Well, maybe he'd get a larger sample than originally intended, but Dean was not a strong enough man to resist the tug on his shirt either. He secretly enjoyed that little girlish giggle of Don Juan's and getting him to make it was especially satisfying. He rounded in front of Dempsey and slid his free hand around his waist, under his jacket and after untangling their fingers, wound the other one gently into those messy curls he was so fond of. Just a little taste to satisfy the hunger he couldn't fully satiate until later.

"Do you really want me to?" He mumbled, a breathless sort of chuckle, against Dempsey's skin, entirely sure he already knew the answer. He had no intention of actually pausing at the moment, brushing his nose and lips down the column of Don Juan's throat and back up until he was just a breath away from his lips, eyes meeting Dempsey's in the darkness with a quirk of an eyebrow.