float down like autumn leaves
Kiss #15 - A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.
50 types of kisses collection. Also posted on ao3.
Okay, so maybe Dean wasn’t used to celebrating holidays. Or seasons in general. But Cas had seemed eager to do something autumnal to decorate their home- fingers dancing feather light over Dean’s palm as he suggested the idea a few nights ago as they were drifting off to sleep with their legs tangled under the sheets and Dean’s head tucked into Cas’ shoulder.
Small little decorations had started appearing in their house the next morning- a pumpkin candle on the kitchen counter and a string of orange tinsel shaped like leaves sat along the mantle above their fireplace.
Every time they walked past something fall themed in the store, Cas got this little yearning look in his eyes and Dean slipped whatever item it was into the cart. Okay, yeah, Dean was maybe just a little sweet on his husband. But how could he resist that adorable little smile that lit up Cas’ face when they stumbled across a section in the department store filled with orange and yellow wreaths and black and orange flannel tablecloths.
Autumn would soon transition into Halloween, and Dean had a sneaking suspicion that Cas was going to decorate with little ghosts and witch hats; made all the more humorous because these versions were cute and quirky compared to the real-life ones they hunted for a living. And for the first time in a long time- maybe the first time ever- Dean was happy to let the celebrations dance and decorations collect in their fixer-upper of a home. Maybe because it made the house feel more like a home, and maybe because Cas had never been happier, and that right there was all Dean ever wanted.
As September rolled to an end and October began to peak its way over the horizon, Dean breathed in the crisp autumn air as he grabbed the surprise he'd gotten for Cas out of the car and carried the items into their kitchen.
"Honey, I'm home," he called, waiting for the soft laugh Cas always made whenever he said those words. "I've got a surprise in the kitchen for you."
Cas' head popped around the corner a moment later, a sparkle brightening his eyes as their gazes locked. "A surprise? For me?"
Dean hummed, pulling Cas into a gentle embrace until he could wrap his arms around Cas' neck. "Am I not allowed to surprise my husband?" he asked, brushing his nose softly against Cas’.
“You surprise me every day,” Cas murmured, ghosting their mouths together in the barest hint of a kiss.
Dean let out a soft breath; a shiver tickling along his arms as Cas’ lips chastely touched his. And then Cas was pulling away, a little smirk on his lips that definitely proved he knew what that little touch of a kiss was doing to Dean.
“I hate you,” Dean muttered, even though he guided Cas around the counter until he could press the brown paper bag into his hands. “Go on and open it.”
Reaching into the bag, Cas slowly pulled out a couple strings of lights along with several dinner plates and some glasses. He ran his fingers slowly over the gifts before looking up at Dean with an awe-struck expression.
“You said you wanted to decorate the kitchen table with an autumn theme. I thought you’d like to put those little string lights with the pumpkin and leaf shapes in the center of the table. And you kept glancing at those pumpkin designed plates at the store yesterday. The matching mugs may have been a little overboard but-”
Dean never got to finish his sentence. Not when Cas’ mouth was crashing into his with enough enthusiasm to have the breath stuttering from Dean’s lungs. Cas’ hands were all over him; gripping against his flannel shirt and tangling in the back of his hair. Cas had kissed him a million times in a thousand ways, but nothing even came close to the fierce way Cas was devouring him right now.
Dean scrambled, sliding his fingers into the belt loops of Cas’ pants to pull him closer, and they both gasped against each other’s mouths. Dean wasn’t sure how it happened, but one moment they were kissing in the middle of the room and the next Cas had nudged him backwards until Dean was pressed against the kitchen counter; the cold granite against his back a sharp contrast to the hot brush of an open mouth against his own.
Their tongues tangled together, Cas letting out a muffled groan as he leaned deeper into the kiss. Dean’s head spun and his knees felt weak, and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why Cas was kissing him like this, but God, he never wanted it to end. Cas was exploring every inch of his mouth, as if he didn’t already have every crevice memorized by heart.
It felt like an awakening; a passion tipped head-long into bliss as Cas kept on kissing him as if he were drinking Dean in.
When Cas pulled away, Dean thought the kiss was over. But no. Cas lingered; easing back slowly until he caught Dean’s lower lip between his teeth and tugged lightly. He nipped softly at the plump flesh of Dean’s lip; a sharp sting immediately soothed as Cas licked over it with the tip of his tongue. Then a breathy huff was ghosted over the bite in a move that sent another shiver racing down Dean’s spine.
When he blinked his eyes open, dazed and dizzy, Cas was nosing his way along Dean’s cheek before tipping their heads together until their foreheads were touching. Dean felt like he was going to melt into the floor and float up into the sky at the same time.
“What was that for?” he asked, sucking in a lungful of air as he squeezed Cas’ hips.
Cas seemed lost for words for a moment, kiss swollen lips turning up into a tantalizing smile. “Because that was the best surprise you’ve ever gotten me.”
Dean opened his mouth, about to point out his proposal should’ve been the best surprise he’d ever given Cas, but Cas licked his lips and Dean followed the movement with his eyes. Oh.
“We should decorate the table with the new lights and plates,” Cas said, shifting backwards slightly, but Dean chased him, brushing their mouths together again.
“Five minutes. I’m not finished kissing you,” Dean said against Cas’ lips.
Cas hummed in pleasure, and Dean felt the granite press into his back once again as Cas mouth claimed his in another biting kiss.
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