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No. More than that. It takes like—
Cas gasps, his face flushing as a heat runs through his body, a zipping, incendiary flame running along his nervous system from his extremities all the way to the hard, pulsing beat in the center of his chest. “Dean.”
Dean’s hand shakes a little as he pulls off the cap. He twists it up, just to be dramatic, the waxy red ready to be applied. He meets Cas’s eyes, gazes locked, and applies it to his bottom lip. His mouth is pliant and open, and his lip moves with the force of it as he swipes on the lipstick.