[ cages dean's hips with his knees, but his touch at dean's biceps is very light, not pinning or holding him. not yet. he strokes down the length of his arms, up and down for a few sweeps, a wordless reassurance that contrasts with the biting kisses. ]
[ breaks away after too a short a time, because he hasn't forgotten that breathing is essential for dean. ]
Still nothing bad to say about it? [ he moves his hands from dean's arms to his chest, massaging up and along his collarbone. he's got this idea of loosing his belt from its loops at his waist, maybe putting the leather between dean's teeth so he can make all the disgruntled sounds he pleases. but then, maybe that's a little more than dean bargained for, maybe he only wants this if he's in control, if he's "the man" between them, and cas is having second thoughts about how "forward" to be. ]
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[ breaks away after too a short a time, because he hasn't forgotten that breathing is essential for dean. ]
Still nothing bad to say about it? [ he moves his hands from dean's arms to his chest, massaging up and along his collarbone. he's got this idea of loosing his belt from its loops at his waist, maybe putting the leather between dean's teeth so he can make all the disgruntled sounds he pleases. but then, maybe that's a little more than dean bargained for, maybe he only wants this if he's in control, if he's "the man" between them, and cas is having second thoughts about how "forward" to be. ]