[ yeah, "good" describes it, but in the same way that "old" describes a mountain. he lifts upward into it, supplying his own side of pressure to their closed lips, jaw rocking slow under the brush of thumb as he works his mouth across dean's. it's only slanting this way, then that, pursing against top lip, then bottom, nothing more, but all of his focus is on the resulting sensations.
his idle hand leaves the lumpy mattress and scales dean's right arm, mirroring the left hand when it pauses at the shoulder for a beat before continuing. it lands in the shorn short hair along dean's nape and he leaves it there, fingers curling and uncurling with the rhythm of dean's breathing. ]
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his idle hand leaves the lumpy mattress and scales dean's right arm, mirroring the left hand when it pauses at the shoulder for a beat before continuing. it lands in the shorn short hair along dean's nape and he leaves it there, fingers curling and uncurling with the rhythm of dean's breathing. ]