Dean groans without meaning to, his head falling back against the headboard with a thump. His stomach tightens when Cas uses his nails and so much for self control; Dean's not going to last if that keeps happening. He fits his hands against Cas' hips and rocks up sharply.
"Cas." It comes out more like a breath or a prayer than anything else. Dean makes himself keep his eyes open. Makes himself look, because this feels important in the way a hunt feels important or the way the tattoo over his heart or the hand-shaped scar on his shoulder is important.
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Dean groans without meaning to, his head falling back against the headboard with a thump. His stomach tightens when Cas uses his nails and so much for self control; Dean's not going to last if that keeps happening. He fits his hands against Cas' hips and rocks up sharply.
"Cas." It comes out more like a breath or a prayer than anything else. Dean makes himself keep his eyes open. Makes himself look, because this feels important in the way a hunt feels important or the way the tattoo over his heart or the hand-shaped scar on his shoulder is important.