[ Humans are masters at nuance, at saying one thing and meaning another, at half truths and hidden meanings. An entire conversation can be held with just body language and eye contact, the brush of fingers over skin, a shy smile. You know why, Cas. You do. Maybe you're not admitting it to yourself, maybe Dean needs to grow a set and make the words happen, but deep down, you know.
Dean looks down at Cas and he sees him in new ways every time; his head in Dean's lap, the brush of his fingers over Dean's lips, how Cas pulled him down for a kiss, and Dean didn't resist.
He resists now, though, shivering at those warm fingers wrapping around his aching cock, tipping his head so he can catch Cas' lower lip briefly between his teeth before letting go. ]
Not yet. I want to make this last.
[ He sure hopes Cas packed some lube in that kit he brought out, cause that's what he's fumbling for, groping along the floorboard for cold plastic. HE doesn't need it quite yet, but he wants it handy for later. ]
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Dean looks down at Cas and he sees him in new ways every time; his head in Dean's lap, the brush of his fingers over Dean's lips, how Cas pulled him down for a kiss, and Dean didn't resist.
He resists now, though, shivering at those warm fingers wrapping around his aching cock, tipping his head so he can catch Cas' lower lip briefly between his teeth before letting go. ]
Not yet. I want to make this last.
[ He sure hopes Cas packed some lube in that kit he brought out, cause that's what he's fumbling for, groping along the floorboard for cold plastic. HE doesn't need it quite yet, but he wants it handy for later. ]