[ The words aren't simply generous; they're completely alien. Dean has spent years putting up walls, metaphorically and literally, and every opportunity Cas has taken to scale or tear them down has been met with frustration, anger, and resistance. So, being let in under Dean's guard for any amount of time is deeply touching, and this is... indulgent. Cas shivers under the caress of the words like they're Dean's hands or mouth. He isn't deserving of so much of Dean's attention, but fuck is he greedy for it. ]
Good. What I want is for us to last like this as long as we can.
[ He encourages Dean, voice gone a little higher with breathlessness as he rocks against Dean again, grinding a thigh between his legs, pulling Dean down by his hips as he arches up to feel the slide of naked skin together. He kisses Dean eagerly but restrained with the ghost of wet, warm lips against Dean's mouth again and again. ]
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Good. What I want is for us to last like this as long as we can.
[ He encourages Dean, voice gone a little higher with breathlessness as he rocks against Dean again, grinding a thigh between his legs, pulling Dean down by his hips as he arches up to feel the slide of naked skin together. He kisses Dean eagerly but restrained with the ghost of wet, warm lips against Dean's mouth again and again. ]
Make me beg for it.