[ There's really nothing to do but close his eyes and groan a little.
He likes the biting, never really realizing how much until Dean insisted on using his teeth, and the yank he gives him causes him to lurch forward more than he's prepared for, hands freeing themselves quick enough to slap against the table. Castiel pins Dean's thighs between them, stretching up to return those kisses over and over even as he considers gently pushing Dean back and climbing atop him.
It's a short-lived thought when his hips rock into the edge of it, and he shivers, panting against the curve of his mouth. ]
Dean —
[ He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what else to do. He wants-- There's so much that Castiel wants, so much he's afraid to just take, and he revels in the closeness for as long as he can, eventually lifting a hand to cup the side of his face. He presses their foreheads together again, pushes just slightly so their noses touch, and he allows himself to breath, to feel the dampness of Dean's lips and the warmth of each exhale. It's more than enough knowing he has him now, has him in ways that had never really occurred to him, had practically presented itself each time they'd come together. How backwards they are, seeking comfort in the worst ways.
His thumb gently traces the hard ridge of his cheekbone, holding himself still and quietly asking for the other man to hold him like this. Just a little longer, at least until the drugs really start to take affect and he has to end it. ]
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He likes the biting, never really realizing how much until Dean insisted on using his teeth, and the yank he gives him causes him to lurch forward more than he's prepared for, hands freeing themselves quick enough to slap against the table. Castiel pins Dean's thighs between them, stretching up to return those kisses over and over even as he considers gently pushing Dean back and climbing atop him.
It's a short-lived thought when his hips rock into the edge of it, and he shivers, panting against the curve of his mouth. ]
Dean —
[ He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what else to do. He wants-- There's so much that Castiel wants, so much he's afraid to just take, and he revels in the closeness for as long as he can, eventually lifting a hand to cup the side of his face. He presses their foreheads together again, pushes just slightly so their noses touch, and he allows himself to breath, to feel the dampness of Dean's lips and the warmth of each exhale. It's more than enough knowing he has him now, has him in ways that had never really occurred to him, had practically presented itself each time they'd come together. How backwards they are, seeking comfort in the worst ways.
His thumb gently traces the hard ridge of his cheekbone, holding himself still and quietly asking for the other man to hold him like this. Just a little longer, at least until the drugs really start to take affect and he has to end it. ]