forum This is stupid // OxO // Closed

Started July 25, 2019 by @Fraust

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He looked at him curiously, even though it wasn't really something he hasn't seen before– He just didn't understand why people ate ice.

"…What?" Cas asked after a pause, the ice starting to hurt his tongue a bit.

He shook his head. "It's nothing. If you need your cat toys, I put them in the closet upstairs. I'm gonna go work-out…"

"Okay." Cas got up and followed Sorin downstairs, the ice cube slowly melting.

Yeah, I figured… but Sorin didn't mind. He took off his shirt, and immediately went to the bench press.

Cas went over to the pull up bar and climbed up on top of it. Soon, he was just sitting atop the bar.

Sorin pulled off the weight and glanced at Cas. "Are you sure you don't want you don't want to go up there to play? Or watch TV or something? You don't have to sit here."

"You're far more interesting~" Cas purred, winking at him from the bar.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "Am I really?" Sorin began lifting the heavy weight.

"Mhmm~…" Cas rested his elbows on his knees and cradled his chin in his hands. "I love watching you in here."

His tattoo pulsed brightly. "Just in here?" A grin tugged at his lips.

"I mean, all the time, I guess." Cas carefully hopped down from the bar and went to sit on Sorin's lap, tracing the tattoo lightly with his fingers. "It's just especially hot in here."

Sorin nearly dropped the weight on himself, his ears and face heating up immensely. "Careful, Cas…" he said in almost a whisper.

"Hmm?" Cas smirked and let his hands glide up Sorin's chest.

He tried focusing on lifting– tried. His breathing hitched each time he moved his hand up and down his chest.

"Do you like that?~" Cas leaned down more and pressed his lips to the tattoo, keeping his eyes fixed on Sorin.

He shuddered, his arms faltering a bit but he still held up the weight steadily. Sorin's breathing became more erratic, the red on his face becoming deeper.

Cas nuzzled against his chest, purring. "I love you, baby." He said sweetly, though the smirk still toyed with the corners of his lips.

"I love…I love you too," his eyes fixed on the weight and ceiling above him, trying to subside his reddened face.

Cas placed his knees on either side of Sorin's waist and started to slowly drag his hand down, a light blush rising to his own cheeks.

His lifting slowed down, his tattoo pulsing at the same pace. He licked his lips and swallowed, the heat returning to his cheeks once more.

Cas hooked his fingers around the waistband of Sorin's pants, the other hand still lightly tracing the tattoo.

Sorin's arms grew weak and he set down the weight, tilting his head back as a shaky breath escaped his lips. More blood rushed to his face– among other places.

Cas smirked again. "Do you like that, love?" He asked, humming softly as he tugged at the fabric.

A groan emanated from his throat. He struggled to keep his eyes open, them becoming as heavy as his arms felt as he tried to pick up the weight again.

"Ooh, I've weakened you." Cas crooned, leaning forward to nip at Sorin's collarbone.

Goddamn. "No, not…not weak–" another groan escaped his lip.

"Disarmed?" He sucked lightly at the skin. "Flustered, maybe?"

"Keep doing this and we might just forget about the cookies," he bit his lip.

"I could never forget about the cookies~" Cas pulled away for a moment and gently kissed the mark he'd made a couple times.