[Cass tilts his head back, and Dean lets his head slip into the space at his neck and shoulder. He nuzzles at the skin, gasping as fingers dig into his hips, moaning at the feel of it as nails press crescents into his skin. He can feel his own anger reflected back at him, and it draws a low groan from his lips as he jerks his hips and arches up into the former-angel's body above him. There's a part of him that wants to admit to whatever this is, because he wants this, wants him, wants to hold onto this feeling. Because Cass is raw and hot and makes him throb with desire. This is honest for the first time in a long time, instead of just because it's who people think he is.
He nibbles at the skin, nuzzling into Cass' neck, breathing hot words against flesh because he needs this. Jealousy and anger still singing in his veins, that edge of hurt he's still too proud to admit to. But it's there in every touch. It's in the way that hands cling and clutch and the way that he arches into the pain that they both keep pressing into skin. He likes the edge, the sharpness of it. He'd never say it, but he likes those bruises as much as he's cherished that burn Cass left on his shoulder. Because they feel like they mean something, and the red marks of teeth he leaves in Cass' skin make him smile.]
[Cas is writhing under Dean's touches, under the bites and scrapes and nails digging in. The marks that Dean's teeth leave in his skin sting and burn and if Cas had any semblance of thoughts other than more and need and deandeandean he'd probably wonder what it says about him that he's enjoying it this much, arching into the pain and letting it overtake everything else.
Muted curses are spilling from his lips and every brush of Dean's skin against his, every new bruise and welt being pressed or bitten into him is bringing him that much closer to the edge. It's overwhelming and hot and he can't breath through the haze of it. His eyes are slitted and his vision is blurry, pupils too dilated from the pleasure and so he can barely see Dean's face when he's moving forward to crush their mouths together again.]
[On the upside, at least Cass isn't alone in his depravity. Dean's just as guilty of leaning into it, arching into stings and bruises, allowing the former angel's touches to press just that much harder. He's licking at the marks he leaves, sucking over the imprints of his teeth before letting his mouth move to claim more of him. Touches hungry and demanding, whispers of mineminemine he's too scared to say. And so he hurts him just a little, just enough to see his touches burned into his skin.
He's moaning, shaking and shivering as the other man's hands still feel so hot. Touches and fingerprints and bruises feel like burn-scars, feel like they're white-hot and sinking into his skin. It feels like claiming one another and that just makes the trembling sensations hotter. It's embarrassing, but he's not going to last like this. The friction, the hot-sweet burn of need and harsh touches.
Lips soften when their mouths touch, tugging at Cass' lips more than biting, licking and tasting and feeling as hazel-green's flutter closed.]
I feel like this lj maintenance warning is taunting me 8'C noooo down lj :'(heavenonhighOctober 4 2011, 22:42:24 UTC
[He's sighing into the kisses and touches as his hips stutter, jerking into Dean and he's close, so close...]
D-Dean--
[There's a swipe of tongue against his lips and it pushes him over, the soft wetness and the burn of it across the split have him spilling between them, hands roaming over Dean's back and lower, nails scraping and digging with his release. A whimper escapes his lips and it might be Dean's name again, indecipherable through the waves of ecstasy shuddering through his body. It's fierce, this pleasure swallowing him and it has him clinging to Dean, still dragging him closer, afraid of being swept away by the intensity of it.]
I knowwwww. What am I going to do if I can't sneak replies from class tomorrow? xDDDwinchester_lostOctober 4 2011, 23:04:25 UTC
[Dean's head tilts back from the kisses, gasping and moaning, because the way that Cass digs his fingers in is hot and euphoric. The scrape of nails makes him shudder, and all of a sudden he's there, right there with him. He's climaxing and it's hot and hard and so very, very good.]
Oh, fuck, Cass--!
[He's clinging to him, holding on to him, pleasure snaking through him in ways that leave him breathless and light-heated. Holding onto Cass so tight he's sure that his hands leave bruises, and he doesn't mind at all. He's burying his face into the former-angel's neck, murmuring and gasping as he holds onto him tight. He never wants to let him go.]
It's my only day off (kinda) this week, I saw that and wept </3 saaaad ughheavenonhighOctober 5 2011, 00:50:55 UTC
[Cas groans as he feels Dean coming apart with him, hips still twitching towards the heat and friction even though the touch is too much for his sensitive skin. It hurts, and that only makes it hotter, more intense. He breathes in the smell of sweat and Dean and blood and it's so good, makes his eyes flutter and his head fall back against the sheets, small gasps escaping his lips. His heart is slamming in his chest and he tugs Dean closer.
His limbs feel heavy and shake where they're wrapped around Dean's body, holding him in place; he's afraid that if he lets go Dean will slip away, back to being distant and cold. And right now he's not ready to surrender this closeness.]
AWEH! Sad! Well, at least it's only for three hours? My question is why is it at midday, dammit! :(winchester_lostOctober 5 2011, 02:04:21 UTC
[Dean's still jerking his hips against Cass, into that feeling of too much. His body is shaking and sparking with the sensations, hands dragging over the frame under his. He's breathless, and it hurts as his heart pounds hard against his ribcage. His hands are grasping, pulling, trying to gather Cass in closer against him.
His body feels heavy, but good, and he nuzzles into Cass' neck. There's a word murmured into his neck. It's muffled by skin, but it sounds a lot like 'mine'. He slips his hands under Cass' back, not minding where they get tangled in his sheets and contents himself with savoring this moment.]
SERIOUSLY. That's like... Right around noon for me I think. FOR SHAME LJ.heavenonhighOctober 5 2011, 03:25:07 UTC
[Cas can feel that, muttered into his skin, and he's thinking that's probably the reason for everything, for the jealousy, for this fight, for whatever fights they'll inevitably have in the future. The cause and the effect, always the same, invariably leading them here.
He doesn't mind in the slightest.]
Of course.
[It's soft, soft like this isn't and whispered into Dean's hair; He doesn't say always, even though it's true. Cas whimpers slightly as he's pulled against Dean's chest, the hunter's arms are circling around him and pushing into bruises he hadn't realized were there but it's still nice, still feels good and he sighs into the touch, his own hands resting at Dean's back as his breathing begins to even out.]
It's, like... 6pm for me, I think. RIGHT WHEN MY CLASS STARTS. No sneaky replies. 8Cwinchester_lostOctober 5 2011, 03:55:32 UTC
[It's comfort, that response. Dean isn't good enough with this to talk this out, to even really know how. And that means this will probably happen again. But, aside from the hurt and the pain that started it all, it's almost a welcome thought.
He can't help smiling a little as Cass whimpers, his arms pressing into bruises. His breath catches as he shifts and ends up brushing some of his own injuries. It's good, though, warm, and the marks are like reminders of this, and he likes that. Likes knowing that his fingerprints are on the body beneath his, too.]
lmao wow I lied, I'm east coast so it's 6 for me too I think. BOO I SAY.heavenonhighOctober 5 2011, 05:03:32 UTC
[He's so tired now, now that the adrenaline and anger and lust have abated somewhat, and his fingers are tracing lazily along the raised welts on Dean's back that his nails have left. He's also not high anymore, and that coupled with the physical exertion have left his body totally boneless and exhausted, stretched out under Dean.
His limbs are getting cold though and so he pushes his foot around at the sheets, trying to find the one that had slid off the bed when they'd landed on it and drag it up far enough to reach it with his hand. The squirming is aggravating the pain in his chest but he does eventually succeed in reaching a sheet, yanking it up and throwing it over their bodies. It's primarily for warmth, but if he has other motivations like wanting his scent in Dean's bed, he's pointedly ignoring them.]
lolll. I was all "wow, that'd be out past Hawaii".winchester_lostOctober 5 2011, 05:23:51 UTC
[Dean is distantly aware of what Cass is trying to do. He's vaguely aware of the fact that he should be helping him, but he just can't drag up the energy to move one of his hands, catch the bedsheet and pull it up over them. Instead, he's quite content to just lie against Cass, and let the former angel do it. He does shift a little so that he's not quite as fully against the other man, but not pulling away, not letting there be space between their skin.
Once Cass throws the sheet over them, Dean does tug it up so that it no longer leaves his shoulders exposed. He then buries his face into Cass' collarbone, murmuring against the warmth of his skin. He hopes Cass has no intention of leaving, because Dean has no intention of letting him go.]
8'D herpin every derp with the timezones lmaoheavenonhighOctober 5 2011, 05:49:11 UTC
[He's huffing out a laugh at Dean's refusal to grab the sheets until the very end, letting him do all the work. He presses a kiss to Dean's shoulder before the fabric covers it, and then rests his cheek against his hair when Dean's lowered his head.
With the sheet over them and their bodies still more or less tangled together, it's so easy to let his eyes drift shut. He'd like to see Dean try to kick him out now, not when it's so comfortable and warm here wrapped together. He gets the feeling he doesn't have to worry about that though, since Dean doesn't seem to be making to get up any time soon. Breaths slow and deep, he slides his hands up and down Dean's arms under the sheets, enjoying the marks he finds but not pressing into them anymore, calm enough now that touching to hurt isn't on his mind.]
[Cass tilts his head back, and Dean lets his head slip into the space at his neck and shoulder. He nuzzles at the skin, gasping as fingers dig into his hips, moaning at the feel of it as nails press crescents into his skin. He can feel his own anger reflected back at him, and it draws a low groan from his lips as he jerks his hips and arches up into the former-angel's body above him. There's a part of him that wants to admit to whatever this is, because he wants this, wants him, wants to hold onto this feeling. Because Cass is raw and hot and makes him throb with desire. This is honest for the first time in a long time, instead of just because it's who people think he is.
He nibbles at the skin, nuzzling into Cass' neck, breathing hot words against flesh because he needs this. Jealousy and anger still singing in his veins, that edge of hurt he's still too proud to admit to. But it's there in every touch. It's in the way that hands cling and clutch and the way that he arches into the pain that they both keep pressing into skin. He likes the edge, the sharpness of it. He'd never say it, but he likes those bruises as much as he's cherished that burn Cass left on his shoulder. Because they feel like they mean something, and the red marks of teeth he leaves in Cass' skin make him smile.]
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Muted curses are spilling from his lips and every brush of Dean's skin against his, every new bruise and welt being pressed or bitten into him is bringing him that much closer to the edge. It's overwhelming and hot and he can't breath through the haze of it. His eyes are slitted and his vision is blurry, pupils too dilated from the pleasure and so he can barely see Dean's face when he's moving forward to crush their mouths together again.]
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He's moaning, shaking and shivering as the other man's hands still feel so hot. Touches and fingerprints and bruises feel like burn-scars, feel like they're white-hot and sinking into his skin. It feels like claiming one another and that just makes the trembling sensations hotter. It's embarrassing, but he's not going to last like this. The friction, the hot-sweet burn of need and harsh touches.
Lips soften when their mouths touch, tugging at Cass' lips more than biting, licking and tasting and feeling as hazel-green's flutter closed.]
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D-Dean--
[There's a swipe of tongue against his lips and it pushes him over, the soft wetness and the burn of it across the split have him spilling between them, hands roaming over Dean's back and lower, nails scraping and digging with his release. A whimper escapes his lips and it might be Dean's name again, indecipherable through the waves of ecstasy shuddering through his body. It's fierce, this pleasure swallowing him and it has him clinging to Dean, still dragging him closer, afraid of being swept away by the intensity of it.]
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Oh, fuck, Cass--!
[He's clinging to him, holding on to him, pleasure snaking through him in ways that leave him breathless and light-heated. Holding onto Cass so tight he's sure that his hands leave bruises, and he doesn't mind at all. He's burying his face into the former-angel's neck, murmuring and gasping as he holds onto him tight. He never wants to let him go.]
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His limbs feel heavy and shake where they're wrapped around Dean's body, holding him in place; he's afraid that if he lets go Dean will slip away, back to being distant and cold. And right now he's not ready to surrender this closeness.]
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His body feels heavy, but good, and he nuzzles into Cass' neck. There's a word murmured into his neck. It's muffled by skin, but it sounds a lot like 'mine'. He slips his hands under Cass' back, not minding where they get tangled in his sheets and contents himself with savoring this moment.]
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He doesn't mind in the slightest.]
Of course.
[It's soft, soft like this isn't and whispered into Dean's hair; He doesn't say always, even though it's true. Cas whimpers slightly as he's pulled against Dean's chest, the hunter's arms are circling around him and pushing into bruises he hadn't realized were there but it's still nice, still feels good and he sighs into the touch, his own hands resting at Dean's back as his breathing begins to even out.]
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He can't help smiling a little as Cass whimpers, his arms pressing into bruises. His breath catches as he shifts and ends up brushing some of his own injuries. It's good, though, warm, and the marks are like reminders of this, and he likes that. Likes knowing that his fingerprints are on the body beneath his, too.]
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His limbs are getting cold though and so he pushes his foot around at the sheets, trying to find the one that had slid off the bed when they'd landed on it and drag it up far enough to reach it with his hand. The squirming is aggravating the pain in his chest but he does eventually succeed in reaching a sheet, yanking it up and throwing it over their bodies. It's primarily for warmth, but if he has other motivations like wanting his scent in Dean's bed, he's pointedly ignoring them.]
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Once Cass throws the sheet over them, Dean does tug it up so that it no longer leaves his shoulders exposed. He then buries his face into Cass' collarbone, murmuring against the warmth of his skin. He hopes Cass has no intention of leaving, because Dean has no intention of letting him go.]
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With the sheet over them and their bodies still more or less tangled together, it's so easy to let his eyes drift shut. He'd like to see Dean try to kick him out now, not when it's so comfortable and warm here wrapped together. He gets the feeling he doesn't have to worry about that though, since Dean doesn't seem to be making to get up any time soon. Breaths slow and deep, he slides his hands up and down Dean's arms under the sheets, enjoying the marks he finds but not pressing into them anymore, calm enough now that touching to hurt isn't on his mind.]
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