Revelations

Dominance

They tasted each other's breaths at first. Their heads danced closer. Their chests heaved uncontrollably and when Cas rested his hand on the hunter's right shoulder, Dean shrugged away the touch. Because it was a sin to feel like he could let go of everything so fast to welcome home a war ship. To open up himself again and to let in a thousand reasons to love the man standing so close to him.

So, because he wanted to take charge of the situation. To prove that he had the will power to push forward and disregard those simple advances, Dean slipped out from between the table and Cas, and he started towards the door.

He was so sure of himself. So determined to walk away, to give it some more time. To at least sit down with Cas and exchange some more words. Maybe to settle things between them a little more. But perhaps the ultimate reason why they were perfect for each other was the fact that Cas didn't have the patience nor the time to wait. He had waited too damn long and because his mind was crazy in love with Dean, he went after him.

"I'm not letting you go ever again," Cas gravelly voice was firm when he reached out and took the other man's wrist. And pulling him back roughly, the hunter swung around and stared. "Don't you dare leave me." He started walking Dean backwards, a fierce kind of passion burning behind blue orbs. "I know that you still want me."

"You're so sure of that?" Dean swallowed hard although he kept retreating and yet. He always had the disadvantage. He always seemed to be cornered just like in that moment when his back pressed against the wall and all Dean wanted was to melt away. "Cas, don't do it," he pleaded in an uneven tone when the fire inside the other man's eyes burned brighter. "I need time."

"We don't have time," and grabbing the hunter's shoulders, Cas crushed his lips onto parted ones, immediately unearthing a muffled cry from Dean's throat.

Kissing him was like tapping into the only thing in the universe that was keeping Cas alive. The only source of hope and beauty and love.

Dean's body was on fire against Cas' chest. His arms rippled, the muscle under the hunter's skin defined as he balled his fists into Cas' black shirt and tried to push him away but he couldn't. Dean was overpowered and this time, he didn't have an opinion on what he liked or what he wanted. He couldn't breathe. And like an alcoholic returning to his first drink after being sober for a year, Dean drowned uncontrollably in Cas' taste. He sucked on the angel's bottom lip and pulled, then after driving pathways through Cas' hair with his fingers, Dean pulled him close and kissed him back so hard, his head twirled around dangerously.

Cas tasted so damn good, the hunter's toes curled in his boots and even after trying to break apart for a few seconds to give himself a chance to breathe, he couldn't do it. He just couldn't let go. He didn't want to let go. Dean felt like his body was on fire, like he was desperate to touch the other man, so much more than before. Like he wanted to feel every inch of Cas against his lips. And for the first time in a long time, he completely gave into the moment believing that now, everything that would happen between them was unearthing a physical reaction in every possible way.

It was like returning home from war and after being swamped in the destruction, now there was some kind of order to things. Now he wasn't barely alive. He was fully fueled and tilting Cas' face upwards, those blue eyes fluttering close, Dean grazed his teeth upon Cas' jawline and he teased afterwards with a trail of kisses. He sucked the soft skin on Cas' neck excited his pores with warm breath. And suddenly, Cas was straining so damn much inside his pants, his erection was painful because he hadn't been able to reach any kind of release in a long time. And because he couldn't have accomplished it by himself, he was agonized by the way Dean made him feel.

But they couldn't take what they wanted in the kitchen.

Although Dean realized how fucking turned on Cas was from his presence and the things he was doing with his mouth, he selfishly pushed him away. And staring into blue eyes, with his chest heaving uncontrollably, Dean boldly lowered his gaze to the definite bulge in the other man's black pants and he smiled. He smiled because he was suddenly in the reverse position like when they had shared their first kiss. And because he was also seriously turned on but managed to simmer down the need to be touched by Cas after all time they had spent apart, Dean did the one thing that stunned Cas.