[ for his part, the only noises out of cas' mouth now are so far removed from words there couldn't be any mistaking them. they're sharp pitched one moment, breathy from high in the throat, then flat and low and echoing in the space where their teeth are clashing.
when dean's leg settles between his, cas has to let go of his hold in dean's hair, palm slapping the bed to keep him from collapsing. it's fighting dirty, but cas knows how to do that too. he drags his lips from dean's, tucks his face into his neck to bite at the bolt of his jaw, only pausing to speak against his ear. ]
Two-- two hands would be more effective, Dean. Let me go?
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when dean's leg settles between his, cas has to let go of his hold in dean's hair, palm slapping the bed to keep him from collapsing. it's fighting dirty, but cas knows how to do that too. he drags his lips from dean's, tucks his face into his neck to bite at the bolt of his jaw, only pausing to speak against his ear. ]
Two-- two hands would be more effective, Dean. Let me go?