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His birthday wasn’t over yet, and so wasn’t their spa day. When they returned to their suite, after saying their goodbyes to Sam, Kaia and Claire, they once again didn’t make it further than the entrance.
As soon as they walked into their room and the door shut behind them, Cas pushed Dean against the door. Dean laughed when Cas went right for his collarbone, nibbling and sucking. Buttons burst from his shirt, and sooner than later, Cas’ mouth worshipped his torso.
Dean gave himself over to his angel. Only when Cas went down to his knees and his fingers undid Dean’s fly, Dean stopped him with a hand in his hair.
A question in his eyes, Cas looked up through his lashes.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Dean grinned and pulled Cas up. Silently, he let his angel into the bathroom.
“Another shower?” Cas asked, but Dean shook his head.
“Much better. Sit.”
Nodding, Cas sank down on the edge of the whirlpool and watched Dean as he opened the faucets and let water flow in the big tub.
“Tonight, I’ll pamper you,” Dean said. He was tired of pretending. This was Cas and Cas deserved the best. And Dean wanted to give it to him. Hell, Cas deserved it. He needed to know he was loved.
“Dean,” Cas protested, “it’s your birthday.”
“Yes, and you gave me the best fucking birthday I've ever had. And the best present.” He stole a kiss from Cas before he returned once again to preparing the tub. Last night, he had seen candles in one of the drawers and lit them, turning the bathroom into goddamn chick-flick heaven.
“Don’t you dare tell anyone about this,” Dean grumbled.
“It’s beautiful, Dean. Thank you.” Cas gripped him and pulled him towards him. “And I won’t spill your secret.” Combing his fingers through Dean’s hair, his lips brushed over Dean’s face until he found Dean’s lips and opened up.
Lazily, they made out for several minutes, until Dean pulled back and shut off the water stream. Their clothes were gone in no time, and soon they slipped into the water.
Holding Cas in his arms, his hands wandering aimlessly over the angel’s body, Dean closed his eyes and savoured the moment.
Originally, Dean had intended a bit more action, but the warm water and the weight of Cas’ body lulled him into a feeling of security and peace he had rarely allowed himself.
“I like this,” Cas stated.
“Yeah?”
Cas turned his head to look at Dean. A big smile covered his face. “Yes, Dean. It’s peaceful. And it’s even more relaxing than our day in the spa. I prefer this, because I have you to myself.”
Dean felt heat rising to his face.
As if that wasn’t enough, Cas’ lips ghosted over his. “Happy birthday, my love,” he breathed against Dean’s face. Still smiling, Cas leaned back and rested his head on Dean’s shoulder. “Let’s do this every year.”
“This?”
Cas hummed in confirmation and closed his eyes.
Dean could think of worse ways to spend his birthday from now on. A day in the spa, making love in the honeymoon suite, delicious food, and a romantic evening in your personal whirlpool? Hell, yes!
“But let’s skip the hunting part.”
Cas chuckled. “Are you sure?”
“Yep,” Dean said, popping the p. “Leaves us more time for this.” His hand closed around Cas’ shaft, squeezed and worked him slowly with skilled movements. A moan caught in Cas’ throat, his breathing picked up and his body reacted at once.
The lavish sounds went right to Dean’s dick, caught between his stomach and Cas’ back. And then Cas started to thrust into Dean’s hand earnestly. Water swashed, and the friction was killing him as it grew almost unbearable.
Dean’s dick throbbed, leaking precum into the water, while Cas writhed in his arms.
“Dean,” Cas moaned, low in his throat, and Dean felt it echo through his bones.
Cas’ stamina should be endless, but Dean could tell his angel was close already. His movements became erratic, occasionally he faltered before he picked up pace anew, grinding against Dean and thrusting into Dean’s tight fist.
Cas panted. Sweat stood on his face, and he had his head thrown back, his back arched. Water spilled onto the floor, but Dean couldn’t care less. Whispering words of love into Cas’ ear, he flicked his wrist, and Cas cried out.
“Dean,” he gasped. “Dean.”
“I have you, sweetheart. Shh. I have you.” Peppering Cas’ nape and shoulder with kisses, Dean met Cas’ pace with his fist.
Cas’ body was taut, getting tauter by the minute. All it took in the end, was one pinch to Cas’ nipple, and his angel spilled hot liquid into the cooling water.
Dean’s lips met Cas’ while Dean stroked him through the remains of his orgasm. His own dick still throbbed between them, painfully. Without a warning and in a swift move, Dean found their roles reversed. Cas’ hand fisted around him, and Dean gasped.
Cas had him on the edge in almost no time. Thankfully, he didn’t wait it out and had mercy with him. Toes curling, Dean’s belly clenched and his balls tightened, and then he came, hard, his dick pulsing until he was utterly spent.
Happily, Dean fell back in his angel’s arms. “Fuck!” he breathed and chuckled.
Gentle fingers brushed though Dean’s hair, and Cas’ lips kissed along his nape, reaching his jaw. “Yes,” his angel agreed.
“Goddammit, you’re good,” Dean sighed and closed his eyes.
“Only the best for you, my love,” Cas mumbled against his neck. “Only the best. After all, it’s your birthday.” Although he couldn’t see it, Dean could feel the smile on Cas’ face.
“So, what? Do I have to wait another year for another round?”
Cas chuckled and Dean felt the vibrations through his body. “I doubt I can wait that long. Not now, not after I know what I’ve missed so long.”
“Thank fuck. Let’s never wait that long ever again.”
“It’ll be impossible. You’re addictive, Dean. I want more of this, every day. For the rest of my life.”
“Sap,” Dean grumbled, only to add, “Yeah, love you too, sunshine. By the way, best birthday present ever.”
“Wait until next year,” Cas deadpanned, and Dean laughed.
He couldn’t wait what his angel would come up with. After all, it was a promise.