[ Dreams can be so vivid, but it's always obvious that you've been dreaming after you wake up. There are details that don't hold up, realities that would never happen in the waking hours. The problem is, Dean feels like one of those impossible things, that it's hard to accept that this dream is real, whether Cas is awake or not. The rasp of his voice and the warmth of his mouth are beautifully corporeal. His fingers are calloused but gentle as they cover Cas's fingers and sink into his hair, and whether this is a cruel dream or a kind reality, Cas leans into it, welcoming Dean's hands, his tongue, his warmth, and everything that makes Dean Dean inexorably closer.
Doubt is a creeping, poisonous thing, but Dean's hands and overwhelmingly deep kisses chase it away. Cas's fingers tug at Dean's shirt and slip under it to find more skin to touch, and Dean's warmth is a weapon against the world that Cas clings to. He kisses him back, blissfully breathless. He slides forward towards Dean, starved even as he's being sated, and the hood pops under the loss of his weight, and Cas remembers why they're out here making out like teenagers on the front lawn to start with, and why they shouldn't, and what he's risking.
It's enough of a fear that he pulls his hands out from under Dean's shirt and leans away from those sweetly addictive kisses. His eyes track Dean's lips and his voice is breathless with Dean's kisses, and all Cas wants is to lean back in and inhale him more. But— ]
Mn... The hood's nice, a real workout on the abs, but when do I get my tour of the backseat?
do i have to cw: smut this same thread again because like it should be obvious by now
Doubt is a creeping, poisonous thing, but Dean's hands and overwhelmingly deep kisses chase it away. Cas's fingers tug at Dean's shirt and slip under it to find more skin to touch, and Dean's warmth is a weapon against the world that Cas clings to. He kisses him back, blissfully breathless. He slides forward towards Dean, starved even as he's being sated, and the hood pops under the loss of his weight, and Cas remembers why they're out here making out like teenagers on the front lawn to start with, and why they shouldn't, and what he's risking.
It's enough of a fear that he pulls his hands out from under Dean's shirt and leans away from those sweetly addictive kisses. His eyes track Dean's lips and his voice is breathless with Dean's kisses, and all Cas wants is to lean back in and inhale him more. But— ]
Mn... The hood's nice, a real workout on the abs, but when do I get my tour of the backseat?