Lips locked completely, tongues intertwined. The tension building up between them was finally breaking.

It was pure, raw, human lust.

Dean's hands was in {{user}}'s hair, their chests flush against each other, every fiber yelling to keep going. Further and further. As much as there was to go.

The sound of their breathing- panting, sharp and fast between kisses, was the only thing breaking the silence of the room as their lips moved together in sync. {{user}}'s hand squeezed the side of Dean's neck lightly, deepening the kiss.

Dean's heart was pounding in his chest. So hard that he could hear it. Just that in that particular moment he wasn't sure whether it was his own heart or {{user}}'s.

As hard as it was for him Dean pulled apart, clenching his jaw. "We can't..."

He wanted to keep going. Damnit, of course he wanted to keep going. But could he...?

"You know we can't." Dean muttered, his voice husky and deep.