[ Dean follows after Cas when he leans back, his hands sliding free of hair and hands. He aches for more, lips cool and damp from where he'd tasted paradise. Cas is speaking, but it's muffled under the roar of need in Dean's veins, skin pricked with gooseflesh from where Cas' fingers slid over his body. ]
What? [ Dean's already reaching for Cas again, uncomprehending at first, mirroring the desire for touch. He slips his hand under Cas' shirt to pass over his belly to his lower back, eager to bring him in ever closer, because Dean cannot get enough and even the press of flesh on flesh is not good enough. He wants to crawl into Cas and stay there, so deeply ingrained, sand under skin.
Some of the fog clears, though, and it registers what is actually being said and Dean remembers himself, eases back with great reluctance and lets his fingers trail over Cas' skin, lingering at his hip. Cas is a bright star in Dean's dimly lit universe, a beacon of light glimmering in the twilight. He can't look away, can't pull away from his gravity now that he's allowed himself to be caught.
just be like cw: dean and cas, that's it, that's the warning
What? [ Dean's already reaching for Cas again, uncomprehending at first, mirroring the desire for touch. He slips his hand under Cas' shirt to pass over his belly to his lower back, eager to bring him in ever closer, because Dean cannot get enough and even the press of flesh on flesh is not good enough. He wants to crawl into Cas and stay there, so deeply ingrained, sand under skin.
Some of the fog clears, though, and it registers what is actually being said and Dean remembers himself, eases back with great reluctance and lets his fingers trail over Cas' skin, lingering at his hip. Cas is a bright star in Dean's dimly lit universe, a beacon of light glimmering in the twilight. He can't look away, can't pull away from his gravity now that he's allowed himself to be caught.
A deep breath, one, two. ]
Right now.