[ 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 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. ]