Daniel couldn't help it, he was a tactile guy and he craved touch - both touching and being touched. It didn't even need to be sexual. He just liked touching. Be it holding hands, cuddling, stroking hair, drawing lazy circles on exposed flesh. He just craved contact. Of course, he wasn't going to complain about being touched sexually by someone as gorgeous as Dean.
His eyes slipped closed, his mouth parted as he panted out a breathy moan, a smile tugging at his lips. "Fuck," he purred, pulling Dean into a harder kiss.