It wasn't exactly the agreement Dean was looking for, but he'd set the boundary and now all he could do was hope Dempsey respected it. A more genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the thought of anything domestic. Frankly the thought terrified him; any sense of traditional domesticity, but that would never apply here anyway. Marriage, a family, all of that seemed like a long way off, if ever a thing Dean decided he wanted to do, so it wasn't something he needed to think about now.

"Mmm," Dean agreed, both to the tucking-in and the current sobriety. Both far more pleasant than the other option. Dean tightened his grip, tugging Dempsey closer again. He wanted a more in depth conversation about the other night, but maybe that was his own insecurities at play. He didn't want Dempsey to think of him like some out of control prick who didn't understand limits. It also felt like the time had passed tonight; they had a tentative, tenuous agreement on what they wanted and it was going to have to be good enough if they wanted to get back to how things were.

Because of that, Dean thought tonight might be a good time to take the night slowly, ease back into their before. It was a little out of his comfort zone, but not out of his realm of capability. Dean skimmed his hands up Dempsey's sides, using the back of his fingers; no open palms, no pressure, just light skin to skin to start off. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss right below Dempsey's jaw, working his way down as his hands worked their way up. He was testing the waters, both for himself and to see Dempsey's reaction to he could gauge where to go next.