It isn't that demons have particularly strong feelings about consent. It's more that Dean, even corrupted, has a preference for enthusiastic partners. Fighting has a satisfying place of its own, but it isn't that itch he's looking to scratch right now. Sex is generally a more fun time if it's had with a partner that also wants to participate in the festivities.
That answer sounds enough like consent to put a grin on his face, wicked and incorrigible and somehow a little boyish despite everything so wrong with him on such a fundamental level.
Some parts of his personality, it seems, linger still.
He always did love to rise to a challenge in the bedroom; to meet and exceed expectations. Let's not think too hard about him trying to be good, that's an entire psychoanalysis for another day when he doesn't have black eyes hidden behind the green.
At any rate, he isn't shy, and he isn't afraid to show off a little of that hard-acquired skill he spent so many years of his mortal life working on.
The hand Kyle's gripping at the wrist doesn't try to break away, but rather touches down a bit lower, thumbing jawline. Grazing scruff and facial hair as his palm slips by ear, as fingertips disappear into hair, cupping gently to allow him to lean in and decisively slot their mouths together. Plush lips to plush lips, practiced, deft and teasing.
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That answer sounds enough like consent to put a grin on his face, wicked and incorrigible and somehow a little boyish despite everything so wrong with him on such a fundamental level.
Some parts of his personality, it seems, linger still.
He always did love to rise to a challenge in the bedroom; to meet and exceed expectations. Let's not think too hard about him trying to be good, that's an entire psychoanalysis for another day when he doesn't have black eyes hidden behind the green.
At any rate, he isn't shy, and he isn't afraid to show off a little of that hard-acquired skill he spent so many years of his mortal life working on.
The hand Kyle's gripping at the wrist doesn't try to break away, but rather touches down a bit lower, thumbing jawline. Grazing scruff and facial hair as his palm slips by ear, as fingertips disappear into hair, cupping gently to allow him to lean in and decisively slot their mouths together. Plush lips to plush lips, practiced, deft and teasing.