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The Public Sex Meme
This is for all you people out there who like a bit of a thrill. Does the thought of getting caught at any moment turn you on? Well, this meme is the one for you!
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He can't exactly remember how this thing had started, but if he had to guess he'd probably say it was that propensity for pushing, needling at Dean that had led them here. Or maybe it wasn't, he doesn't even know, for all he knows it could have been something as innocent as an arm around his shoulder or an attempt at comfort... Whatever the situation, it'd happened, and Cas really isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially not now, not while he's practically sitting in Dean's lap, letting one of his hands slide up the back of his neck into his hair.
...And of course he's good in bed. All that experience, he'd been bound to pick up a few tricks here and there...]
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He slipped one arm around Cas's waist while the other and traveled up to tangle itself in the ex-angel's hair. This was...nice. Very nice. He ner ad to pretend around Cas, never gad to play the fearless leader, he could just be Dean and ht that seemed to be good enough.]
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He takes Dean's open mouth as an invitation, first to suck gently against his bottom lip, then to slide his tongue inside, chasing the taste of whatever Dean'd been drinking. It's bitter, but when combined with the warmth of Dean's mouth and the hands tangling in his hair, Cas thinks he could develop a taste for it. He lets his own hands slide down the sides of Dean's neck and curl over his shoulders, thumbs pressing lightly against the muscle. This really is nice, having the time to explore, touch without having to worry about anyone banging in and asking when the next supply run is going to be or if there are any damn canned beans left.]
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That's been known to happen, yeah.
[Cas is so very willing to be the aggressor. He'd been something of a control freak before he'd lost his grace- being an extremely powerful celestial being tended to have that effect on someone- and that much hadn't really changed, only the way he goes about it. Sure, there are times when he likes to lay back and let someone else take the reins, but... He's aggressive by nature.
Hands slide down to palm over Dean's chest and grip at the lapels of his jacket, and he can't help it, he has to grin back.]
Hi.
[He presses a quick kiss to Dean's lips and lets his mouth trail across his jaw, teeth scraping lightly against skin.]
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Still, every so often he needed to be the one in control, or he had to at least try to be even of he hit shut down sometimes. If he fought a little every do often it made him feel better for all those times he gave in.
Then Cas was biting his jaw and he mentally checked out. He let his head fall back a little and let himself enjoy]
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He lets his lips trail over Dean's jaw until they reach the corner, and he noses into that hollow where jaw meets neck before nudging Dean's head to the side to give him space for his lips to latch against sensitive skin.
Yep, this is nice. This is really nice.]
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Yeah, yeah, spoil my fun...
[He's still smirking though, hands shoving into the front of Dean's jacket to push it from his shoulders as his lips trail up the column of Dean's neck. He pauses, sucks lightly- lightly enough that it won't leave a mark.]
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You're fun would involve me walking into camp with a giant "cas was here" sign on my neck. They know you're the only one I would have been with tonight, can't even blame it on some random frisky chick. Sorry, not a chance.
[Dean wasn't ashamed of Cas or anything, he just thought what they did was nobody's fucking business. It was there personal lives and the rest of them could go screw, though he had sneaking suspicions Cas would love him to have a sign like that on when he walked into camp. And now coherent thinking was kinda going out the window as Cas moved up his neck]
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Signs, plural. You know me too well.
[And yeah, he would like that, if only for the pleasure of putting them there. He doesn't particularly care about the people at camp knowing or not knowing, and he certainly knows he doesn't have a monopoly on Dean's affection (such as it is, anyway, and Cas doesn't really blame him for that, either) and so any marks he may leave are there only because he likes making them, and not as any kind of claim.
Jacket removed, Cas's hands now have free access to slide up Dean's arms, palm over the warm cotton at his shoulders and down his chest. His movements are probably a bit more sluggish than they'd usually be, but they had hit the mother load with this place and its impressive liquor selection, and he'd have been remiss not to take advantage of it.
Kind of like he's taking advantage of Dean's skin under his lips and teeth; he presses a kiss to the corner of his jaw, ghosts his lips over Dean's before starting in on the other side of his neck. They have time, what the hell? No rush...
One of his hands does creep up under the hem of that t-shirt, though, cool fingertips trailing over warm skin. Yeah, that's nice too.]
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[Not that he would ever seriously complain. As much as he was always gonna be a little self conscious about the mark, it was a battle scar from hell and proof that Cas would come find him when things got bad. Even know, when Cas was pretty much human....it still made him feel kinda nice.
His body twitched at the cold fingers lightly running over his skin and he pulled away slightly]
Ok look, if you don't want this to end with one of us disappointed and the other with stained boxers you gotta lay off just a little bit, or speed up, either way.
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[Another light nip at sensitive skin and then he's pulling away, reaching back to curl his fist in his own shirt and tug it up and over his shoulders. He makes a frustrated huffing sound at Dean's comment and frowns slightly before dropping it over the back of the couch.]
Speeding up, I can do that.
[As if to prove he's more than happy to oblige, he lets one hand drop down to press against the front of Dean's jeans, rubbing his palm gently over the fly as his other hand wastes no time gripping the hem of Dean's shirt and tugging at it expectantly. Dean's pressed up against the back of the couch and while Cas likes the look of that, it's really making it kind of hard to strip that shirt off. And that's a problem.]
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[Then Cas is rubbing the front of his crotch and Dean can't do anything but buck his hips up to meet the touch. Feeling the tug on his shirt he managed to think clearly enough to lean forward and raise his arms slighty so that his shirt could be pulled off. Were they seriously gonna fuck here on some strangers couch? Well....they'd fucked in weirder places.
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[Of course he does. Cas knows that tactic too. You have any idea how hard it is to tip-toe around things like your birthday and where you're from when you're high as a kite? Cas is pretty damn sure he's slipped up more than once... But the benefit of the way he chooses to do things is that no one ever remembers anything in the morning.
It's not important now, though. Not when he has Dean like this, Dean who knows everything and for some reason keeps his sorry ass around, still wants... Nah, he's not thinking about it. He's thinking about the completely unsubtle way Dean's hips rock into his touch and the skin that's revealed as Dean gets the hint and lets him pull that t-shirt off; the way it feels under his fingertips as he drags them down his chest, over that tattoo and skimming featherlight over his nipples.
He tips his head forward to catch Dean's lips in another kiss as his hands drop down to work at the buckle of his belt, humming his approval at the way it opens with little issue even given his less than sober state.
The fact that they are seriously about to fuck on some strangers couch is a total non-issue as far as Cas is concerned; the tightness in his jeans, on the other hand... That's something of a pressing matter that he'd really like to see dealt with, and he rocks his hips forward just a bit into Dean's by way of a hint.
Master of subtlety Cas is not.]
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