Dean happily let Merlin guide him into the kiss, still swaying towards him as he opened his mouth and tangled his tongue around his.

Regret could come later, maybe it might never come. Dean wasn't thinking about it right now. He was thinking about dragging Merlin off to bed and spending the entire night without clothes on. Even though he wasn't entirely sober, he wasn't blasted, wasted drunk. He was aware of every action he took.

He just didn't over think it, didn't worry about it. He wanted Merlin and he wasn't going to stop himself from that.