His not-so-subtle invitation had the desired impact and it was a good thing he'd finished his own whiskey, as he hardly had time to set the glass aside before his found his hands full of Dempsey instead. The last hour or so had been building to this, but Dean loved to be as aloof as possible, working his way up to it until he needn't make the first move. It was so satisfying. Hopefully the rest of the evening would prove equally, if not more so.

Dean met Don Juan's enthusiasm with equal fervor, hands moving to the buttons of the other man's waistcoat, seeing no point in wasting any time now. The loss of clothing was always tedious to Dean when he wasn't patient enough to deal with getting the layers out of the way. His hands itched to explore skin and the fabric was simply in the way. The shirt buttons followed and Dean had found his prize, palms sliding around Don Juan to pull the shirt free of his waistband. There was something so appealing to the harder planes of a man's body that Dean enjoyed and he let his fingers wander freely. He also felt like he didn't have to be quite as gentle, though he'd never been into anything too rough, he had to be in the right mood to take his time with the ladies.

Dragging his hands down to Don Juan's hips, he pulled the other man closer, breaking the kiss to graze his teeth along that delicious jaw and down his neck, a noise of approval humming against skin at the friction between them.