Dean's skin tingles as it had before, and it's not like he's never been touched, but always with haste, never like this. Never like he's something precious, and it should probably feel emasculating, but mostly it just feels good. His lips part in surprise, and then Castiel's are there to meet them, warm and dry and just a little bit chapped, and Dean's heart sings in his chest.
"Cas," he breathes against his mouth, pulse pounding for just the simple act of deepening the kiss. He reaches with his free hand, fingers tightening in Castiel's shirt to pull him close.
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Date: 2013-05-05 12:42 am (UTC)"Cas," he breathes against his mouth, pulse pounding for just the simple act of deepening the kiss. He reaches with his free hand, fingers tightening in Castiel's shirt to pull him close.