[ He really doesn't want to, but he thinks he probably should.
Castiel's still far too observant, picking up on the trace amounts of slur in his words and the heated touch of his skin as he rests against him. He can feel his eyes on him through all of it, purposely keeping his shut as he considers what to do. Perhaps, if nothing goes wrong, they can pursue this later. There's time. For once, in so many years, they actually have it to spare. He thinks it would be good to take this slow, test it out. He is, after all, perfectly fine with experimenting and finding where things might lead.
There's a low noise in the back of his throat, almost a scoff. Then, he's tilting his head back and lifting up just enough to press a kiss to his forehead. ]
Come on.
[ He still caresses the side of his face, fingers curving gently against his jaw. ] You should lay down.
[ Or make it somewhere that isn't the table. Their bed is the final destination, and no matter how many times, he'll say it again if he has to. He's really not in the mood to be dragging Dean across the room with him half out of his mind from some painkillers. In hindsight, he probably should have given him one and called it a night. He gives another sigh, soft and quiet before kissing the corner of his mouth as if to say please. ]
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Castiel's still far too observant, picking up on the trace amounts of slur in his words and the heated touch of his skin as he rests against him. He can feel his eyes on him through all of it, purposely keeping his shut as he considers what to do. Perhaps, if nothing goes wrong, they can pursue this later. There's time. For once, in so many years, they actually have it to spare. He thinks it would be good to take this slow, test it out. He is, after all, perfectly fine with experimenting and finding where things might lead.
There's a low noise in the back of his throat, almost a scoff. Then, he's tilting his head back and lifting up just enough to press a kiss to his forehead. ]
Come on.
[ He still caresses the side of his face, fingers curving gently against his jaw. ] You should lay down.
[ Or make it somewhere that isn't the table. Their bed is the final destination, and no matter how many times, he'll say it again if he has to. He's really not in the mood to be dragging Dean across the room with him half out of his mind from some painkillers. In hindsight, he probably should have given him one and called it a night. He gives another sigh, soft and quiet before kissing the corner of his mouth as if to say please. ]