catch-all

[xwing]

CHARACTERS: luke skywalker
LOCATION: various locations
DATE: december
CONTENT: catch-all + open mistletoe prompt
WARNINGS: probable star wars trauma

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[ruinously]

[ Dean takes a short breath, pulls himself properly back to the present - this is important, a moment that...may not be a huge deal to Luke, but for him it's monumental. ]

Sorry. [ It's sheepish, his tone. Pink colors his face, floods down his neck; freckles stand out like constellations over nose and cheeks. He hadn't meant to get lost, but sometimes it happens to the best of them, doesn't it?

Dean relaxes in inches, muscles that were previously tensed loosening, his posture gentling from rigid to familiarity. Luke's voice is familiar, warm - one he's heard before, many...many times over the years, a comfort drawn from a childhood escape. Here, now, though -- it's all real. It's real, and Luke is warm and Dean loses a piece of his self control as they kiss again, soft but more determined this time, more deliberate.

His fingers curl tighter in Luke's shirt and he moves in a little closer, lips parting, tongue tracing over soft lips. ]

[xwing]

[ Oh No, He's Cute.

dean is actually blushing, and it's unexpected and charming enough to make luke actually feel a little cocky. he doesn't usually get to feel like he knows what he's doing when it comes to people who are interested in him. ]

Don't apologize, [ he manages, just before dean's mouth finds his again. his lips part beneath the other man's, welcoming him inside as he eases closer. they're pressed together by the time he's satisfied, his fingers pushing up into dean's hair and curling gently in the short strands. ]

[ruinously]

[ And just like that, the rest of the tension and nervousness leaves Dean's body, draining right out of him in a puddle on the ground. It's no big deal, is it? No one cares.

He slides both arms around Luke's waist, hauls him in close, hips pressed flush, mouth opening easily, hungrily - wanting to taste, feel, experience. Have these things he's never had, that he's denied himself, hidden, boxed up and put away. Fear of his old man, his brothers rejection - none of it matters now, not in this moment, because in this moment?

Everything is right. ]