[ There's a shuddering sort of breath, and he wonders, for the briefest second, if he's understanding any of this right. The almost teasing tone, the way Dean kisses him and the pressure of his hands, the bite of his fingers as he scratches at him. He sighs and shifts, breaking the kiss to discard the shirt he'd only just put on, and though Castiel hardly feels any modesty being naked, there's something strange about it being like this. Only partially undressed, and he's far more exposed than he's ever been, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Time to wake up. Time to do something about all of this desire sitting heavy between them.
Castiel leans up on his elbows, nipping at Dean's mouth and the curve of his jaw. He licks a path to his ear and spends a rather lengthy minute biting at the lobe, reddening the skin underneath and making sure Dean knows exactly where he wants this to go. He's fascinated by the texture and taste of him, nuzzling into the side of his cheek and breathing just to breathe. But he wants more, always more than what's being offered to him, and he falls back, laughing quietly as he pulls him to him. ]
You next.
[ But rather than go for his shirt, Castiel is sliding his hands down his sides and squeezing at his hips, rubbing against him for even more of that friction. Jeans are so problematic for such a situation as this, and he drags his thumb over the button, pressing in slightly before hooking his fingers in and popping it open. The zipper gives of its own accord, not much to do except trace the warm skin around his navel. A dare to go a little lower, dipping just inside, and he kisses him whisper-soft.
The restraint he has here is phenomenal, especially when all he feels like doing is pushing Dean on his back and taking him with his mouth. ]
... tell me you want this. [ Because he needs to hear that confirmation just as much as he can feel it, is desperate to have Dean write it into his flesh with his hands and suck it into his body with his lips. Still, he doesn't wait for an answer and pushes his fingers down, sliding under the material of those jeans to press right against him and squeeze. ]
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Time to wake up. Time to do something about all of this desire sitting heavy between them.
Castiel leans up on his elbows, nipping at Dean's mouth and the curve of his jaw. He licks a path to his ear and spends a rather lengthy minute biting at the lobe, reddening the skin underneath and making sure Dean knows exactly where he wants this to go. He's fascinated by the texture and taste of him, nuzzling into the side of his cheek and breathing just to breathe. But he wants more, always more than what's being offered to him, and he falls back, laughing quietly as he pulls him to him. ]
You next.
[ But rather than go for his shirt, Castiel is sliding his hands down his sides and squeezing at his hips, rubbing against him for even more of that friction. Jeans are so problematic for such a situation as this, and he drags his thumb over the button, pressing in slightly before hooking his fingers in and popping it open. The zipper gives of its own accord, not much to do except trace the warm skin around his navel. A dare to go a little lower, dipping just inside, and he kisses him whisper-soft.
The restraint he has here is phenomenal, especially when all he feels like doing is pushing Dean on his back and taking him with his mouth. ]
... tell me you want this. [ Because he needs to hear that confirmation just as much as he can feel it, is desperate to have Dean write it into his flesh with his hands and suck it into his body with his lips. Still, he doesn't wait for an answer and pushes his fingers down, sliding under the material of those jeans to press right against him and squeeze. ]