[ castiel's fingers on his face are gentle as they trace his skin, and dean-- it threatens to drown him, such a simple thing as those touches. right now all he can see is cas, all he can feel is his hands on him, and it's all he wants. right there and here, is everything he desires. no one's touched him like this, not in a long time and he feels himself suck in a breath at those words. his own are steady, but careful. ]
You have seen me fall apart.
[ but not in the way cas is suggesting.
dean opens up easily enough for the kisses, groans into the slide and bite as he settles between cas' legs. it's good, bordering on becoming familiar, right until cas rolls his hips for friction, for obvious need and dean moans quietly. the words drive the point home, that this is going beyond the usual hungry kisses, and dean-- he finds himself more than alright with that, wants this to go further, wants all of him, wants him right now.
dean's used to a simple routine that doesn't fit anything he and cas have between them. he's used to shoving, for clothes to come off just enough for the deed to be done, he's done for a quick, rough press-push-take and driving the point home, forcing the pleasure out for that single, mind-numbing moment. no words, no kisses, none of that.
yet here, he has so much more he almost doesn't know what to do about it. ]
Then this needs to come off.
[ this time his voice holds more humor, something quietly pleased. a hand pushes up at cas' shirt, exposing skin before latching down, fingers dragging greedily over his friend's torso. gentle, nice-- he's not sure how to go about that, so he does it how he knows; greedy and to the point. including when he bends down, bites at cas' mouth and forces entry. ]
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You have seen me fall apart.
[ but not in the way cas is suggesting.
dean opens up easily enough for the kisses, groans into the slide and bite as he settles between cas' legs. it's good, bordering on becoming familiar, right until cas rolls his hips for friction, for obvious need and dean moans quietly. the words drive the point home, that this is going beyond the usual hungry kisses, and dean-- he finds himself more than alright with that, wants this to go further, wants all of him, wants him right now.
dean's used to a simple routine that doesn't fit anything he and cas have between them. he's used to shoving, for clothes to come off just enough for the deed to be done, he's done for a quick, rough press-push-take and driving the point home, forcing the pleasure out for that single, mind-numbing moment. no words, no kisses, none of that.
yet here, he has so much more he almost doesn't know what to do about it. ]
Then this needs to come off.
[ this time his voice holds more humor, something quietly pleased. a hand pushes up at cas' shirt, exposing skin before latching down, fingers dragging greedily over his friend's torso. gentle, nice-- he's not sure how to go about that, so he does it how he knows; greedy and to the point. including when he bends down, bites at cas' mouth and forces entry. ]