"Your bed..." He gave him a gentle push in that direction because as fun as making out in the kitchen was he wanted to do this right, to have it be special and meaningful and important. It was to him. No matter how care free and easy going he was Dean had a lot of feelings about all this.

He pushed his hands underneath Merlin's shirt and dragged his nails over his skin. He remembered what Merlin liked too. It wasn't something easily forgotten even after a long time apart.

In fact, all those memories were rushing back, filling Dean with a strong sense of need and instead of hiding it he let himself feel it. He reveled in being wanted and wanting in return.