[ Like gravity. Yes, that's kissing Dean feels like. Like an inexorable pull towards collapse, or creation, or both. Impossible to resist, unwilling to try. Castiel opens his mouth to gasp in amazement, but there's Dean's mouth to kiss instead, his lips to suck, his tongue to lick. Dean crawls into his lap and Castiel moans into his mouth at the press of his thighs, hungry for more of his weight, more friction, more skin. His hands slide to Dean's hips automatically, seeking out more of him to claim, and he pushes his fingers up under Dean's shirt at the sides, desperate to touch him, hungry for more.
'I want,' Dean says again, and just as before, Castiel doesn't need to hear more than that before answering in a breathless whisper against his mouth. ]
Yes.
[ He wants to give Dean anything, everything he wants. ]
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'I want,' Dean says again, and just as before, Castiel doesn't need to hear more than that before answering in a breathless whisper against his mouth. ]
Yes.
[ He wants to give Dean anything, everything he wants. ]