[ Grady can't stop himself moving against that strong thigh between his legs, rocking against the other man like a teenager just learning what heavy petting means, his rocky demeanour stripped away as he becomes pathetic with desperate need. If Cas wants someone to appreciate being used, he's found a good match.
He palms the bare skin of Cas' back, digging his fingers into his hips and hisses out his breath when he feels teeth against the side of his neck. Usually he'd turn away from that kind of thing, too close to the life-ending scar that stretches across the front of his throat, but right now he wants that faint hint of pain, the reminder of the price he's already paid.
Fuck -- [ He growls out the curse, reaching up to the back of Cas's head to tug at his hair and hold him in place at the same time. ] Harder, c'mon. Make me feel it.
[ 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. ]
[ The push and roll of Cas' hips and the insisting ache of those teeth pressing against him, the heat of Cas' mouth, is enough to make Grady groan and whine in the back of his throat, his own body responding as he grinds himself against the other man, rapidly losing his fragile grip on his inhibitions.
He drops both of his hands back down to Cas' hips, pushing down at the fabric that's still in the way, then slides his palm between them and down, clumsy and awkward as he works to shove his fingers into the front of Cas' pants, greedy and wanting more, wanting as much as he can get right now to dispel the icy cold pain in his core. ]
You -- god -- fuck me. [ The words trip and stumble off his lips as he rocks against Cas' leaning weight, against the back of his own hand. ] C'mon sweetheart.
[ The pet name nearly gets a struggle, but Grady's free to have it. Cas is no one's anything, least of all a sweetheart. But why burst thebubble of the moment. He buries a keening moan against the man's shoulder though, when a searching hand slides down the front of his pants.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
He holds Grady still with an arm against his chest for a moment, making sure to catch the man's eyes. ]
You got anything here? Lube, condoms?
[ That determines how far this goes, even as Cas busies himself dropping his pants and then doing the Sam to Grady's with rough, impatient tugs. He'll happily get them there rutting against the wall - but with the right tools he'll happily give and take some more. ]
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He palms the bare skin of Cas' back, digging his fingers into his hips and hisses out his breath when he feels teeth against the side of his neck. Usually he'd turn away from that kind of thing, too close to the life-ending scar that stretches across the front of his throat, but right now he wants that faint hint of pain, the reminder of the price he's already paid.
Fuck -- [ He growls out the curse, reaching up to the back of Cas's head to tug at his hair and hold him in place at the same time. ] Harder, c'mon. Make me feel it.
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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. ]
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He drops both of his hands back down to Cas' hips, pushing down at the fabric that's still in the way, then slides his palm between them and down, clumsy and awkward as he works to shove his fingers into the front of Cas' pants, greedy and wanting more, wanting as much as he can get right now to dispel the icy cold pain in his core. ]
You -- god -- fuck me. [ The words trip and stumble off his lips as he rocks against Cas' leaning weight, against the back of his own hand. ] C'mon sweetheart.
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Yes. Fuck, yes.
He holds Grady still with an arm against his chest for a moment, making sure to catch the man's eyes. ]
You got anything here? Lube, condoms?
[ That determines how far this goes, even as Cas busies himself dropping his pants and then doing the Sam to Grady's with rough, impatient tugs. He'll happily get them there rutting against the wall - but with the right tools he'll happily give and take some more. ]