"My job," he said quietly. Maybe it was. He didn't know. He didn't really want to think about it, though.
Dean made a small noise as he pressed his lips back against Seamus'. He felt good. He opened his eyes briefly to check before...oh, yes. Letting his eyes slip closed once again, he pushed Seamus against the wall and smiled a little.
No, he'd never really been one for being in control, but damn it if he wasn't going to go out on a fucking limb and try it. He pressed himself against Seamus, humming low.