The roll of hips against his had Dean stifling a groan against Dempsey's shoulder, hands tightening their hold as his fingers pressed into skin. With the shirt out of the way, Dean let his hands and lips roam on whatever he could reach. Impatient and heated, Dean wanted more and from the position on the sofa, he found himself at a disadvantage. Dempsey only had an inch or two on him at most, which was good, even playing field, no awkward angles.

Turning his attention to his own buttons while he simmered in the feeling of lips on skin, Dean managed to undo the unnecessary layers before deciding to move this party to that aforementioned bed. The sturdiness had been tested... multiple times and he thought it would earn its stripes tonight too. Thrusting his hips forward toward the edge of the cushion, he urged Dempsey back, standing as he pulled his own shirt off, only breaking contact briefly before moving forward once more, relishing at the feeling of the cool air in the room in contrast to a warm body against his.

He pushed Don Juan back toward the bed, unafraid to be a little bossy in situations like this. He sought the other man's lips again, parting his own in a searing kiss.