[ Cas moans, sound filthy where it's pressed against the skin of Grady's throat. He's never learned that human thing called shame, and sees no need in holding back sounds. It's not performative, though - he wouldn't know how to do that, a strange chord of innocence wrapped within all his sin and debauchery. No, he shares his pleasures.
And that hand grabbing his hair? Oh, that is doing something fierce for him. Cas' hips stutter on the push forwards, pressing desperately close.
This time, he bites down harder, right where neck meets shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to straddle just this side of pleasure to pain, and he pairs it by pushing a hand beetween Grady and the wall, grabbing his ass and pulling his hips forwards roughly to meet Cas' roll forwards, intending to light the man up. ]
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And that hand grabbing his hair? Oh, that is doing something fierce for him. Cas' hips stutter on the push forwards, pressing desperately close.
This time, he bites down harder, right where neck meets shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to straddle just this side of pleasure to pain, and he pairs it by pushing a hand beetween Grady and the wall, grabbing his ass and pulling his hips forwards roughly to meet Cas' roll forwards, intending to light the man up. ]