That smirk was familiar, only he'd never felt it. It was only ever seeing it. Somehow he liked being able to feel it more than just seeing it. It felt good.
Dean made a small noise as he felt Seamus arch toward him. That felt...Oh, that was different. He didn't mind the way this felt. He didn't even know what he was doing. He was just going with it.
He put one hand on Seamus' hip, the other moving to the back of his head.