[ Jim's smile is all soft and warm, fingers brushing idly over Dean's collar. ]
You're too cute for your own good, Dean Winchester.
[ Before Dean can answer (but not before he can blush, of course), he tugs Dean closer by the collar and locks their lips together in a proper kiss, pressing himself closer. No time like the present, and Jim doesn't intend to waste a second of it. ]
[ He tries, briefly, to object vocally to being called cute. His mouth, however, is immediately given something else far more appealing to do than talk, and he immediately loses all interest in conversation. Jim is easy to be around, easy to talk to, and easy to kiss. Dean drapes his arms properly around the man's neck and shoulders, pushing his fingers up the back of his head, nails light over his scalp.
The kiss calms him in inches, tense muscles easing, the tightness in his shoulders relaxing as he falls into it, lets himself enjoy it, guilt banished away to the darkest recesses of his mind. ]
[ As much as he likes to hear Dean talk, he also very much enjoys the thought of doing things that will make him decidedly not want to talk. Especially after Dean's not only given permission, but practically invited him to push things further, like hell he'll let that opportunity slip by.
He feels Dean relax gradually, and his lips curl into a faint and brief smile against Dean's mouth, gone when he deepens the contact a little more, head tilting so he can slot them closer together, tongue stealing a taste from Dean's mouth. One of his hands weaves into Dean's hair, scratching the scalp near his nape, using that hold to pull him closer and invite him to return the attention with equal intensity— or more, if he's into it. ]
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[ He shifts a little, face still pink, but determined. ]
This is me asking. For, uh. More, I guess.
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You're too cute for your own good, Dean Winchester.
[ Before Dean can answer (but not before he can blush, of course), he tugs Dean closer by the collar and locks their lips together in a proper kiss, pressing himself closer. No time like the present, and Jim doesn't intend to waste a second of it. ]
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[ He tries, briefly, to object vocally to being called cute. His mouth, however, is immediately given something else far more appealing to do than talk, and he immediately loses all interest in conversation. Jim is easy to be around, easy to talk to, and easy to kiss. Dean drapes his arms properly around the man's neck and shoulders, pushing his fingers up the back of his head, nails light over his scalp.
The kiss calms him in inches, tense muscles easing, the tightness in his shoulders relaxing as he falls into it, lets himself enjoy it, guilt banished away to the darkest recesses of his mind. ]
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He feels Dean relax gradually, and his lips curl into a faint and brief smile against Dean's mouth, gone when he deepens the contact a little more, head tilting so he can slot them closer together, tongue stealing a taste from Dean's mouth. One of his hands weaves into Dean's hair, scratching the scalp near his nape, using that hold to pull him closer and invite him to return the attention with equal intensity— or more, if he's into it. ]