I'm sorry, I can't-- I can't help it, you're so...
[ Sexy. Is that the right word? He's not sure, because it doesn't seem applicable -- and he doesn't mean that in a bad way. Cas is divine, in more ways than one. Dean's soul yearns, reaches back towards Cas grace, the feeling pulling from his spine through his ribcage, tugging him towards the angel sprawled out on the bed. Even if the position is awkward, Cas is so beautiful, flushed and so, so reactive.
What else is Dean supposed to do, besides rest his palm to Cas' chest, warm and heavy, and slide it down? Not much, he doesn't think, though the phone squeezed tight in his hand is a reminder of what he was supposed to be doing, not groping Cas. ]
S-sorry.
[ He reluctantly drags his hand back, though it isn't for long. Instead he focuses on positioning Cas, arranging his legs, both arms behind his head, reaching to grip his chin longer than necessary as he positions his head. ]
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[ Sexy. Is that the right word? He's not sure, because it doesn't seem applicable -- and he doesn't mean that in a bad way. Cas is divine, in more ways than one. Dean's soul yearns, reaches back towards Cas grace, the feeling pulling from his spine through his ribcage, tugging him towards the angel sprawled out on the bed. Even if the position is awkward, Cas is so beautiful, flushed and so, so reactive.
What else is Dean supposed to do, besides rest his palm to Cas' chest, warm and heavy, and slide it down? Not much, he doesn't think, though the phone squeezed tight in his hand is a reminder of what he was supposed to be doing, not groping Cas. ]
S-sorry.
[ He reluctantly drags his hand back, though it isn't for long. Instead he focuses on positioning Cas, arranging his legs, both arms behind his head, reaching to grip his chin longer than necessary as he positions his head. ]
You look...so good. I want to remember this.