The Intimacy Meme
(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest's and modified!)
Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.
Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to
rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit
Scenes:
1. First Kiss.
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There's another low murmur that could be Dean's name as that mouth latches onto his throat, as hips rock forward and there's a puff of hot breath against his skin. Cas doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the way that feels, and he lets his hands palm over Dean's back, drags fingertips down his spine. The rush of the water and the steam fogging the air are making this seem almost surreal, and Cas tips his head back slightly, eyes slipping closed as his hands find the curve of Dean's ass- because he can, and because he can't help himself, obviously- and squeezing lightly, using it to drag Dean closer as he rolls his hips forward.
Everything's wet and slick, but the friction is perfect, slow grind of hips and the hot drag of Dean's cock against his, and Cas can't help thinking that if everyone started their day like this, the world would be a much nicer place.]
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His head drops back a little, toes curling in half an inch of water. Yeah, if the world had any kind of justice, everyone would be able to experience this on at least a semi-regular basis. He's fairly sure all major wars would stop, and crime rates would go down like twenty percent.
They should start a shower sex campaign- oh holy god, Cas is slowly turning him into a hippy.
He finds the idea doesn't bother him as much as he'd figured it would.
As much fun as this is, he's actually got a goal he'd like to accomplish before the hot water runs out, so he nibbles along that neck again, turns to press Cas against the tiled shower wall and gives himself enough space to duck his head and catch a nipple between his lips.]
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He growls as he's pushed into the cool tiled wall- and okay, maybe not, but fuck if he isn't going to be replaying that in his mind for the rest of the day. Dean nibbles his way down Cas's throat- and yep, he'll be thinking about that all day, too- and the sound that passes Cas's lips as that mouth closes around a nipple is definitely a whine, low and pleasured and a good deal needier than he usually allows himself to be... But he cant help that any more than he can help he way his hands slide somewhat desperately over Dean's skin, blunt nails scraping at his scalp as one creeps up the back of his neck to run through his sodden hair.]
Fuck-
[Tipping his head back against the wall, he shudders at the sensation, pressing his hips forward into Dean's insistently; he's so very, very hard, and that's as close as he's going to come to begging.
...Probably.]
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That growl. God- he likes that a lot, seriously. If he weren't in such a soft, sleepy mood, if things weren't so intimate, he might be inclined to be a little more rough. See if he could haul him up by the thighs and slam him into the other wall, and just--
Fuck. Was that a whine? He's pretty certain that was a whine. He makes a rough, low noise in the back of his throat in response, bites down a little harder on Cas's nipple than he originally intended and apologizes by sweeping his tongue over it. The nails in his scalp send shivers down his spine, send electricity shooting straight to his cock, and he dips down even lower, dropping to one knee. Attaches his mouth to the dip in Cas's truly extraordinary, possibly illegally sexy hips.
Maybe he can get Cas a little closer to begging. Tongue traces the bones, the lines of the place where waist meets pelvis meets thigh.]
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Hnn, okay, maybe not quite so tired anymore. If the water and the soft, heated touches hadn't been enough to wake him up a bit, that sound vibrating out of Dean's throat and the teeth closing sharply around his nipple are definitely having that effect, on both Cas and his cock. He hisses, clenches his fingers in Dean's hair before letting his hand slide down to curve over the back of his neck as he sinks down, drops to his knee.
His other hand drops to rest at Dean's shoulder as he leans forward and latches his mouth to skin, traces his tongue along the jut of his hipbone and fuck, the visuals alone are enough to make his breath hitch and his skin heat up under the already warm water. His resolve to stay just this side of begging is crumbling just a bit, and he blinks down at Dean through hooded lashes, lips parted and fingers trailing over his slick skin, tracing lazy patterns against his shoulders.]
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Considering Dean worked for Bobby and the dude was practically his dad, he had much of the same leniency at his disposal. Not that he took advantage of it, he had too much respect. Also, Bobby's stern talking-to's were freaking terrifying.
He should bring Cas over Bobby's--
Oh, crap. Scratch that thought. Banish it, right the fuck now. Meeting the family, awkward 'yes, Cas is a dude, watch me hold his hand and try not to think of me as less of a man' was the absolute last thing he wanted to do, as much as he liked getting all of the people he loved together in one place--
Oh, Jesus Christ, Winchester. Really, two in a row? Let's tone it down on... that word, okay? Focus on the sex, man.
It wasn't difficult, God in heaven the sounds Cas was making. Hitching breath, shallow and quick. He flicked his eyes up to catch sight of Cas's face, of parted lips and half-lidded eyes- totally blown. Yeah. Awesome. Those fingers tracing along his shoulders sent shivers down his spine, made him nip a little harder at Cas's hip.
He nosed his way over and, after a beat, darted his tongue out to flick along the tip of Cas's cock. Quick and light, gentle and barely there. Wrapped his hands around Cas's thighs to hold him in place, and darted quick swipes along his length.]
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...Just as long as 'go' doesn't mean go to Bobby's, oh merciful lord... He thinks he might fling himself off of a bridge at the thought. Not because he has any problem with meeting Dean's family, just because, well... The idea of Bobby terrifies him. Lazy hippies and surly old mechanics, Cas doesn't think they'd mesh well, and the last thing he needs is another family disapproving of him. Not to say he wouldn't go if Dean asked, but... Well, you know those cartoons where the cats dig their claws in and pull up the floorboards to keep from being dragged into the tub? Yeah, something like that. Only in his head. Terrifying.
And speaking of things that aren't terrifying in the slightest... Dean's tongue flicks out against the tip of his cock and Cas worries that there might actually be something wrong with him- it's just the barest of touches, light, almost not there at all, but his breath catches anyway, and it's only with enormous effort that he manages not to rock his hips forward... Well, enormous effort and Dean's hands wrapped around his thighs. Fuck, that's hot, why is that so hot? Usually he prefers to be in control, but something about the roughness of Dean's fingers and fuck, those gentle swipes of his tongue have him more than willing to let Dean take the reigns for a while.
He lets out a puff of breath, fingers twitching against Dean's shoulders, and bites his lip to stave off the suspiciously pleading sound that's threatening to come out of his mouth.]
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Dean's pretty sure Bobby would like Cas. He may be a surly old mechanic, but he's a crazy ass superstitious one that knows entirely too damn much about the hippy spiritual shit Cas flops around in. Either way, though, he has way too damn many reservations about the prospect to entertain the thought any time soon. Nope. Hell no.
He can hear the stuttering of breath over the sound of water beating down around them, can feel the slight tremor in Cas's muscles as he resists the urge to thrust, and that's exactly why he likes doing this. He's always been pretty giving in the sack, and a visual dude all around, so watching Cas slowly come undone because of a few flicks of his tongue? Shit, fuck, damn it gets him hard.
Which isn't to say he wouldn't mind Cas being the one in control, but he likes to have his moments.
He's holding out for that plea, though, like it's some kind of game. Uses the tip of his tongue to trace a line from the very bottom to the very tip, flicks around it in a soft circle and then traces back down again with just enough pressure for it to be felt.]
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There must be something to that crazy hippy stuff if even Bobby's into it, and anyone who knows "too much about the hippy shit" is all right in Cas's book, even if they come in the form of surly mechanics. It's a unity thing, peace and love and Dean's mouth on his--
Oh come on, that's just cruel. There's another growl, this one torn between frustration at the touches so light they only add to the growing sense of urgency, and arousal; as much as he'd piss and moan about it, he does sort of like the teasing. He likes attention, if that wasn't obvious enough. He arches his back just slightly, palms his hands over the backs of Dean's shoulders.]
Fuck, Dean...
[And for as much as Cas hates losing, well... This wouldn't really be losing, right? He doesn't think so. He cant' think of a single way in which giving in is actually a bad idea, and so he lets one of his hands slide forward, drags the pad of his thumb over the swell of Dean's bottom lip as he blinks down at him with eyes dark and hooded.]
Please.
[He licks his own lips subconsciously. He's so fucked, but he can't even care. All he cares about right now is more, and whatever he has to do to get it, well... So be it. Bring on the hoops, he'll jump through 'em all.]
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Okay, maybe not, but it's a dream world, cut him some slack.
Growling.
Growling.
Awesome. Hell yes. Dean would feel a bigger sense of accomplishment if Cas's thumb tracing over his lip didn't completely undo that. It causes him to look up, and there are Cas's eyes, blue and dark, and looking him straight in the face and saying please, and Jesus Christ how is he not coming all over the shower floor right now?
To spare his dignity, he covers it up with a wink, and ducks down to take Cas in as deeply as he can go in one fell swoop. Slicked by saliva and running water, he manages to get all the way in to the hilt, throat pulsing as he fights to keep it relaxed, tongue rolling along the underside of Cas's cock. Applies a gentle suction and pulls back, only to slip down again. Not all the way, this time, but mostly. Develops a slow, bobbing rhythm by way of apology.]
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Not as good as this feels, though... Or maybe it's all just rolled up in one giant ball of completely amazing, he doesn't know. He can't really think about it right now, can't even be indignant about that wink because he's too busy letting out a hot sigh, chin dropping to his chest as one of his hands slides up into Dean's hair to curl around the back of his head. He honestly isn't sure what's better, the feel of Dean's mouth stretched around him, the way his throat constricts sending molten waves of pleasure that make his toes curl, or the way he looks from here, on his knees with the water from the shower running down his face and dripping from those obscenely thick eyelashes fanned out across freckled cheeks...
Thoughts like beautiful and yes and perfect are racing through his mind, and while some escape in the form of quiet groans and hums, jerks of muscle against Dean's fingers, some he keeps to himself, because the last thing he wants to do is ruin something so good by making Dean feel like a girl.
His fingers twitch in Dean's hair as he develops a rhythm, slow and sensual and absolutely perfect, and he follows the bobbing motion with his hand, not guiding so much as enjoying the movement. He picks up his free hand, runs his fingers through his hair as he tips his head back against the tile with a low moan.]
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It's probably good Cas keeps his remarks to himself. As much as Dean appreciates being fawned over, being called beautiful right now might just tear apart the last shred of his masculinity. He's not a big fan of going down on his knees before other men, he's not submissive by nature and he might have a bit of a masculinity complex that his sexual orientation isn't exactly helping along. Cas is the top exception to the rule, and there's a certain amount of trust there that he isn't going to bring up because, again, he's not wearing a bra and carrying a purse.
The feeling of Cas's hand in his hair is a lot hotter than it should be, combined with the low moans and gentle rocking of his hips, yeah, this is totally worth it. He's not a passive lover by any means, and half of the enjoyment comes out of knowing his partner's getting off as well. It takes a fair amount of willpower to keep from slipping a hand down to wrap around himself as he licks and sucks, because damn is this getting him hard. The one drawback to shower sex is that it so rarely involves actual sex. Not if both parties want to survive the experience without broken arms and skull fractures, anyway.
His fingers dig in to Cas's hips almost bruisingly as he picks up the pace, humming out a low moan in the back of his throat as he rocks faster. Manages to pry a hand loose and traces his palm over Cas's thighs, slips a hand between his legs, touches and ghosts his fingertips everywhere as he works.]
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It's enough.
He lets his head rest against the wall as Dean's mouth works around him, as hands hold his hips in place, and for a solid minute he's completely lost in the pleasure of it all, Dean, the shower, the remnants of his high...
And then there's the pressure of Dean's fingers tightening, the low vibration of that moan and the light touches against his thigh and everywhere else, and a low, pleasured sound escapes his throat. Dean's pace quickens, Cas's eyes slit open and yep, the sight of that mouth stretched around his cock almost does Cas in right there. The one and only thing that could make this any hotter would be feeling Dean get off with him, but he supposes that's the downside to shower sex. Broken bones do have a tendency to kill even the most amazing of moods...
Bending forward slightly, he rests both of his hands at Dean's shoulders, curls fingers against the slick skin as his body goes rigid. When this had started it'd been slow, sleepy and relaxed and almost lazy; now, not so much. Now, Cas's heart is thudding away in his chest, every muscle in his body's pulled desperately tight and he barely has enough air in his lungs for a few breathless obscenities and a warning.]
Jesus, Dean... 'M gonna-- Fuck.
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Cas's body is tight beneath his hands, wired and tense and teetering on the edge so closely, Dean can actually feel it. He'd mumble encouragements, litanies, anything, if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied, so he settles instead for an approving hum and sucks his way down the length, taking him in as deeply as his throat will allow until nose bumps against his pelvis.
Fuck, Cas is hot like this. His eyes flick up to get a look at his face, slit eyes and parted lips, and damn, that's gorgeous.]
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There's a low murmur, a soft hum that's probably meant to be a request for Dean to come up here, please, but verbalizing is pretty much out of the question at this point and so Cas is kind of hoping Dean gets the message. As much as Cas enjoys the feeling of Dean's lips wrapped around him and the little shuddering waves of pleasure they're still sending along his nerves, he can't kiss them from up here, nor can he reach to curl fingers around Dean's length- two things which have just shifted to priority one.]
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The murmur, the nudge, it's enough for him to get the message. His knees are starting to hurt anyway, and yeah, he's seriously hard. He pushes up, hands braced on the wall on either side of Cas's shoulders, and he dips in to meet his lips, barely restrained because he knows Cas is coming down, but he's still on edge and nearly keening now for some kind of release, any kind of friction.]
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