multi-fandom smut

Can I Help You Groom Them? - Destiel

I couldn't stop watching Cas. I didn't know what it was about him that was making me feel this way, but the concentration on his face was amazing.

"Hey, Cas?" I asked softly.

He looked at me with those huge innocent eyes that he has and I swear I almost moaned. "Yes, Dean?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I haven't groomed my wings in a few months and I was considering doing it now but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

I thought about that. "It wouldn't make me uncomfortable. I actually want to see them."

He looked astonished. "Would you really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll have to remove some of my clothing. Would that make you uncomfortable, Dean?"

Keep it cool, Winchester. "No, of course not, Cas."

He locks eyes with me, seemingly making sure that I meant that. But of course I did. He was Castiel.

And so our own personal angel, took off his trench coat, tie, and dress shirt, leaving his surprisingly muscular chest. I wasn't really expecting that.

The focused look on his face returned and within seconds a pair of beautiful black wings sprang into existence. I was rendered speechless.

Cas looked concerned. "Are you okay, Dean?"

I mentally shook myself. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm fine. I was just a bit awestruck by them. They're beautiful, Cas." I hesitated. "Uh... can I help you groom them?"

Cas once again looked astonished. "You would really like to help me?"

"Why does that surprise you?"

"I just wasn't expecting you to see them the way you do, I suppose." He looked at me and smiled. "We should go to my room, though." I didn't question this.

When we got in he sat down on his bed, and I clambered up to sit behind him.

"Will you teach what I need to do to groom them?" I asked

His smile returned. "Of course."

He took my hand and lead it to the feathers at the top of one of his wings and let me go just before I touched it.

"Just use your fingers to comb through the feathers and straighten them out."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me because he had already turned back around. I lightly brushed my hand across the top of his right wing, just trying to see if they were as soft as they looked. I barely had a second to comprehend that they were before I heard Cas groan. I immediately became concerned.

"You okay, Cas? Am I hurting you?"

"You are fine, Dean. They're just a little sensitive is all. You may continue if you wish."

And so I began to rake my fingers through them, but it didn't take long for me to notice that Cas was groaning again. At this point I had decided that I would simply trust him to tell me if i was hurting him.

"Dean?"

I stopped. "Yeah, Cas?"

"Your fingers are too dry. There is a gland at the base of each wing that should be secreting oil to help you groom them."

"Okay." I felt around for them and found them, and as he had said, they were definitely leaking. I gathered up some of the oil and began to apply it to his wings, but then he did something I wasn't expecting. He moaned. Loudly. I only paused for a second, then decided that playing it off would be the best move in this situation. I continued applying the oil, and I could tell that something was happening in his head, but I didn't want to stop.