[ There's a teasing air to his tone, an amused twinkle in his eye as his lips curl into a pleased little smirk. He tugs Dean close enough to tilt his head just so and kiss him, a light and brief touch, though he doesn't move far when he breaks from it. ]
But that's fine. It's cute when you blush, anyway.
[ Jim does so love to get what he wants, and he looks almost like he's just won a prize with the smile on his face when he pulls away. His eyes bright with delight, they sweep over Dean's face, almost as if counting every freckle on skin. ]
Not my intention. If you don't like compliments, I can always stop.
[ Dean laughs a little, cheeks pink, but he determinedly continues on. Enjoy watching him blossom under your tutelage, Jim. He's really coming into his bisexuality. ]
Well, I was thinking you can show me a few new moves.
[ Oh, he's enjoying it alright. He's too weak to a cute blushing face like that, and there's these little dimples on Dean's cheeks when he laughs like that. He runs his thumbs over Dean's collar, giving it a slow little tug. ]
You know all you have to do is ask.
[ He's made his interest plenty clear so far, after all. He just has been careful not to make Dean uncomfortable. ]
[ 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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Well. I'm not a completely blushing virgin.
[ Just, you know. When it comes to members of the same sex. ]
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[ There's a teasing air to his tone, an amused twinkle in his eye as his lips curl into a pleased little smirk. He tugs Dean close enough to tilt his head just so and kiss him, a light and brief touch, though he doesn't move far when he breaks from it. ]
But that's fine. It's cute when you blush, anyway.
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[ He grins, and Jim gets what he wants in both blush and kiss; the softest touch of lips, and cheeks pinking under his freckles. ]
Killin' me, man. [ Compliments. What do you do with them, he doesn't know. ]
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Not my intention. If you don't like compliments, I can always stop.
[ No he can't, he's just gonna keep going. ]
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I can think of some better things to do than talk about how cute I am.
[ Like, way better things. ]
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[ Absolutely feigning ignorance here, but his smile can't hide the teasing and shameless edge to it, chin tipping up just so. ]
Care to share?
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[ Dean laughs a little, cheeks pink, but he determinedly continues on. Enjoy watching him blossom under your tutelage, Jim. He's really coming into his bisexuality. ]
Well, I was thinking you can show me a few new moves.
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You know all you have to do is ask.
[ He's made his interest plenty clear so far, after all. He just has been careful not to make Dean uncomfortable. ]
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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. ]