Castiel's desire is as earnest as the rest of him, simple pleasure so plainly offered that has Dean's blood racing southward. It makes his head spin, but Castiel's hand is firm against his side, strong enough to hold him even if he falls, and somehow that's enough to keep Dean's feet beneath him.
Exhaustion is on him like a living thing, settled on his shoulders and bearing down, and Dean doesn't want to give in to it, but soon the choice will be removed from him. "Yeah," he says, and can't help the way his body shifts, seeking pressure from Castiel's. The thought is overwhelming, but there's no denying that Dean wants it, every part of him. "Next time."
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Exhaustion is on him like a living thing, settled on his shoulders and bearing down, and Dean doesn't want to give in to it, but soon the choice will be removed from him. "Yeah," he says, and can't help the way his body shifts, seeking pressure from Castiel's. The thought is overwhelming, but there's no denying that Dean wants it, every part of him. "Next time."