[ That's hardly what he means, but the weight of the kiss distracts him from making another comment about it.
Castiel might explain it later, much later, when those pills have kicked in and Dean's so much more compliant than he is right now. Part of it, he's sure, is the fact he's still in pain, and the rest-- Well, he'd always assumed to know a good deal of the other man's preferences. After all, Castiel's mirrored his in a lot of ways, but even after all this time, he's still managed to surprise him, to shake him up and keep him on his toes. He supposes that's why he's always liked Dean--the unpredictability when he'd figures it to be straight and narrow.
The teeth digging into his lip causes him to shudder, and every little thought not pertaining to where they touch or what he's doing with his mouth shuts off. Castiel pushes and uses more of his tongue now, parting those lips and kissing him until he's straining for breath. Even then, he keeps pace, his palm skirting up a thigh and mimicking the brief touch to his hip. He curls his fingers into the waistline of his pants, gripping tight to the material in order to keep them from wandering further. If he could-- The leverage of that hold helps him drag him just a bit forward, closer to the edge of the table so that he's standing between Dean's legs and carefully wrapping himself around him, conscientious of his injury.
If it lasts, if it doesn't— ]
--bed. [ It's half mumbled against his mouth, sucking in a ragged breath before pressing another kiss to his chin. ] I, we should...
[ He's a little too distracted to actually explain he'd really prefer to not have to half drag him to the mattress, which means he's even less concerned with the fact it sounds like an invitation. Castiel only tugs at the loops of Dean's jeans, insistent. ]
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Castiel might explain it later, much later, when those pills have kicked in and Dean's so much more compliant than he is right now. Part of it, he's sure, is the fact he's still in pain, and the rest-- Well, he'd always assumed to know a good deal of the other man's preferences. After all, Castiel's mirrored his in a lot of ways, but even after all this time, he's still managed to surprise him, to shake him up and keep him on his toes. He supposes that's why he's always liked Dean--the unpredictability when he'd figures it to be straight and narrow.
The teeth digging into his lip causes him to shudder, and every little thought not pertaining to where they touch or what he's doing with his mouth shuts off. Castiel pushes and uses more of his tongue now, parting those lips and kissing him until he's straining for breath. Even then, he keeps pace, his palm skirting up a thigh and mimicking the brief touch to his hip. He curls his fingers into the waistline of his pants, gripping tight to the material in order to keep them from wandering further. If he could-- The leverage of that hold helps him drag him just a bit forward, closer to the edge of the table so that he's standing between Dean's legs and carefully wrapping himself around him, conscientious of his injury.
If it lasts, if it doesn't— ]
--bed. [ It's half mumbled against his mouth, sucking in a ragged breath before pressing another kiss to his chin. ] I, we should...
[ He's a little too distracted to actually explain he'd really prefer to not have to half drag him to the mattress, which means he's even less concerned with the fact it sounds like an invitation. Castiel only tugs at the loops of Dean's jeans, insistent. ]