Merlin might regret this tomorrow. Not because he didn't want it - he had never wanted to get over Dean - but because Dean obviously hadn't. And Merlin is self-conscious enough to think about it.

Just not right now.

Instead he's going to step closer, reaching up to slide one of his hands against Dean's jaw and from there behind his neck, tilting his face up. Merlin's heart is racing, his thoughts a bit foggy with the combined efforts of alcohol and endorphin, both gleefully rushing in his veins. But he deepens the kiss, licking into Dean's mouth sweetly.