crxstalcas:Dean matched his movements to Cas’, synchronising them. Without his remembering the cho
crxstalcas: Dean matched his movements to Cas’, synchronising them. Without his remembering the choice to do so, his hands moved up to hold Cas’ sides more firmly, fingers splayed, while Cas’ fingers slipped into his belt loops, and pulled him in a little closer. The music was still pounding, but all Dean could focus on was the movement of Cas’ hips, the little ways that their bodies brushed and coalesced before falling apart again, on a rhythm; he looked down, watching Cas and himself as they moved against each other. They looked good, they looked right ; they looked like two bodies that belonged, fluid and unafraid and bold. He met Cas’ eyes. Cas looked almost frighteningly alive, intense as white fire. Dean smiled at him, and Cas tilted his head - for a wild second, Dean thought he was about to be kissed - out of hand on AO3written by @whelvenwingsillustration by me...GUYS EMILY AND ME FINALLY DID A FIC/ART COLLAB HAPPY VALENTINES DAY -- source link
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