Dean managed to get them out of the club without too much worry, and he'd have cared about the looks they were getting if Drew wasn't suctioned to that place at his throat that made him throb.
He was panting, biting hard at the inside of his lip, by the time the cold air hit them. And there was a crowd there, so he ducked into the alley beside the club with Drew still wrapped around him.
"Summers... hey.. we're outside. It's okay. You can..." he should tell him to get off, right? That was the right thing to do.