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The Aphrodisiacs Drink Meme

Welcome to the drinks meme! Use RNG or pick a drink that catches your fancy. Effects are coupled, so the more the merrier (and kinkier)! All drinks include powerful aphrodisiacs and the bar features handy private rooms stocked with everything your fantasies require.

1. red - juicy red apple spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. effect: extreme, sudden arousal. You need someone, anyone, and you needed them yesterday.

2. orange - fresh orange juice with vanilla-laced champagne. effect: voyeurism. who cares who's watching? you want it right here and now. Or maybe you're the one who's into watching?

3. yellow - sweet and sour lemonade topped with meringue. effect: violence. angry hatesex can be more fun that it sounds...

4. green - lime sparkler with coconut and green tea flavors. effect: jealousy/yandere. You'll crave your partner desperately, and no one else can have them.

5. blue - crushed blueberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: domination. You'll have the urge to beat someone into submission. Make them the dog they really are.

6. purple - crushed blackberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: submission. You'll submit to any demands, and pain becomes the greatest pleasure. Who knew bleeding could feel so good?

7. pink - sweet sparkling champagne with strawberries. effect: loving. Your coupling will be adoring and loving. Onlookers will puke from the sweetness.

8. black - licorice and chocolate liqueurs. effect: The strongest of them all. There's no fighting the urge to fuck after drinking this. Even the most stoic of people can't resist this drink.

9. brown - coffee with hazelnut and cream. effect: energizing. You'll want to go all night, nothing can stop you. Multiple orgasms are nothing.

10. white - frozen coconut with jelly balls. effect: extreme bondage. You'll be frozen in place and desperate to be bound.

11. grey - earl grey tea with honey. effect: genderswap. Not the prettiest of drinks, but it will make you into the prettiest (or most handsome) belle of the bar. Just a sip gives the unbearable urge to crossdress.

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If Castiel had been expecting anything, he hadn't been able to predict that this was next. Then again, part of Dean's charms stemmed from his lack of predictability. His eyes widened in surprise, pupils darting nervously from side to side once Dean had lowered himself.

"Dean... I don't think--" He began to say nervously, audibly cut off by a loud gasp that followed the feel of Dean's warm mouth wrapped around him. His head swam at the sudden rush of sensation, palms clenched tight at Dean's hair.

Every minute was a struggle not to make too much noise, head tilted back as his breath grew more and more ragged.

Because this was so much worse than them jacking each other off in the alley. Besides, life was about being unpredictable. Any time he planned anything, things tended to go to hell. Literally.

Dean held onto his hips, thumbs rubbing over hipbones as he moved his head, each bobbing motion taking in just a little bit more of him. His tongue flattened against the underside, feeling it throbbing with each suck. Green eyes flicked up now and then to watch him, to see that expression on his face, as teeth grazed ever so slightly over him. He wanted to make him lose it, to make as much noise as possible.

Castiel, on the other hand, was trying his best not to draw attention to himself. He knew enough about this time era to know that this was definitely inappropriate. Despite his best efforts, Dean was winning. Each muffled moan grew louder than the one before it, and the grip at Dean's hair tightened.

His efforts all but crumbled when he gazed down, eyes half-lidded with lust, at the exact moment that Dean chose to look up, locking eyes. The look sent a fresh shiver of adrenaline down his spine, and Castiel has to shut his eyes and tilt his head upwards to avoid losing it right there and then. "Dean..." He gasped as a particularly strong brush of Dean's tongue made his vision see colors. His fingers roamed over Dean's scalp, silently urging.

The loss of eye contact with those captivating blue peepers made Dean moan around him in disappointment. But the fingers in his hair was encouraging, and he swallowed hard, a hand coming up to cup the soft sac of skin bumping against his chin, rolling it gently in his palm.

"I won't..." He began to say, head pressed against the brick wall and knees struggling to keep him standing. He shivered as Dean's hand joined his mouth, making it even harder to form a complete thought. "I can't hold back any longer..." he groaned, hips instinctively bucking into his warm mouth, indulging in the feeling. This time, when he looks back down at Dean, his eyes are pleading, wordlessly asking for permission. He was completely at the hunter's mercy.

He liked when Cas bucked his hips like that. The fact that he was losing control, when he was such a tightly controlled being. He catches that look, and would smirk if his mouth weren't already full. Instead he answers by pressing forward, sucking him in as far as he can, a finger sliding over his balls to press against the sensitive skin behind them. Hopefully that's all the permission that the angel needs.

Even if he hadn't understood the affirmative, there was no way he could have held back. Not when Dean took him in that way, making nerves he didn't even know he had jolt in response. He moaned breathily, louder than he ever intended to in this situation, fingernails pressing deep into Dean's clothed shoulders. It was likely that this desperate hold on him allowed him to keep his balance.

For that moment, all Castiel could think about was the man before him, mind overwhelmed as he rode each wave of pleasure further into Dean's mouth. Gone were the reservations of being out in public.

Dean moaned again, almost sensing the loss of inhibition from the angel. His finger pressed harder against him, throat working as Cas thrust into him mercilessly, getting just what he had wanted. There was no better way to bring the point home that Cas belonged to him, that he was under Dean's power and always would be.

He never wanted this feeling to end-- the sensation of coming into Dean's mouth, the realization that no one else could reduce him to such a needy, desperate thing who ceased to care about anything else but carnal pleasure with this man. He panted for air, shivering as his body struggled to return to a normal heartbeat, and slumped downward. "Dean..."

Mind still numbed with sensation, he reached down and balled a fist into Dean's shirt, drawing him upward forcefully. In that moment, Castiel seemed to have forgotten to hold back his strength, blinded by the desire to kiss him again. So he did.

Edited (TENSES!!!) 2013-07-02 03:47 (UTC)

There was a little noise as Dean felt himself practically lifted up. He'd barely managed to finish swallowing what Cas had given him, and some actually leaked from the corner of his mouth when he was kissed within in an inch of his life.

He moaned lustily into his mouth, hands burying themselves in his dark hair. After a moment he broke away, growling against his lips.

"You'd better mojo us somewhere real quick, Cas, or I'm going to screw you right into this wall."

Castiel didn't waste any time in licking Dean's lips clean. He wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, drinking him in just as feverishly until he pulled away again.

Hair severely disheveled, body still trembling from the aftermath of his orgasm, Castiel met Dean's eye and considered his choices. For a second, he's back to his usual self, carefully calculating and calm. Were it not for his flushed cheeks and his slightly labored breathing, he could have been the Castiel of any old day.

"I'll take my chances," he answered back, pressing their lower bodies together in one sudden movement. The translation being that he wanted Dean right then and there-- the thrill of being almost caught just seconds ago was addicting, and he wasn't ready to let that go just yet.

There was another low growl as Castiel got his point across very clearly. He grinned wickedly at him.

"Kinky, Cas. I like it," he muttered at him as his hands started pushing at the shoulders of the ever present trench coat. "You'd better figure out a way to get yourself ready, because I don't have any lube on me."

Granted, Castiel's previous confidence came mainly from a mixture of urgency, curiosity, and a dash of courage. Now faced with the reality of the situation, he felt a bit embarrassed. Not that it would easily show on that stony face. He shrugged the coat off his shoulders.

"We'll just have to improvise," he said lowly, taking a moment to completely undo his pants and let them fall to his ankles. The cool night air, as well as the feel of Dean's arousal against his thigh, made him shiver.

He initially avoided eye contact as he pressed two fingers between his lips and coated them liberally with saliva. It was a less than ideal solution, but if the Greeks could manage, why couldn't he? Within seconds, Castiel's eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing grew unsteady once more, hand reaching behind him and fingers slowly pressing into himself. He had a feeling Dean didn't have an abundance of patience tonight, and truthfully, even after his release, neither did he.

"Holy shit, Cas..." Dean's jaw dropped as he watched him sucking on his fingers, his tongue tracing over his own lips absently as he realized just what he was doing that for. And his suspicions were confirmed when he started stretching himself with those fingers. He wanted to watch that too, but his neck was a tempting target while Cas was focused on prepping. So he leaned in and latched his mouth onto it, licking and sucking where that seemingly permanent 5p.m. stubble started.

"Is something wrong?" He gasped. Considering Castiel was feeling a little self-conscious about his choice of improvisation (it was a bit crude, admittedly). It was difficult to try and block out the pain that came with such an impatient preparation, but Dean's mouth on his neck was a nice distraction.

With his free hand, he clutched Dean's shoulder, hissing as he forced his fingers in further.

Against his better judgment to wait until his body had acclimated more to the sensation, he began moving back and forth slowly, fucking himself with his fingers urgently and doing his best to suppress his cries.

"Hell no," Dean muttered against his neck, "It's really fucking hot, Cas." He lifted his head and covered Castiel's mouth with his own, helping to muffle those cries with a deep kiss, hands gripping at his hips tightly. He rocked against his thigh, trying to keep the sensation going for him as well until Cas gave him the go ahead.

Fortunately, his body wasn't taking too long to react, and he could soon feel himself aroused again. That, coupled with Dean's kiss, which he eagerly and hungrily responded to, helped numb the pain. He twitched against Dean at the feeling of touching his sweet spot, holding him tighter.

Wordlessly, he removed his fingers, and without breaking the kiss, wrapped them around Dean's cock instead, stroking him slowly. He pulled away from the kiss briefly.

"Do it now, Dean."

Dean could feel Cas hardening against his own thigh, and he pried one hand free to wrap around him, stroking firmly as Cas stretched himself.

"Turn around, Cas," he muttered against his lips, fingers twitching on his hip.

It was a task easier said than done considering how little room he had to move and the pants still around his ankles, but Castiel managed to reluctantly pry free from Dean's touch and follow his direction. But not before he pressed one last deep but brief kiss to Dean's lips.

He was an angel of the Lord. He could handle something as simple as turning around. Dean groaned into the kiss, then at the sight of him presenting himself for Dean and Dean alone.

He spat a healthy amount of saliva onto his hand to slick himself up even just a little bit, before he was lining up and pushing forward. It was excruciatingly slow progress, pushing past that tight ring of muscle. His hands were on Castiel's ass, spreading his cheeks to make the motion even just a little easier.

But son of a bitch, he was tight.

Even though Castiel wanted, more than anything, to have Dean inside of him and claim him right then and there, that didn't give him the power to overcome the limits of his human body. He pressed his palms and left cheek flat against the wall, groaning loudly and squeezing his eyes shut.

If there was ever a more maddening feeling, Castiel had yet to find it. It was a mixture of pleasure, impatience, and a large dose of pain that made his knees buckle even as he spread his legs further and pushed his ass further into Dean's cock.

"Faster," he begged, breathing the word out in between gasps.

(( Once again I apologize for taking forever to reply... work has been pretty awful lately. :c I completely understand if it's been too long and you'd rather not continue. ♥ ))

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