sun kissed sin
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dean memorizes the way cas’ hands feel against his cheeks, the way his tongue slides across chapped lips, how he tastes of nothing but sweet, delicious sin. like honey. but just a little sweeter. dean grins, almost feral but tinged more with excitement. they aren’t going anywhere soon; that had simply been an option out. his prayer for it to be declined was answered with the words nearly inaudible.
it keeps replaying in his head, the almost insane desperation with which cas had called his name. for the first time, and hopefully never the last. still, he seeks lips again, silencing their breathing so the only sound is the rippling water and the crickets on the bank.
“as you wish,” dean murmurs, caught between the tingling sensation at his hip, and how soft and pliable cas’ lips are against his own.
he wants not to leave their coveted place against the rock, hidden from southern view if anyone saw dean’s mare. though from the north, they were clear as day with the full moon. yet he knows they must - for now. one hand interlocks with another, leading cas away from the rock. as content as he is to remain close to the other, pruning in the water was not a perk.
“ever tried to count the stars, cas? or drawn out constellations – to hell if they’re real or not. tell me what you’ve done. tell me everything.”
just talk. it’s not enough to hear his name as a lustful chant. dean wants to hear cas speak, to hear the undulations and nuances in his voice, how it’s minute differences separate his from dean’s own down home, western accent. cas speaks like an educated man, crisp and with purpose. dean knows he’ll turn him yet, but as of now it fascinates him. he’s never heard an eastern, city accent.
and to hear it roll off cas’ tongue makes it all the more intriguing, all the more foreign and beautiful.