dean’s thighs clenched and released and he reached up to jack himself off in time to the motions of Cas’ tongue.

It was as though the angel could sense it; he looked up to see Dean’s hand slide up his shaft, wrist twisting at the head of his cock. He locked eyes with Dean and grasped at his hand, stopping his motions and tangling their fingers together as tight as he could.

“Just like this, you can come just like this,” Cas told him, and took his other hand, leaning back down to circle his rim with the tip of his tongue. Dean gasped out Cas’ name and the remainder of his argument died on his lips. Cas flicked his tongue over his hole, pressed the flat of it against him, dived into the wet heat and spread Dean open, forcing a moan from him that seemed to come from the depths of his closed off throat. The hunter tightened his grip on Cas’ hands and arched into the angel’s mouth.

“Cas,” he cried out, broken and hoarse, pushing back against the persistent tongue on his hole. Desperately, he tried to disentangle himself from Cas’ grip, but the angel just pulled him closer, lapping sloppily at his hole before diving inside again. Dean groaned out his name again and shut his eyes. “Cas,” he whispered, feeling his cock twitch where it laid on his stomach, knowing without doubt that he’d come from Cas’ tongue alone.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and he gritted his teeth, furious with himself. His limbs were on fire, the beginnings of his orgasm licked flames at his belly and thighs, and tears burned at the rims of his eyes.

“Too fucking good,” he gasped out and tilted his hips up, groaning as Cas pushed his thighs open wider. The angel’s tongue moved upwards and licked at his perineum, at the base of his balls, drawing out nothing more than a whimper. He turned his face and pushed his cheek against the pillow, too blissed out to feel shameful. The mark on his arm was sated.

“Can you come for me, Dean?” Cas asked, lifting his face to look up at Dean. His voice was low and wrecked and upon hearing it, Dean’s cock twitched against his stomach once more.

Cas was torn between working Dean through his orgasm and watching him as he came. Letting go of Dean’s hand, he slid a finger into Dean’s slick hole and watched as the hunter canted his hips down, keening into Cas’ touch. The angel smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to Dean’s soft belly.

“So beautiful,” he whispered and Dean came apart under his grasp, thighs trembling and chest flushed red, mouth open in a quiet moan, lashes fluttering against his pink cheeks.

It was only when his orgasm waned that he began to curl in on himself, pulling away from Cas and biting at his trembling bottom lip. His hands shook as he offered to get Cas off and his eyes dropped when Cas told him he didn’t need to.

The angel sighed and crawled up to clean the drying come from Dean’s stomach before the hunter could stop him. He licked at the soft flesh and listened to Dean try to contain his little gasps and whimpers.

“Thank you,” Cas muttered finally, nuzzling his face into the crook of Dean’s neck as the other shook his head. He had no idea what Cas was thanking him for, but before the throbbing of the mark returned to discourage him, he wrapped his arms against Cas’ waist and laid down beside him on the bed. He kissed the circles beneath Cas’ closed eyes and drifted off to sleep.

/8 prompts left. working on it/

anonymous asked: Hello ^^ I´ll be glad if you guys recommend me the most kinky fics with Yixing? I want you to choose the best out of them, please >3< It should be SeXing, ChanLay or BaekLay.. thank you so much ^^

anonymous asked: any fics with lay that uses his neck sensitivity as kind of a kink? his reaction is too adorable but also kinda sexy ahah thanks in advance (excluding kray if possible ;;)

Clued In (Lay/Sehun, neck sensitivity) 
Don’t Be Scared (And Let Out The Beast) (Lay/Chanyeol)
Hello Mr.Officer
 (Lay/Baekhyun; figging, enema)
I Want You So Bad (Lay/Chanyeol, rimming)
Just Let Me Liberate You (Lay/Sehun; neck sensitivity) 
Of New Beginnings And Old Familiarity (Lay/Baekhyun)
Runaway In A G Major (Lay/Baekhyun; barebacking)
Sex Kitten (Lay/Sehun, crossdressing)
Tug Me Along (Lay/Chanyeol; dirty talk, rimming, barebacking)

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