[There are so many parts of his life that are full of pain and urgency that he's grown to appreciate the rare moment where he can be gentle, when time isn't ticking like a bomb in the back of his head. And a part of him is grateful that its one of those rare moments that he can share with Cas. That their first kiss isn't something frantic and fleeting.
It means he can focus on the way skin buzzes under roaming hands, or on the weight that settles against his chest. He can feel soft lips and heavy breaths, and there's something about that noise that seems to jolt right through him and settle low in his belly. And the taste that he gets when tongues first tangle, it's sweet and addicting and if he was a cheesy bastard he'd make some comparison to pie-but he's totally not. Still, there's something about the scent in the air that just vibrates with something he's come to associate as Cas that seems to blend in with all of his other senses until this whole thing feels entirely new and oh so familiar.
His own hands move now that they're free, one down to his waist to pull him closer, to instinctively seek out a heat for a chill he didn't even realize he was feeling. And the other slides through that hair without any tease or irony and he can't help the pleased sound that falls against Cas' tongue.
A part of him wants to take this further, to move to clothes and start undoing buttons, to leave a trail of kisses along that jawline, or nip at his neck. And it'd be so easy. This is something he can normally do as easily as breathing. But this is Cas and even if he wants to get dirty and biblical with him, he knows he can't go into this without words. Without some understanding of what the hell this is or what's expected when the moment's over. Because Cas is too damn important to let himself fuck this up.
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It means he can focus on the way skin buzzes under roaming hands, or on the weight that settles against his chest. He can feel soft lips and heavy breaths, and there's something about that noise that seems to jolt right through him and settle low in his belly. And the taste that he gets when tongues first tangle, it's sweet and addicting and if he was a cheesy bastard he'd make some comparison to pie-but he's totally not. Still, there's something about the scent in the air that just vibrates with something he's come to associate as Cas that seems to blend in with all of his other senses until this whole thing feels entirely new and oh so familiar.
His own hands move now that they're free, one down to his waist to pull him closer, to instinctively seek out a heat for a chill he didn't even realize he was feeling. And the other slides through that hair without any tease or irony and he can't help the pleased sound that falls against Cas' tongue.
A part of him wants to take this further, to move to clothes and start undoing buttons, to leave a trail of kisses along that jawline, or nip at his neck. And it'd be so easy. This is something he can normally do as easily as breathing. But this is Cas and even if he wants to get dirty and biblical with him, he knows he can't go into this without words. Without some understanding of what the hell this is or what's expected when the moment's over. Because Cas is too damn important to let himself fuck this up.
But it can wait. Just...a little longer.]