Title: Nice Suit
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Summary: There really isn’t one… just hot smut
Pairing: Castiel/Dean
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Dean watched Zachariah walk out the door. It just proved his point that Angels were dicks. They fucked with their minds, innocents dying because they weren’t able to recognize the signs quicker.
Let alone they made him drive a Prius. A fucking Prius; he was going to have to sweet talk his baby with a nice wax job. The door opened again. Dean half expected to see Sam crowing that he had been right, and his eyebrow went up when he saw Castiel.
“Come to gloat? Or push the whole agenda?”
“I did not wish for them to do this.” Castiel walked into the office, closing the door behind him. “Hunting has never been your problem. Hell is.”
“Don’t forget the Angels,” Dean pointed out. He sneered, looking down at his outfit. “Who the fuck picked this outfit?”
“It’s similar to one my vessel has; I thought it would look good on you.”
Dean’s eyebrow went up. “Dude.”
“I like the suspenders.” Castiel had a slight smile on his face. “And the pants do wonders to accent your ass.”
“You telling me all it took to get you to jump me was a designer suit?” Dean pulled the tie off and flung it over his shoulder, his thumbs hooking under the suspenders, removing them from his shoulders. “Or is it the suit coming off part.”
Castiel watched in anticipation, as each piece of clothes were removed. But an Angel’s patience only goes so far. He moved around the desk and pushed Dean into the chair, taking his mouth into a deep kiss. Dean’s hands reached for the Angel’s belt, pulling at it until the pants were undone. He slid pants and boxers down Castiel’s thighs. The Angel kicked the pants away, and he reached around Dean, grabbing the lotion and handing it to Dean, while straddling the strong thighs.
“In me now.”
For the first time, Dean didn’t argue and did what he was told. He slicked two fingers and pushed them inside the tight hole. Castiel moaned, as his hands gripped Dean’s shoulders. His voice dropping, “Just do it.”
He slicked himself up, hands gripped Castiel’s waist as he pushed into the warm heat, as Cas thrust down, both moaning. Cas found an easy rhythm, using his knees on the chair and he rode Dean’s cock, moaning with each thrust and pull. It didn’t take long for either of them to find release.
Castiel fell forward into Dean’s arms, panting softly as he came down from his orgasm. Dean leaned back in the chair, cupping Cas’ face, kissing him softly.
The door opened, both men looking over at the confused secretary. Dean smirked. “Mr. Castiel, I would have to admit your interviewing skills are up to par. I’ll contact you about the job after dinner.”
The secretary paused. “Can I watch the next interview?”