[ He only gets a second to suck in another breath before everything turns itself upside-down.
Of all the things they could be doing, of everything they've ever done-- It's really difficult to wrap his mind around this, how easy they've fallen into it and how quickly things are escalating. From a kiss to this? There's really no overthinking though, twisting just a little to press himself closer and closer still. He's not going to deny either of them whatever happens, greedy enough to take it, and there's a very visible flush working across his cheeks and down his neck from the way Dean laughs. It's a good sound, an even better indication that it's not just a meaningless thing. Castiel feels remarkably giddy with it, moving and arching and leaning into him.
A breathy murmur, Dean's name on the tip of his tongue, and he grazes his mouth along his jaw. To an ear. ]
How close?
[ He whispers it against the lobe, kissing there and just beneath as he nuzzles into him. There's a tremor to his fingers as they slip down to toy with the hem of his shirt, waiting it out and listening to the hard hammer of his heartbeat when he swallows. All he has to do is give him some clue that anything beyond kissing is more than okay. Just the slightest nod or a yes--
Castiel decides he wants to hear it, turning back to kiss him again and repeat the words.
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Of all the things they could be doing, of everything they've ever done-- It's really difficult to wrap his mind around this, how easy they've fallen into it and how quickly things are escalating. From a kiss to this? There's really no overthinking though, twisting just a little to press himself closer and closer still. He's not going to deny either of them whatever happens, greedy enough to take it, and there's a very visible flush working across his cheeks and down his neck from the way Dean laughs. It's a good sound, an even better indication that it's not just a meaningless thing. Castiel feels remarkably giddy with it, moving and arching and leaning into him.
A breathy murmur, Dean's name on the tip of his tongue, and he grazes his mouth along his jaw. To an ear. ]
How close?
[ He whispers it against the lobe, kissing there and just beneath as he nuzzles into him. There's a tremor to his fingers as they slip down to toy with the hem of his shirt, waiting it out and listening to the hard hammer of his heartbeat when he swallows. All he has to do is give him some clue that anything beyond kissing is more than okay. Just the slightest nod or a yes--
Castiel decides he wants to hear it, turning back to kiss him again and repeat the words.
how close? ]