And he wants to make sure that yes isn't just some automatic response, trying to lean back again to see his face. Yet, there are hands pressing to his head, sifting through his hair and holding him still. Precious, careful, and it's really-- It's still surprising to feel the weight of his lips, the taste of his mouth like it's normal. Like they've always been doing this. More kisses in the span of forty-eight hours than he can count since that first time in the dark...
He's only passive for a moment, letting the shift and slide of it overtake him before he reacts. His palms bear down lightly on Dean's shoulders, stretching up to give him what he wants and take what he needs. Castiel bites at his bottom lip, touches his tongue to the spot to soothe it.
It's a breathy sort of kiss by the time he realizes it, still firm but gentle. The quietest sort of promise he can give him. ]
You-- [ don't have to.
There is no thanks in this, no thanks for what he's freely offering up. In his own way, perhaps it's trying to reconcile all the wrong he's done since he'd disregarded Heaven and stayed behind in a dying world. Perhaps it's just Castiel being selfish. One in the same, eventually, and he kisses the corner of his mouth. ] I'm always here for you.
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And he wants to make sure that yes isn't just some automatic response, trying to lean back again to see his face. Yet, there are hands pressing to his head, sifting through his hair and holding him still. Precious, careful, and it's really-- It's still surprising to feel the weight of his lips, the taste of his mouth like it's normal. Like they've always been doing this. More kisses in the span of forty-eight hours than he can count since that first time in the dark...
He's only passive for a moment, letting the shift and slide of it overtake him before he reacts. His palms bear down lightly on Dean's shoulders, stretching up to give him what he wants and take what he needs. Castiel bites at his bottom lip, touches his tongue to the spot to soothe it.
It's a breathy sort of kiss by the time he realizes it, still firm but gentle. The quietest sort of promise he can give him. ]
You-- [ don't have to.
There is no thanks in this, no thanks for what he's freely offering up. In his own way, perhaps it's trying to reconcile all the wrong he's done since he'd disregarded Heaven and stayed behind in a dying world. Perhaps it's just Castiel being selfish. One in the same, eventually, and he kisses the corner of his mouth. ] I'm always here for you.
[ And that's all he can promise. ]