[ Okay, for Dean to actually consider it instead of being sufficiently freaked out isn't what Cas is expecting. It sends a little shiver of possessive jealousy through him, the idea that Dean might enjoy being so conspicuously spoken for, though Cas quashes the idea just as quickly. You can't really trust anything that comes out of someone's mouth while your hand is on their junk, so there's no reason to get his hopes up. It's not like he wants more from Dean, anyway. Companionship is enough, and sex is the whipped cream on the pie, so to speak. Straddling Dean's thighs, holding his cheek, and kissing his mouth filthily is already so much more than good enough. ]
Mm-hm.
[ Cas agrees about being right, and when Dean pulls him closer, Cas goes willingly again deeper into Dean's lap until they're pressed flush again. He has to take his hand off Dean's dick to do it, but that's for the best, really. They should stop. If they get caught right now, no matter what Dean says, Cas is sure it'll be the end. He doesn't want to lose this newfound intimacy, the one thing in his life sweeter than escaping it. He holds Dean's jaw as he kisses him again, and again, and again, and finally, achingly, he pulls away from Dean's kisses and the wrap of his arms. ]
Alright, you've distracted me from my, uh, exposed work long enough, Dean.
[ It feels a little like breathing in air that's gone below freezing, pulling away from Dean; it takes his breath away and stings his lungs. Cas smiles through the pain, setting his feet carefully between the rows of kale as he uses Dean's shoulders to stand, then looks at him adoringly as he offers his hands to help Dean up, as well. ]
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Mm-hm.
[ Cas agrees about being right, and when Dean pulls him closer, Cas goes willingly again deeper into Dean's lap until they're pressed flush again. He has to take his hand off Dean's dick to do it, but that's for the best, really. They should stop. If they get caught right now, no matter what Dean says, Cas is sure it'll be the end. He doesn't want to lose this newfound intimacy, the one thing in his life sweeter than escaping it. He holds Dean's jaw as he kisses him again, and again, and again, and finally, achingly, he pulls away from Dean's kisses and the wrap of his arms. ]
Alright, you've distracted me from my, uh, exposed work long enough, Dean.
[ It feels a little like breathing in air that's gone below freezing, pulling away from Dean; it takes his breath away and stings his lungs. Cas smiles through the pain, setting his feet carefully between the rows of kale as he uses Dean's shoulders to stand, then looks at him adoringly as he offers his hands to help Dean up, as well. ]
Go bang your baby.