[ there's fire in those kisses, neediness and eagerness dean has been tasting only sparks of so far in their shared moments. but it's here now, just under the surface, and he thinks there's no turning back from this, that he wants all of it, wants more than what he's been given so far. his knees dig into the mattress, body presses against castiel's, leaving little to no space between them while his hands roam over the unfamiliar planes of his torso. his shirt covering cas' body leaves his fingers from touching skin, though his mouth is free to press harder against castiel's, pulling kisses from him with no room to breathe. the taste of his is intoxicating, just like this situation is building up to be.
it's only when cas presses their foreheads together that dean has a moment to breathe, to think once more.
not that he manages any words, and instead his hands finally slip lower, come to the hem of that shirt and then ride upwards, up, up, right until their disappear beneath, skimming over his chest, feeling everything they can with little shame.
dean hasn't really thought about this yet, of taking more. doing more. the hot, lick-bite kisses of their have been enough, have lit him up on the inside with such fire that he's been content, had gotten more from those exchanges than anything else before.
but now that they're here, now that it's only a matter of pushing cas into the mattress-- he wants, and it stirs fire in his veins, rushes it right down through his body. it's exactly what he does a moment later, as cas mumbles into the corner of his mouth, leaves visions of something dirty flashing across his mind with those quick words. he presses him down, crowds over him without letting any space come between them. ]
Yeah? Should probably find something better to think about.
[ he's only quiet for a breath longer, green watching carefully now. the words are a little self-deprecating, so he adds quietly; ]
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it's only when cas presses their foreheads together that dean has a moment to breathe, to think once more.
not that he manages any words, and instead his hands finally slip lower, come to the hem of that shirt and then ride upwards, up, up, right until their disappear beneath, skimming over his chest, feeling everything they can with little shame.
dean hasn't really thought about this yet, of taking more. doing more. the hot, lick-bite kisses of their have been enough, have lit him up on the inside with such fire that he's been content, had gotten more from those exchanges than anything else before.
but now that they're here, now that it's only a matter of pushing cas into the mattress-- he wants, and it stirs fire in his veins, rushes it right down through his body. it's exactly what he does a moment later, as cas mumbles into the corner of his mouth, leaves visions of something dirty flashing across his mind with those quick words. he presses him down, crowds over him without letting any space come between them. ]
Yeah? Should probably find something better to think about.
[ he's only quiet for a breath longer, green watching carefully now. the words are a little self-deprecating, so he adds quietly; ]
Good thoughts, I hope.