NSFW Open RP post

[lovemesomepie314]

1. Leave me a prompt, picture, lyrics, etc.
2. I'm going to tag you back eventually!
3. RP magic is happening.
4. Are we threading already?
5. You are going to get sick of my forever back tagging.
6. Get used to it, I'm in your inbox.

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[needsacoughdrop]

There's no concern about Dean's wellbeing, because he's here, obviously. The pregnant silence that falls between them is punctuated by a look that says: don't be an idiot. "It wasn't my intention to." He doesn't particularly enjoy the taste of blood.

Ah, but here comes the key part of this. Writing versus verbally making the offer. Castiel's gaze drops back down to the page. Considering the state of his well crafted letter, perhaps talking would have been the better route. Talking, however, has never much been their strong point, has it?

"Writing was considered a method of courtship at some point in history. To my recollection," he absently adds, reaching up with his free hand to rub the stubble on his chin. "My aim was to offer, not proposition you like a prostitute."

He looks back up at Dean. Watches him steadily.

"I was wary of my words alluding to that, if we discussed this in person, first."

[lovemesomepie314]

"So, wait..." Dean unfolds his arms and rubs a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. "You wrote me that you want to have sex with me but you didn't want to say it in person so I wouldn't see it too promiscuous?"

There's some giggle coming in from behind Castiel's window and Dean steps to it, pulling the curtains shut on the few girls that just remained there to spy on them. Harpies.

The cabin becomes a strange land of orange and red light then, seeping through the cotton of the curtains. They don't have electricity and during daylight there's no need to burn candles. But then the curtains are closed, the daylight doesn't get to stream in freely but bleeds through the colorful fabric.

Dean crosses the floor again, this time right into Castiel's personal space, then he reaches up to grab Castiel's shirt front and pushes him back against the wall, then leans in to slowly, slowly kiss his lips.