Samandriel thinks he's real cute, every play on words is the most clever thing to him and he's been giggling all day, taking this whole Opposite Day thing seriously. He's currently leaning over the back of the couch in just his boxer briefs tapping his chin with false thoughtful determination 'hmm'ing and sighing between every little quip.
"I really don't want you to to fuck me so hard that I walk funny tomorrow." He'd tease in the most innocent way, standing and stretching like a cat before shuffling to stand just in front of Cas.
This little game was funny in the beginning, but Cas is hard and there's no way he's going to play along with the 'magic words' that Samandriel is waiting for, he'll just ignore him for a little longer, let him know he's not the only one who knows how to play.
"Castiel, wouldn't it just be a total bummer for me to get on my knees in front of you and just, I don't know...just suck you off?" He says almost in a bored tone laced with mischief, he's fighting dirty now and Castiel can feel his resolve slipping.
Cas clenches his fist into the fabric of his jeans and sighs, trying to hold his defenses for even a second longer, but Samandriel knows how to get what he wants. "Hmm, there's no way I would have prepped myself for you already and there is absolutely no lube hidden in the drawer of the table right next to you, just in case." And it's so frustrating that he toys with the waistband of his shorts for a moment before winking and pushing them the rest of the way down his legs. Cas huffs out a defeated laugh and says "Samandriel..." he pauses, if he's gonna do this he's gonna do it right dammit, "no. I'm not going to fuck you on the couch."
Surreal is the only way to describe the feeling of contradiction in his every move, saying one thing yet knowing that the snick and dull buzz of his button and zipper means he's going against everything his mouth is saying. "I'd be crazy to lay you out right here, sink right into you, pin your wrists above your head, and make you scream."
Samandriel is a little speechless, a 'God, yes!' is on the tip of his tongue, but what's yes and no anymore? Better just to wrap his hand around Cas' throbbing wet cock and shove his tongue down his throat, actions are better than words right now anyway.
((oh gosh I hope this is somewhere in the realm of what you were looking for and I hope it's long enough ^_^))
FILL: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Opposites Day (NSFW)
"I really don't want you to to fuck me so hard that I walk funny tomorrow." He'd tease in the most innocent way, standing and stretching like a cat before shuffling to stand just in front of Cas.
This little game was funny in the beginning, but Cas is hard and there's no way he's going to play along with the 'magic words' that Samandriel is waiting for, he'll just ignore him for a little longer, let him know he's not the only one who knows how to play.
"Castiel, wouldn't it just be a total bummer for me to get on my knees in front of you and just, I don't know...just suck you off?" He says almost in a bored tone laced with mischief, he's fighting dirty now and Castiel can feel his resolve slipping.
Cas clenches his fist into the fabric of his jeans and sighs, trying to hold his defenses for even a second longer, but Samandriel knows how to get what he wants. "Hmm, there's no way I would have prepped myself for you already and there is absolutely no lube hidden in the drawer of the table right next to you, just in case." And it's so frustrating that he toys with the waistband of his shorts for a moment before winking and pushing them the rest of the way down his legs. Cas huffs out a defeated laugh and says "Samandriel..." he pauses, if he's gonna do this he's gonna do it right dammit, "no. I'm not going to fuck you on the couch."
Surreal is the only way to describe the feeling of contradiction in his every move, saying one thing yet knowing that the snick and dull buzz of his button and zipper means he's going against everything his mouth is saying. "I'd be crazy to lay you out right here, sink right into you, pin your wrists above your head, and make you scream."
Samandriel is a little speechless, a 'God, yes!' is on the tip of his tongue, but what's yes and no anymore? Better just to wrap his hand around Cas' throbbing wet cock and shove his tongue down his throat, actions are better than words right now anyway.
((oh gosh I hope this is somewhere in the realm of what you were looking for and I hope it's long enough ^_^))