It was way too easy.
They broke through the fist door, they broke through the second door.
The man behind the wooden desk just froze and screamed, then his upper body hit the table, two bullets in his forehead.
Neither himself, nor the Hunter was able to focus on what they were doing - what they just did.
They only looked into each other's eyes for a second, then their lips crashed.

Castiel groaned into the kiss and thrusted forward a little. The Hunter met his thrust with a harder one. "I don't even know your name" Castiel panted, dragging his lips down to suck at the blonde's neck, nipping tiny bites at it, then lavishing the spots with his tongue.
"We... we should probably go somewhere they won't find us that easy" the Hunter kind-of-answered, also longing for air.
"It'll take them some time until they suspect something and I need this right now, my dear, just as much as you." The words went straight to the blonde's groin and he growled loudly, grabbing Castiel's hips.
"Dean. My - fuck - name is Dean. Do that again!"
Castiel had been nibbling softly Dean's earlobe but this time he let his theeth take care of the soft flesh. Dean groaned loudly, grabbing the bottom of Castiel's shirt and they parted lips long enough for him to take it over his head.
"Castiel." The brunette returned the gesture and by then it was skin on skin, hands touching every part the could reach. Castiel undid the other mans pants and shoved his hand down Dean's boxers, feeling his growing hard length in his hands. Cas gave a few pumps to it and Dean darted his tongue into the others' mouth about to claim dominance.
Castiel pulled down the boxers that were keeping him from the round globes of the other mans ass. He bit each check and kissed over the marks he left behind. Castiel spread the two hunks of flesh apart and dived in between, his tongue lashing and probing into Dean's tight entrance. Dean let out a deep guttural moan and gripped the table tighter. Castiel became more aggressive darting his tongue in and out of his hole, he reached around Dean's body and grabbed ahold of his length pumping it rough and quick.
"I'm going to cum on the president's dead face at his rate, Cas." "That is my intention, Dean." Castiel chuckled and it's vibration gave Dean goosebumps. The blonde needed all his will but he successfully held Castiel away from him and breathed: "Only if you stop being dressed, Angel, your body is even more gorgeous without anything on."

Something deep inside Castiel went warm. Dean hadn't used his alias, he had used angel a nickname for him.
The dark haired man snapped back to reality and realised Dean must have gottten impatient, because he got rid of Castiel's pants himself.

Dean's hands were everywhere and his lips discovered Castiel's collar bone with the intention to go deeper. His knees got week and so Castiel let himself fall down onto one of the couches in the room, Dean above him, his lips now almost at his thighs.
"You know, I-" was one of the last sentence Castiel was able to say because Dean pressed first pressed a kiss on the dark haired man's tip but then he licked over his shaft and took the full length in his mouth. Castiel groaned and Dean began to move his head up and down, sucking and from time to time licking over his top which was already covered in pre cum.

Another moan escaped Castiel's mouth and Dean stroked himself, moaning in return and closing his eyes, bathing in the moment.
Castiel took the opportunity and pulled himself out, lowering to Dean's level. "Since I'm...." Castiel took a deep breath before he continued "Since I'm already kind of lubed and I still have to convince you for a repetition of this - get on your knees, hands on the floor. We're gonna get serious."
Dean shivered at the commanding tone in Castiel's voice and went down, bracing himself on the tile. The broad, warm body of Castiel covered his own, hands meeting the floor on either side of Dean's waist, soft skin of his abdomen rubbing down over Dean's exposed buttocks, lips trailing his back afterwards as Castiel rested his knees on the floor, nudging Dean's legs open.
Castiel's fingers already slided between Dean's buttocks, spreading and rubbing them before tracing the pucker there, teasing with a finger. Dean groaned impatiently and rocked down. "Just fuck me already, you stupid idjit!" Castiel silently chuckled and pressed inwards.
Dean's moan shook him to his bones, deep and rough with relief and frustration. He got up to three fingers without speaking again, Dean rocking back with every thrust and whimpering, flexing and changing his angle to try and get Castiel deeper. When the dark haired added another finger, Dean outright growled: "That is....enough! I've done this before, many times before, so just..." He pushed back with a jerk and rolled his hips when Castiel crooked his fingers. Castiel nipped the soft flesh of his ass. "Trust me. You'll need this."
Dean twisted his neck a little, looking back at him almost furiously. "I already sucked you off man, I know your size pretty well!" "I said trust me." Castiel scissored his fingers and Dean inhaled sharply. "You're going to feel this for days."  Dean whimpered and let his gaze fall back to the floor, legs hunkering lower, further apart. Castiel enjoyed the submissive pose when Dean spoke up again. "For the sake of your own sex live, I better remember this."

Now it became even more a competition.
Castiel removed his fingers and rose a little, lining up and sinking into Dean with a long moan and a grunt of satisfaction. Dean keened alarmingly, backing up against Castiel and trying to force him deeper, quicker. "You..." Castiel moaned, picking up a rhythm that sended Dean just a little lower, a little more spread for him on the tile. "...are a very impatient...person" he grasped Dean's cock, cutting off whatever angry defence he was about to utter, mangling it into an angry growl.
Clearly he could have said whatever he wanted with Dean like this, stuffed full and rubbing into his palm with desperate, quick little strokes. Dean moaned, grinding into Castiel's hand. "And you are..." Dean hissed back "a very sadistic asshole because - fuck - because you seem to love torturing other people." Dean's voice catchend as Castiel clenched around him, he was already so close, so fucking close to blowing and Castiel seemed to notice, because he jerked Dean even quicker to compensate, relishing the wet, fleshy sound of his fist on Dean's cock, foreskin and pre-come dragging under his hand and slicking back into place again with each pull. "You seem like a....person who enjoys being tortured." Castiel's eyes screw shut despite his efforts, one hand pulling Dean' hips into place, giving him a better angle as he moves faster, harder, thumb swiping the head of Dean's cock. "I never said....anything against this but you're for sure....one of those CEO's with a Sex dungeon in their cellar" Dean panted, his voice telling Castiel he wouldn't last any longer. "We should try that, maybe using a fancy collar."
Castiel shudderd and plunged hard into Dean's bared body once more, coming inside of him with a groan, Dean spended into Castiel's fist at the sound of his name, spulled taught and craving by the own created images of him and Castiel in a sex dungeon, using things most people not even knowing they existed. He whimpered and rocked back as he came, feeling thick, wet heat inside of him, Castiel still slightly hard and rucking into him as he came down.

They stayed liked that for a moment, then slowly got up and put their clothes back on, cleaning their mess.
Without anyone noticing them, they left the building and went back to their cars, realising they parked next to each other. In silence they packed their belongings in the trunks, closed them but none of them moved, they just looked at each other. Dean was the first to speak.
"You convinced me."
It took Castiel a second but the he laughed and replied: "Well that is very good because I am already looking forward for the next time we meet."
Both men smiled and the silence came back.

"You know, we have two options now. One, we leave and fuck the next time we see each other or two, we go, eat some burgers and fuck this night after watching some fifty shades of grey. After what we did, I have this feeling I should finally watch this shit."

"Option two, where's the next diner? and you never saw fifty shades? What are you, a sociopath?"