He's made it a point not to keep them anymore, purposely avoiding anything that might be subject to secrecy. Castiel makes a habit of taking those things and running with them, of placing them somewhere far out of reach and unintentionally hiding them until he's caught in the midst of something he can't back his way out of. He doesn't want that anymore, his back aching with the shove into the wall. It's the unexpected press of Dean's body that has him almost fighting it, squirming just a little until he's so close he's breathing in the air Dean exhales and sucking down his words.
no secrets
Castiel nods absently as he tries to focus on anything beyond the smaller details, the easy way they fall together only after a few weeks of finally settling into this sort of rhythm. But it doesn't work, turning just enough to rub his nose against Dean's. ]
You want honesty? [ And there's a second, when he pauses, that his pulse echoes loud in his head, like it's the only thing he can hear. He notices the inhale he takes, the strange pressure of the words as he opens his mouth to speak. His fingers tremble. Castiel curls his hand tight into the fabric of Dean's t-shirt and tries to hold him even closer. ] See only me.
[ There's the slightest kiss to the side of the other man's mouth, a hint of desperation to it. ]
no subject
He's made it a point not to keep them anymore, purposely avoiding anything that might be subject to secrecy. Castiel makes a habit of taking those things and running with them, of placing them somewhere far out of reach and unintentionally hiding them until he's caught in the midst of something he can't back his way out of. He doesn't want that anymore, his back aching with the shove into the wall. It's the unexpected press of Dean's body that has him almost fighting it, squirming just a little until he's so close he's breathing in the air Dean exhales and sucking down his words.
no secrets
Castiel nods absently as he tries to focus on anything beyond the smaller details, the easy way they fall together only after a few weeks of finally settling into this sort of rhythm. But it doesn't work, turning just enough to rub his nose against Dean's. ]
You want honesty? [ And there's a second, when he pauses, that his pulse echoes loud in his head, like it's the only thing he can hear. He notices the inhale he takes, the strange pressure of the words as he opens his mouth to speak. His fingers tremble. Castiel curls his hand tight into the fabric of Dean's t-shirt and tries to hold him even closer. ] See only me.
[ There's the slightest kiss to the side of the other man's mouth, a hint of desperation to it. ]
I'm right here, so... Please.
[ don't look anywhere else ]