[ where there is fire in his veins, there's a cloudy, lightness in his head. he feels... half-present, slowly detached yet in a good way, where all he has to concentrate on is cas, is his mouth. nothing more, nothing less, just cas, cas and more cas. ]
Closer--
[ he breathes back, chasing that flush down cas' throat, to the side of his neck. teeth and tongue leave marks along is way, taste the sweat and flavor of his skin, needy for more, slowly aching for it. cas' meaning might be somewhat lost to him though, in the haze of good and comfort. dean hasn't thought beyond kissing, tasting yet, no matter how his body reacts. normally, back home, all of his encounter were quick and messy, no time for kissing.
his hand slides back away from cas' back, over a hip, right until his fingers are burying past the waistline of his pasts, gripping him from the front and tugging.
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Closer--
[ he breathes back, chasing that flush down cas' throat, to the side of his neck. teeth and tongue leave marks along is way, taste the sweat and flavor of his skin, needy for more, slowly aching for it. cas' meaning might be somewhat lost to him though, in the haze of good and comfort. dean hasn't thought beyond kissing, tasting yet, no matter how his body reacts. normally, back home, all of his encounter were quick and messy, no time for kissing.
his hand slides back away from cas' back, over a hip, right until his fingers are burying past the waistline of his pasts, gripping him from the front and tugging.
when he says closer, he means closer. ]
--m'not lettin' you go.
[ he growls, biting at castiel's jaw. ]