[ ducks into the collar of dean's shirt, breath labored and uneven. the jackhammering pulse he'd encountered earlier is nothing in comparison to this. he mouths along the skin he can reach, nosing into the shirt for more, just to distract himself enough to keep it together (instead of crying out so loudly he breaks every window in the joint). his bared hips are still rocking, now in time with dean's hand. ]
[ uncrosses his wrists from where they'd been hanging at dean's shoulderblades and drags the hand back, fingernails dragging over the exposed skin of his throat, down his shirtfront, and into the open fly of his jeans to reciprocate. ]
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[ uncrosses his wrists from where they'd been hanging at dean's shoulderblades and drags the hand back, fingernails dragging over the exposed skin of his throat, down his shirtfront, and into the open fly of his jeans to reciprocate. ]