@awkwardcourage || shared desires || oh my my!
[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually.
fingers push through cropped dark strands of hair made cool to the touch from the cheap air conditioning unit mounted on the window. curtains partially opened from across the room allow the blinking "vacancy" sign to illuminate the wall--red--dark wallpaper--red--dark wallpaper. a steady pulse point that thrums nonstop in the background bleeding in with the old black and white night of the living dead playing on a tube television with rabbit ears and dreams of better cable. the sound's off. they never got far enough to find the taped together remote. dean only flicked it on for light when they first entered.
a 20watt bulb attached to a fixture that's part of an outdated bedframe and their late 80's, maybe early 90's, decor are all they got to see. but it's enough that when dean pulls back and looks into the set of lidded, darkened blue eyes? his head spins from the realization that he's made him look like that. their mouths meet. dean kisses him like it's the last chance he'll ever have on earth to try. lips nudge lips open. his tongue slips inside the warmth of hughie's mouth. tasting. he moans. a rush of warm escapes through his nose. brushes over hughie's cheeks.
teeth gently pluck at a bottom lip before dean releases it and pulls back. a shuddering breath keeps his lips open until they land upon the other's throat. kissing, nuzzling. a ragged breath as he falls apart when he feels hands upon his sides. hughie's fingers move towards his belt, pause and curl there. his own fingers flex inside those strands of hair that feel so fucking good to the touch. dare they tremble when his right hand moves to caress down a long neck? yes. he hears the question. 'can i touch you,' near the shell of his ear. dean groans in response. feels himself stiffen at the mere thought.
"please...," is his wobbly voiced response. "please.." repeated a bit more steadily. but not by much. he's all want and coiled nerve endings. blissfully floating from one sensation coiling through him to another.