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"Take me to your home."
A woman in a movie Dean has been watching said. She took a tall man's hand and he walked away with her.
Dean subtly smiled, pushing his hand in a bowl of popcorn.
There was Cas next to him, silently watched the movie without a word.
They'd been watching some romance movie. It was not Dean's favorite gerne, but Cas wondered why most people perfered romance — action and horror and other gernes were also good — so Dean let him watch it.
As atmosphere of the movie went deeper and more tension, Dean felt more excited, glimpsing at the blue-eyed angel.
The woman and the man asked each other's preference and personal information, reducng their space between them. It reminded him their personal space, which made him glance at Cas again.
And their legs. Their space was smaller than usual. The gap was so small if Dean stretched his leg towards him a little, he could touch his thigh.
Cas' blue eyes kept watching the screen of television studiously, shiny in curiousity towards movie.
With a reflection of his eyes, Dean noticed he watched a kissing scene of the characters. Cas scruntized them as if it interested him.
Dean felt unknown tension between him and Cas, and he awkwardly turned his head to watch, until the movie finished.
The credit of the movie showed up with classic misic.
"How was the movie?" Dean asked as he looked at Cas.
"It was good. I'd understand why most people like romance," he pouted like he considered which word was more proper. "...Humankind's love looks... too beautiful and exquisite for angels to try to emphasize. It's like exceptional part of human."
Dean raised his eyebrows, nodding.
"I feel jealous of human's emotional love. We angel can't feel that no matter what we do."
Cas lowered his head, and it gave Dean something like sadness.
"You said, you've never felt something like romantic feelings?"
Dean asked, and Cas nodded. His big blue eyes stared at him like a puppy.
Dean swallowed hard, hesitating, then,
"Never kissed?"
He felts his body tense, and Cas kindly answered.
"Yes, But I kissed Meg before, It didn't feel genuine." Dean remembered Cas had kissed her, and said he learned from the pizza man. Dean shook one of his leg without realizing.
Cas' intense gaze roamed on Dean and settled down his face. Cas could see his featured freckles, rosy lips and thick eyelashes that covered his green eyes. He just made his gaze more intense. Dean felt anxioty in somewhere in his body. Is— is it an eye-sex?
"So you want... to kiss someone to feel genuine love of human?"
Dean fixed his position more comfortable, but still a little bit uncomfortable on his crotch. It was just about a kiss, and he was asking Cas some normal questions, right? There was no arousal stimulus between them.
"Yes, someday. It's not a serious problem. It's one of my bucket lists."
Dean nodded subtly as he crossed his legs. Then he bit his lip. Maybe good idea popped up in his head.
"How about, uh, practice?" Dean cleared his throat, "I mean, practice kissing."
Naive Cas just tilted his head adorably, as if he didn't grasp what it meant exactly. Dean felt his heart skipping against his ribcage. His cheek felt subtly flushed, and he hoped he couldn't notice it.
"Practice?"
As soon as Cas asked, Dean hastily opened his mouth.
"Yeah, uh, just a practice. It'd be ashamed if you clumsily kissed someone like teenage nerd girl who never kissed before," he laughed quietly himself. But Cas seemed to ponder it seriously. Dean grinned with his iconical smile, continuing.
"You will must kiss someone you'll love, not anyone. Maybe you have to show your all love if you really love her, for example."
Dean tapped the angel's shoulder softly.
"It does make sense," and Cas looked around as Dean put the bowl down on the floor. "Who do I practice with?“
And Cas gazed at Dean. Cas cocked his head again. Dean smiled seductively, his confident voice said.
"With me. I can help you."
Cas just nodded with obscure smile on his naive face, "thanks, Dean."
Gosh, he was so naive. Dean had expected Cas could notice his real intention, but Cas seemed he couldn't, even not showing suspection towards his suggestion.
Cas started to move, and Dean's pulse felts throbbing against his skin. The atmosphere around him surged its temperature up, making him sweat. The angel carefully watched Dean, shortening their gap.
"You okay? You seem sweating," Cas whispered as he sat right in front of Dean. When his breath ghosted over his tace, Dean gulped down, nodding hastily.
"Yeah, just practice. No problem. I'll teach you, and tell what your problem is," Dean's muscle strained. "Ready?"
Dean recieved nod from Cas.
Cas gently pressed a kiss on Dean's lips. It was softer and warmer than Dean expected. How could angel's lips be soft and warm? It distracted Dean's focus. Cas's subtle movement of his lip against his made him just want to feel more, more, let alone teaching Cas how to kiss properly.
It was Cas who pulled himself back, as if he waited for him to give advice.
Dean swallowed hard in his dried throat. "Umm... that's not bad.“ Cas tilted his head slightly. Dean fixed his position again, his legs on a couch. "Keep goin'."
Cas kept going, this time, he kissed with more pressure, Dean gasped. And Cas stopped, noticing that he gasped.
"Are you —"
"'M okay, just do it." Dean felt annoyed himself due to the wanton reaction of his own body.
Leaning forward more carefully, Cas kissed, again, and cocked his head to make their kiss deeper. Dean's trembling lips couldn't help but to part, Cas' hot breath wrapping his inner mouth.
It sent shivers through his spine, and his crotch.
Whenever Cas tried doing something like deepening their kiss, squirming his body, Dean could feel him hesitate before doing it, but Cas' bold affection amazed him, even though it was his second kissing experience in his entire life.
Cas bit Dean's bottom lip between his teeth, sucking as his hand sat on Dean's shoulder the handprint was on. Dean shivered and his chest heaved.
He licked the hunter's lip with his tongue like teasing, and dragged his lips from his chin to the jaw painfully slowly. Dean panted, and let out a breathless laugh. Trying to be calm.
"Ah, you— you're good at it than I expected."
Dean felt his lips on his own jawline smiling as a answer.
Cas trailed down his neck, sucking his sensitve skin with his teeth grazing on it. Dean groaned wantonly, lifting his head up to give him more space. Cas' free arm wrapped his waist, pulling him closer. Chest to chest.
Cas eagerly licked the hollow of the throat as if he tried to get good grade in this exam, and sucked harshly the clavicle, leaving trace of saliva. Too obscene, rusty though he was a divine angel of the Lord. So he shut his eyes.
"Castieeeel ," Dean drew out a moan at his name as he gripped a lapel of his trench coat. Cas felt electrocity creep onto his spine, with hot warmth spreading through his vein. He breathed out.
"Cas, Cas— this is enough," Dean gasped, and Cas who seemed not to hear it kept doing it. Cas's hand on his waist now was possesively on his butt.
"Cas, now I, I know you're good at this, so," — when Cas squeezed it with his nails digging into it, he moaned again, clutching the lapel of his coat — "s, stop, please." Dean pushed him back softly.
"Dean ," Cas groaned, being pushed by his hands. "Deannn ," he moaned at Dean's flushed face, viscous, ruddy lips and saliva-covered neck and clavicle. He admired him like a masterpiece in a famous art gallery.
Dean's gaze dropped on his watery, cherry lips. And on his ruddy cheeks, on his darkened blue eyes. Then looked away. as he fixed his flannel shirt.
Cas' behavior felt so bold and like more making out than the kissing practice. Did Cas notice Dean's intention, pretending to look navie?
Silence awkwardly sat between them like a big rock on the mountain. Dean cleared his throat, facing the television.
"Um, I, I think you don't need more practice and advice. You seem already... an expert."
Dean bluntly grinned and tapped his shoulder once. Cas shrugged.
"Thanks."
"...Wanna watch other movie?"
Dean awkwardly asked, leaning forward the tv, runmaging through a tv stand and grabbing something.
“...Star Wars?"
Asking, Dean shook its DVD in front of him.
Cas sighed, "yeah. Whatever."