"Fucking knot me already!" Dean growled out in frustration, wondering why there was so much resistance to the simple action.
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“...” He was TEMPTED. O f c o u r s e he was tempted As rushing headlong into the depths would be foolishness; he’d held off, at least temporarily.
Their existence was TURBULENT enough. He had no wish for more upheaval ; as much as he wanted nothing more than to d r o w n ; welcoming warmth and fire; heavy breaths & SEEKING fingers.
No doubt Dean recognized how CLOSE he was to giving in, n o m a t t e r his doubts. His fingers rubbed together restlessly ; itching to touch, to pull and t u g , map freckled CONSTELLATIONS.He refused to fist his hand; fidgeting was enough of a tell.
“Are you sure you’ve entirely thought this through?” Came the next question, instead of another QUERY of if he was alright, or why. He was balancing on the p r e c i p i c e. Now he was more concerned with if Dean EXPECTED to brush this off like all his other t a w d r y one-night stands once he gave in. If so Castiel would NOT be pleased.