[ He kisses Cas' neck again and again, a lazy line from shoulder to jaw, licking at sweat, breathing slowly beginning to even out. He doesn't pull out, not just yet, only stands there and holds Cas like he's afraid one (or both) of them might simply keel over. ]
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No way, Cas...you are good. Best I've ever had.
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what dean says makes him smile, though. and then laugh a little. ]
Yeah, well, we can both be. It's not a competition. [ there's a beat, and— ] I think.
[ he sways a little, side to side, and then immediately stops with a soft sound when it begins making him dizzy. ]
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It's not.
[ Holding Cas steady, he mouths at his neck again, eyes shutting briefly. ]
We need to find a place to crash land.