Smoothing his hands down along Dean's back, Merlin paused to look at him when their foreheads came to contact. He didn't say anything, just looked and waited and finally understood. He reached up to cup Dean's cheek within his palms, nosing against him for a moment, just because all this made him feel so very deeply, so very acutely for Dean. It was unusual for him to be this swept away, and yet, here he was.

His kiss was sweet, careful and oh so tender. But then broken when Dean decided to undress him too.

Merlin leaned back a little, yanking the shirt away and tossing it aside as well. But he was quick to return, his mouth seeking Dean's while his hands slipped between them to pop open Dean's jeans, button and zipper, then he could push his hands under them and move them to Dean's ass, press their bodies flush together.