Pouring the rest of that pent up anxiety into the kiss, Dean felt more of that particular tension drain from his limbs. His fingers were curled tight into the fabric of the robe, pulling at it impatiently. He wasn't sure if Dempsey could follow through, but at least he'd heard him, was agreeing to try and that was going to have to be enough for now. Nothing much could stop him from worrying, but Dean would at least feel better about it.

He could feel everything welling up again and he already felt foolish for pleading like he had, so he captured Dempsey's lips again, the kiss more tender and than anticipated but no less intense than the thoughts that still plagued him. This whole thing had him off balance in ways he didn't know how to handle. But he did know what to do when Dempsey was warm against him. He swung around, changing their positions so he had Don Juan pressed against the counter, his whole body tight against the other man's as if he couldn't get enough, indulging in his own drug and the taste of Don Juan's tongue on his.