[Felix lets out a sound that might be protest but he doesn't actually protest, and he doesn't try to pull away, and Dean doesn't care who sees or who else is around, so Dean doesn't stop. Usually he eases into this a little less suddenly, but there's some of that sharp edge from the embrace back in Felix's cabin still there in the way that he presses closer and then closer still, molding every part of him to fit against every part of Felix that he can, and he doesn't let up the kiss. He pushes, nipping at Felix's lower lip before sealing their mouths together again, breath harsh and unsteady around his efforts.
Not that he especially tries to push them further than that; not that he thinks he could. But they've earned it, and they have it right now, and Felix is still here and maybe he'll still be here longer and maybe he won't, and for all of these reasons Dean does his best to imprint Felix in his memory and vice. When he finally registers that maybe this is carrying on too long, maybe he's demanding too much, he still doesn't ease back; he just breaks away and tilts his head slightly to one side, leaning his forehead instead against the comparatively cool wall of the elevator, breath right next to Felix's ear, arms braced to either side to hold him up from crushing him completely, eyes half-closed and unfocused
Dean places a softer, much more chaste kiss at the corner of Felix's eye, then, and finally pushes himself upright again. He doesn't have much to say for himself.]
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Not that he especially tries to push them further than that; not that he thinks he could. But they've earned it, and they have it right now, and Felix is still here and maybe he'll still be here longer and maybe he won't, and for all of these reasons Dean does his best to imprint Felix in his memory and vice. When he finally registers that maybe this is carrying on too long, maybe he's demanding too much, he still doesn't ease back; he just breaks away and tilts his head slightly to one side, leaning his forehead instead against the comparatively cool wall of the elevator, breath right next to Felix's ear, arms braced to either side to hold him up from crushing him completely, eyes half-closed and unfocused
Dean places a softer, much more chaste kiss at the corner of Felix's eye, then, and finally pushes himself upright again. He doesn't have much to say for himself.]