[ castiel isn't sure what he's expecting when he reaches out to curl his fingers into dean's jacket which, for someone like him, it is an incredibly bold move that gives him away entirely, and that's pretty terrifying. he's not like dean, he's not the sort to make his interest known because people generally aren't interested in return, and honestly, castiel is so rarely concerned with anyone at all that it's not an issue that really ever arises.
but dean? dean has tested him in every way, dean has stirred things within him that he hasn't felt in years. the attraction was instant, of course - he's too good looking for his own good, knows it, the bastard, but there's far more to it than that. dean is sharp and passionate and smarter than he gives himself credit for, he is kind in unexpected ways, charismatic and warm when he isn't being an absolute pain in the ass. there is something between them, some spark that ignited quickly and burns brightly, a sort of intensity that he has felt with only one person before.
so when dean's mouth touches his own, it feels electric, like a pulse that radiates through his body, instant and evocative. he sucks in a quick breath, tensing all over, cold panic tightening in his gut like an icy fist pulling at his insides - but it eases away just as quickly, and the soft sound that castiel makes against dean's mouth is warmth and relief and longing all at once, his mouth softening from its tense line to something more pliant and inviting. the easy, gentle touch along the inside of his wrist is intimate enough to make him shiver.
castiel's arms come up, sliding over dean's broad shoulders to draw him near and keep him close, both hands curling into leather and holding fast while he tilts his head and parts his lips and allows himself to be swallowed by it. dean's mouth is so soft, warm and wet and sweet as he'd imagined it would be, because you can be sure that he has imagined it, more times than he would like to admit. but it's even better still than his own thoughts had been, it's solid and real and so, so warm. dean is filling all of his senses, the touch of his mouth, the leather and spice scent of him, the quiet, wet sounds of their mouths and of rustling fabric. ]
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but dean? dean has tested him in every way, dean has stirred things within him that he hasn't felt in years. the attraction was instant, of course - he's too good looking for his own good, knows it, the bastard, but there's far more to it than that. dean is sharp and passionate and smarter than he gives himself credit for, he is kind in unexpected ways, charismatic and warm when he isn't being an absolute pain in the ass. there is something between them, some spark that ignited quickly and burns brightly, a sort of intensity that he has felt with only one person before.
so when dean's mouth touches his own, it feels electric, like a pulse that radiates through his body, instant and evocative. he sucks in a quick breath, tensing all over, cold panic tightening in his gut like an icy fist pulling at his insides - but it eases away just as quickly, and the soft sound that castiel makes against dean's mouth is warmth and relief and longing all at once, his mouth softening from its tense line to something more pliant and inviting. the easy, gentle touch along the inside of his wrist is intimate enough to make him shiver.
castiel's arms come up, sliding over dean's broad shoulders to draw him near and keep him close, both hands curling into leather and holding fast while he tilts his head and parts his lips and allows himself to be swallowed by it. dean's mouth is so soft, warm and wet and sweet as he'd imagined it would be, because you can be sure that he has imagined it, more times than he would like to admit. but it's even better still than his own thoughts had been, it's solid and real and so, so warm. dean is filling all of his senses, the touch of his mouth, the leather and spice scent of him, the quiet, wet sounds of their mouths and of rustling fabric. ]