[Now that's the kind of kiss that makes his brain short-circuit and his thoughts stop, the kind he can lean into while everything around him fades to background noise, where nothing more exists than the hand on the back of his head and the lips against his own and the tongue that's stealing every flavor from his mouth. And it's seriously not fair how quickly Cas has picked up those skills. He's fairly sure he sucked for months when he first started kissing. Movies and campy television shows were terrible inspiration for what worked as an actual kiss. But it's his turn to go a little slack-jawed when Cas pulls back, dazed enough that he doesn't flinch when Cas is wiping at the side of his mouth and then feeding him his come.
And he lets out a shaky breath as that finger rolls against his tongue, the brush of his finger making it tingle in a way he doesn't even know how to itch. And then it's gone too soon, and he only gets a light kiss at the digit before it's gone. That look though, that dark cool look in blue eyes, it lingers in his mind's eye even when it's gone, has his heart beating hard in his chest.
He's already feeling a little ungrounded under Cas's intense attention, that he's not even surprised when he winds up on his back, the disorientation playing into the lightheadedness he feels at the moment. And he makes an appreciative noise when Cas announces his vague plans. That sounds good enough to him.
His breath hitches when his pants are pulled down with an impatient force and his cock hits the air for the first time that night, and suddenly it's hard to ignore just how eagerly hard it is, and it already has his breathing a little shallow.
And he physically jerks with that first touch, scalding and intense, after being so pointedly ignored.]
Uuuh. [He swallows thickly and works a suddenly dry mouth to answer.] Well, that-this feels pretty good.
[And even if he could form a full sexy scenario, he wouldn't share it. Not right now, not when he wouldn't know if what he asked Cas to do would be something he'd actually be interested in or just an attempt to return a favor that-honestly, he doesn't have to return. Dean enjoyed every second he had Cas under him.]
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Date: 19 Jan 2016 07:01 (UTC)And he lets out a shaky breath as that finger rolls against his tongue, the brush of his finger making it tingle in a way he doesn't even know how to itch. And then it's gone too soon, and he only gets a light kiss at the digit before it's gone. That look though, that dark cool look in blue eyes, it lingers in his mind's eye even when it's gone, has his heart beating hard in his chest.
He's already feeling a little ungrounded under Cas's intense attention, that he's not even surprised when he winds up on his back, the disorientation playing into the lightheadedness he feels at the moment. And he makes an appreciative noise when Cas announces his vague plans. That sounds good enough to him.
His breath hitches when his pants are pulled down with an impatient force and his cock hits the air for the first time that night, and suddenly it's hard to ignore just how eagerly hard it is, and it already has his breathing a little shallow.
And he physically jerks with that first touch, scalding and intense, after being so pointedly ignored.]
Uuuh. [He swallows thickly and works a suddenly dry mouth to answer.] Well, that-this feels pretty good.
[And even if he could form a full sexy scenario, he wouldn't share it. Not right now, not when he wouldn't know if what he asked Cas to do would be something he'd actually be interested in or just an attempt to return a favor that-honestly, he doesn't have to return. Dean enjoyed every second he had Cas under him.]