[ he soothes his hands up dean's neck beneath his coat and then slides them out of his shirt. he'll not explain why, but dean will find that it's true regardless. it's only by choice that the bruises bloom into something semi-permanent, that the teeth marks remain. castiel has done this a few times now, but— but— never the way he wanted to. never with who he wanted to. even through both cruelty and kindness, the unequal split. he's only ever wanted this. no matter how it might come to him.
he cants his hips forward, lifts one leg up. his sweatpants are giving. ]
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[ he soothes his hands up dean's neck beneath his coat and then slides them out of his shirt. he'll not explain why, but dean will find that it's true regardless. it's only by choice that the bruises bloom into something semi-permanent, that the teeth marks remain. castiel has done this a few times now, but— but— never the way he wanted to. never with who he wanted to. even through both cruelty and kindness, the unequal split. he's only ever wanted this. no matter how it might come to him.
he cants his hips forward, lifts one leg up. his sweatpants are giving. ]