Jun 16, 2010 20:14
The Kiss Meme 2.0
Pick your packet of kisses and I will write drabbles involving our muses kissing. Ooo la la.
The Cute Packet
- Kiss on the forehead.
- Kiss on the nose
- Kiss on the cheek
- Kiss on the lips
The Sexy Packet
- Kiss on the back
- Kiss on the neck
- Kiss on the shoulder
- French kiss
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Dean smoothed a hand through the sweat and come on his back and dragged it down over his ass. Cas turned his head and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Finger painting,” Dean said with a grin. He was just as sweaty as Cas, looking exhausted but deeply, deeply satisfied.
“Are you going to write your name in it?” he asked, feeling just a little snarky even though he was just as satisfied. Dean really knew how to work his body and make him beg for it.
“I got a better idea.” Dean made sure to hold his eyes as he leaned over him and kisses his way through the come. Even though they had just fucked senseless, Cas’s breath still hitched in his throat.
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Kiss on the neck
“You’re gonna knock ‘em dead, baby.” Dean came up behind Cas in the mirror and smooth his hands down the sleeves of his tux.
“I’m going to throw up on the podium,” Cas muttered, straightening his tie even though it was already straight. “Why did I agree to this?”
“Because you wanted to be all public about us so you dragged my ass here.”
“Kidnap me. Keep me in bed with lots of insane, hot, dirty sex.”
Dean kisses the side of his neck with a little drag of teeth. “Don’t tempt me.”
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Kiss on the shoulder
Using all his strength, Cas managed to pin Dean’s shoulders down. He pushed back, struggled with him, but sometimes, just sometimes Cas came out on top. Dean was probably just indulging him since he easily had fifty or more pounds of muscle on him but damn it, he still felt good when he managed to get Dean down and stuck.
He pushed his legs between Dean’s and widened his stance until he had Dean’s legs as wide open as he could get them.
“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning forward to kiss Dean’s shoulder. “You’ll love me fucking you.”
“Yeah? Prove it.”
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French kiss
“I now pronounce you husband and husband,” Preacher Bobby said, with absolute respect in his tone.
Cas grinned at Dean who was grinning back. That was it, even if in the eyes of the law they weren’t married, never could be married, right now he felt it down to his soul. Dean Winchester was his, forever, full stop. He was Cas(tiel) Winchester.
“Now my favorite part,” Dean said and yanked Cas into his arms.
“Dean, wait, he hasn’t sa…”
But Dean cut him off by sealing his mouth to his and giving him the kind of kiss they usually had in bed together when Dean was on top and really getting into fucking him, a lot of tongue and a lot of sloppy. Cas thumped him on the chest once just for show before getting into it, really getting into it because yeah, it was hot.
He was dimly aware of Preacher Bobby sighing. “What’s the point of saying it now?”
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