[ Though Castiel suspects that he's doing a terrible job at providing any sufficiently arousing photographs for Dean's enjoyment, he's pleased, at least, that Dean seems to be getting something out of teaching him. He enjoys the way Dean's voice goes low and his eyes darken, and that in turn has Castiel's heart beating faster and the sensation of warmth blooming across his naked skin. When Dean offers his hand, even though Castiel has no idea what the gesture is for, the sensation doubles.
Dean beckons him, and there are so many ways Castiel could respond. He could, of course, take Dean's hand as if they were to begin a choreographed dance. He could also catch Dean's wrist and kiss that open palm. He could press his cheek to it, and pull Dean into a kiss by his neck. There are so very many ways he could touch Dean, and none of them involve that phone in his other hand.
It's frustrating. Even so, Castiel is eager to do whatever Dean has planned for them, trusting that it's something he'll enjoy, if not by the nature of it, then by the simple truth that Dean is a part of the experience. Besides, he'd do anything for Dean. Surely Dean already knows that, but Castiel is committed to proving it again and again. He takes Dean's hand, simply, and steps in closer to him, meeting his eyes in a silent request for guidance. Then, he puts quietly devoted words to it as well. ]
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Dean beckons him, and there are so many ways Castiel could respond. He could, of course, take Dean's hand as if they were to begin a choreographed dance. He could also catch Dean's wrist and kiss that open palm. He could press his cheek to it, and pull Dean into a kiss by his neck. There are so very many ways he could touch Dean, and none of them involve that phone in his other hand.
It's frustrating. Even so, Castiel is eager to do whatever Dean has planned for them, trusting that it's something he'll enjoy, if not by the nature of it, then by the simple truth that Dean is a part of the experience. Besides, he'd do anything for Dean. Surely Dean already knows that, but Castiel is committed to proving it again and again. He takes Dean's hand, simply, and steps in closer to him, meeting his eyes in a silent request for guidance. Then, he puts quietly devoted words to it as well. ]
What would you like me to do?