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    “—- More?” 

  There’s not much room or time to ask for further elaboration, but he doesn’t mind so much. Soft lips are on his own and it’s easy to lose himself to it. To radiate contentment with each upward press, every time he lets a kiss land and returns it with another. 

    So gentle, too. 

     Stuart’s hands grip Dean’s shoulder slightly, fingers almost massaging them through the clothing as he presses down in the hunter’s lap.  Though the kiss is soft, gentle, so far from rushed, he’s grinding his hips down ever so slightly, missing all contact that he had been without the other.  His tongue slips past his lips to run along the other’s lower one, wishing and almost begging to deepen the kiss.