[ it's odd being able to do this now, freely. it's weird doing so softly, nice, instead of the rough bite and pull he's used to from back home. risa had been good for that, had dished out the same he'd give her, blow for blow. but cas-- it's more than that, more than anything he's had before.
but dean would rather not talk about it too much, doesn't want to put it int words.
instead, for now, he'd rather just chuckle quietly into the kiss, that request to stay. maybe he can do as much.
the taste of cas' mouth chases away the pain for a moment, has dean opening up to it as cas pushes in, sinks against him so dean can feel every inch of him. it's good, so good, and has dean forgetting everything in the mix of cas' lips, his tongue, teeth-- all of him, right to the point where he tries to move his arm to wrap closer to his friend.
which, of course, ends in a sharp, pained sound as he jerks back. ]
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but dean would rather not talk about it too much, doesn't want to put it int words.
instead, for now, he'd rather just chuckle quietly into the kiss, that request to stay. maybe he can do as much.
the taste of cas' mouth chases away the pain for a moment, has dean opening up to it as cas pushes in, sinks against him so dean can feel every inch of him. it's good, so good, and has dean forgetting everything in the mix of cas' lips, his tongue, teeth-- all of him, right to the point where he tries to move his arm to wrap closer to his friend.
which, of course, ends in a sharp, pained sound as he jerks back. ]
Fuck--
[ fuck his fucking fucked up arm, goddamn it. ]