Dean both loved and hated that it was this easy to ignore everything else when they were like this. He took a deep breath as Don Juan leaned back, brows furrowed. He hardly registered what had happened, moving his hands away from wherever they'd been, when Don Juan shook out his sleeve.

He didn't have time to ask about it though, before he was pulled back in and Dean let it go for a moment, sinking into the feeling a little too far. He knew he was sleeping alone tonight, so he may as well make the most of it while he wasn't solo. Swinging their positions around, Dean held Don Juan against the edge of his desk, planning to hold him there for a few more minutes until things dissolved further or he went to bed frustrated.

Or he kept managing to aggravate something that Don Juan hadn't told him about. The second time there was a pause, Dean leaned back a little. "Everything alright?"