[ As much as he likes to hear Dean talk, he also very much enjoys the thought of doing things that will make him decidedly not want to talk. Especially after Dean's not only given permission, but practically invited him to push things further, like hell he'll let that opportunity slip by.
He feels Dean relax gradually, and his lips curl into a faint and brief smile against Dean's mouth, gone when he deepens the contact a little more, head tilting so he can slot them closer together, tongue stealing a taste from Dean's mouth. One of his hands weaves into Dean's hair, scratching the scalp near his nape, using that hold to pull him closer and invite him to return the attention with equal intensity— or more, if he's into it. ]
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He feels Dean relax gradually, and his lips curl into a faint and brief smile against Dean's mouth, gone when he deepens the contact a little more, head tilting so he can slot them closer together, tongue stealing a taste from Dean's mouth. One of his hands weaves into Dean's hair, scratching the scalp near his nape, using that hold to pull him closer and invite him to return the attention with equal intensity— or more, if he's into it. ]