Dean was... particularly skilled in this area. He used his tongue for a wide variety of things, languages, pleasure, both equally as satisfying, and he had no qualms about turning out all of the tricks. Dempsey seemed to be struggling to keep control, which was exactly what Dean wanted out of him. Once he saw his new bedfellow satisfied, he would get there himself by bending Dempsey over that very sturdy bed and testing its durability. All he wanted was for them both to have a good time. Dean had always been a rather generous fuck, as long as he got something in return and right about now, Dempsey was putty in his hands, so he doubted he would be left wanting.

His grip on the other man's hips was anything but light as he flattened out his tongue along the length of Dempsey, taking as much as he could into his mouth, sucking hard. Dempsey may be trying to hold out, but Dean was not about to let him. It was in fact, his goal at the very moment to get him to climax so they could move on to the main event. Every little noise spurred him on, hands wandering along the man's thighs, up to his chest, around to his back, pressing into skin, as he tugged Dempsey closer. He could feel every little twitch, the tremble in the other man's legs, every change in breathing just as much Dean could feel his own arousal straining against the pants he had yet to lose, just waiting for his own release.

It was almost too much and so he rocked back on his heels, craving that friction of a moment ago. Dean worked his way back up to Dempsey's neck, not done with his goal yet, but rather thought they needed to be horizonal for ease of progression afterward. He'd lost his suspenders with his shirt and so he grabbed Dempsey's hand, putting it at the button of his pants, as he turned his lips to leaving some sort of mark on the man's skin, hands still hot and wandering as he pressed his body closer to Dempsey's.