[tilts his head in fascination like he's watching it happen to someone else, waits for him to arrange himself with a quiet smile to himself before he lifts a hand to play over his bare shoulder and up his neck to card through the hair at his nape. he sucks his lower lip behind his teeth and closes his eyes for a breath at first touch and he's trying to be patient, he really is, but it was never one of his virtues]
--Cas. You're killin me here.
[he crooks a knee and lifts his hips against his hand, tries to keep his voice even but can't keep the edge of impatience out]
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--Cas. You're killin me here.
[he crooks a knee and lifts his hips against his hand, tries to keep his voice even but can't keep the edge of impatience out]