Dean sighed heavily. It was a heavy ask. He wasn't so sure what Dempsey knew what he was implying here. Maybe he ought to find out. There was an undeniable undercurrent here that would catch fire with just the slightest spark. Maybe it was time Dempsey got a little burned so he learned not to play with fire.

He leaned in, body pressed against Dempsey's again, the hand not on his waistband, slipping around behind him, running along his hip and lower, beneath the fabric, his fingers pressing into skin and not gently. "I can," he mumbled, lips just a breadth away from Dempsey's. "But you need to understand what you're asking and that you can say stop at any time." His eyes said he was dead serious, even if his skin was electric with the want of it. "I need you to say yes and I need you to listen." He dipped his head to brush his lips along Dempsey's jaw lightly at the same time he tugged forward on the waistband, his own hips pressing forward to add to the mounting friction.