[And Dean is so used to it, too, that he thinks nothing of just filling in the gaps. But not right now. Now, Felix is coming over into his space again and it's so much easier to relax like this; he moves the chair back obligingly, not looking away, and that's easy too. He would have never, on his own, thought to look at Felix as something, as someone he could want in his bed, but now that it's happened - now that he wants it to continue happening - his eyes trace the expanses of newly remade, damp skin exposed to him, and one hand comes up to tease at the other man's wet black hair for the brief moment that he's kissing back.
He knows instantly what tattoo he'd give Felix if it were up to him, and his hand coming down from his hair stops with his palm laid over his left collarbone, just where Dean's own tattoo is. It's not even a romantic, matching tattoos thing - it's about protection, practicality. But that's not the point of this question and he doesn't care to field any kind of disbelief about demons and their ability to possess people just now, so even though he honestly can't think of anything else, he doesn't say that.
Instead, he grins.] We could get you a trampstamp. Those are always nice to aim for. [He's teasing, though, leaning back in the chair slightly to consider.] I dunno. I'm not good at this. You like fish or something, right? Get a shark.
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[And Dean is so used to it, too, that he thinks nothing of just filling in the gaps. But not right now. Now, Felix is coming over into his space again and it's so much easier to relax like this; he moves the chair back obligingly, not looking away, and that's easy too. He would have never, on his own, thought to look at Felix as something, as someone he could want in his bed, but now that it's happened - now that he wants it to continue happening - his eyes trace the expanses of newly remade, damp skin exposed to him, and one hand comes up to tease at the other man's wet black hair for the brief moment that he's kissing back.
He knows instantly what tattoo he'd give Felix if it were up to him, and his hand coming down from his hair stops with his palm laid over his left collarbone, just where Dean's own tattoo is. It's not even a romantic, matching tattoos thing - it's about protection, practicality. But that's not the point of this question and he doesn't care to field any kind of disbelief about demons and their ability to possess people just now, so even though he honestly can't think of anything else, he doesn't say that.
Instead, he grins.] We could get you a trampstamp. Those are always nice to aim for. [He's teasing, though, leaning back in the chair slightly to consider.] I dunno. I'm not good at this. You like fish or something, right? Get a shark.