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In the light of day.

Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.

Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...

Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.

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Dean watched Nathaniel get to his feet and then he followed, trailing after his master to the bedroom. He was definitely getting hard now. All this talk of pushing and testing, teasing and tormenting... and the thought that he'd stop if Dean so much as moved... how could he not be?

Nathaniel waited by the bed and motioned towards it. "Lay down, Dean, on your back."

He was already half-hard too, but right now, it wasn't about getting off himself. It was about teasing and tormenting Dean until he absolutely couldn't stand it and if he followed Nathaniel's rules, getting him off as hard as he could. It was about giving Dean pleasure -- if he was good.

He wasn't all that worried though. Dean was eager to please so far.

Dean bit his bottom lip and moved over to the bed. He slipped over onto the bed and stretched out in the middle of it. his cock was hard and heavy against his belly and he breathed a little faster. Definitely eager. Definitely eager to please.

God, he didn't know how much control he could really manage right now, as turned on as he was.

He looked over the sight of Dean stretched out on his bed before he shifted over him, leaning over. He leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the lips before trailing further down his jaw and neck. No rush here, he wanted to enjoy this a little.

"Look so good like this... could get used to a sight like this in my bed."

The kisses made him sigh softly and he sank back against the mattress. His hands rested lightly at his sides and he looked up at Nathaniel, expression soft and willing.

When he felt those lips moving down his neck, he had to struggle to remind himself not to move. It was already more difficult than he imagined.

He took Dean's hands in his own and guided them to rest above his head on the mattress. After that, he dragged his hands teasingly down his arms and over his chest. He explored teasingly, mouth nipping and sucking here and there, nails raking.

A soft moan slipped past his lips when Nathaniel's hands moved over him. Each nip of his teeth had him shivering. He couldn't remember if he was allowed to make noise or not, but he couldn't help each soft gasp and moan that welled up in his throat.

"Hey," Nathaniel drew away, hands planting firmly on the mattress to hold himself up. He looked down at Dean, expression stern. "Quiet. No moving, no noise... remember?"

Fuck. Dean's eyes snapped open when he felt Nathaniel move and the stern expression on the man's face brought a blush to his face and he looked down. Crap. Broke the rules already. This was really going to be hard.

He settled again, perfectly still and silent except for his rapid breathing.

He watched Dean for a moment, made sure he was settled and silent like he'd asked before he returned tot he slow task of mapping out the other's body with his mouth and fingers. One hand eventually settled between between his legs to stroke him languidly. No hurry yet. "That's good," he murmured against his skin, nipping at a mark he left behind.

"Stay quiet." Not that Nathaniel was making that an easy task for him.

Dean had to bite his bottom lip to stay quiet, his eyes shut and breathing rapidly. He was fighting so hard to stay still and quiet. Every brush of lips and teeth just made it harder.

Then Nathaniel started stroking him and it was all he could do not to whimper. His toes curled and he clenched his hands into fists. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

"Now see?" Nathaniel sighed out heavily as he drew away from him, leaning back on his heels as he watched Dean. He was keeping his word -- no touching until Dean settled back down. "If you would've just followed my simple requests, Dean, I'd have given you something better than just my hand."

Damnit. He did whimper then. It didn't occur to him that clenching his fists really counted as movement. Apparently, Nathaniel was serious about obedience tonight, which only turned Dean on more and made it even harder to be still.

It took him a bit longer this time to relax again. His hands uncurled and went still against the bed. He took some deep breaths to settle himself, shivering under Nathaniel's gaze until he could be calm and still again.

When Dean calmed down, Nathaniel decided to quit teasing - quiet so much at least. He leaned forward to lick a line up Dean's cock slowly, tongue teasing under the head playfully before he teased at the slit. His own cock was straining against his jeans just at the sight of Dean underneath him, trying so hard to do what was asked of him.

Despite the slip ups, Nathaniel was pretty pleased with the effort. He slowly wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking lightly while he wrapped his hand around the base, pumping his fist around what he hadn't taken in yet.

Dean was trying. He wanted to please Nathaniel. He was just so used to being expressive in the bedroom that lying completely still was hard for him. It would take practice to get it right. Dean was more than willing to work on it all Nathaniel wanted. One day, he'd be able to do it perfectly for him.

Not tonight, though. Dean almost lost it when he felt Nathaniel's lips wrapped around his cock. Oh, fuck. His breath hitched, but he didn't move or make a sound. Sometime later, when he was able to think clearly, he'd be proud of himself for that...

Nathaniel took him down deeper, eyes on Dean's face as he moved down. He was pleased with the way Dean managed to stay still and quiet while he did this, pretty impressive considering how reactive Dean had been every time they'd been close so far.

His eyes drifted shut to just focus on how he was using his mouth, working his tongue over the underside of his cock, sucking a little harder over him.

His body trembled with the effort of keeping still. His breath came in short, desperate pants. If he didn't do something soon, he was going to lose it again. Break the rules.

Scrambling for something to focus on, Dean too a deep breath and let it out slow, closing his eyes once again to try and keep steady. He let himself sink deeper into that submissive mindset he'd always danced around, but never quite let himself fully surrender to. His own pleasure was pushed back in favor of concentrating on what his master wanted and how to please him. It didn't matter how badly he wanted to move or moan or plead... all that mattered was that his master had given him a command and he had to obey.

Dean relaxed deeper into the mattress, breathing still hitched and jerky at times and his body still trembling faintly, but overall more still and calm. Quiet. Just as he'd been told.

They went from fancy suspension equipment and paddles, to all the toys they used at the club to this... definite step back from their first night together, but important, Nathaniel decided. Dean didn't have much experience with this stuff, he'd said, and he'd need the training, the discipline if they kept this up.

Damn he hoped they kept this up more and more each day they were together.

His focus was on Dean right now, the way he finally managed to relax his body, keep quiet. The jerky breath and trembling was to be expected - something he didn't think Dean would be able to stamp out completely. It was satisfying to hear the surrender though, to be able to reward Dean like this.

He doubled his efforts over Dean's cock, coaxing him closer to the edge. If he managed to keep behaving, Nathaniel would even let him finish finally.

To have his mouth free, he drew off Dean's cock eventually, stroking the spit-slick flesh with his hand as he leaned up to speak against his ear. "That's it, doing good, keep it up."

Training was definitely something Dean needed. Wanted, even. He had the willingness and the drive, but he'd never had anyone interested enough (or that he trusted enough) to take the time to work with the basics. Dean really hoped this wasn't just a one time thing. God, he wanted this.

His eyes opened and he gave Nathaniel a glassy, dazed look when he spoke against his ear. Fuck, he wanted to moan or twist... do something. Laying still was so much harder than he thought.

But, what he wanted more than his own pleasure was to please the man he'd surrendered to. So, he continued to stay still, reminding himself again and again that he was there to please and obey.

He moved to kiss the other deeply, hard as he moved his fist faster over Dean. He nipped at his lower lip, tugging it lightly. "Dean, you can come, don't hold back. You can make some noise now too."

He'd done so well holding back after all, deserved a little bit of a reward for it.

Dean kissed him back desperately, clinging to the brief moment of freedom to move. Even if it was just his lips.

When Nathaniel pulled back and gave him permission to make noise, Dean whimpered, gasping his need as he was driven closer and closer to the edge. His hips jerked once when he came, in spite of his best efforts to be still.

He stroked Dean through his release, only stopping when he was spent. He smirked against his lips and pressed a softer kiss to his mouth. He murmured soft praise against his skin, nuzzling into him lightly.

"How do you feel?"

Those words of praise melted him. Dean relaxed into the mattress and basked in Nathaniel's word, his touches, and his kisses. The part of him that wanted so badly to submit and please was overjoyed to have done so well. It had been hard, very hard, but he'd done it.

He opened his eyes and smiled up at his master, still motionless until he was told otherwise. "More tired than I have after a full night's bar tending. Good, though. Very good."

Taking a chance, Dean tipped his head up to kiss Nathaniel and murmured softly against his lips, "Thank you, Master."

He laughed fondly at that comment and nodded, pleased that Dean did look like he'd enjoyed himself. That was what was important after all -- if Dean hadn't enjoyed it in some way, that meant Nathaniel hadn't exactly done his job.

He returned that kiss lightly. "You're welcome."

He nipped at Dean's lower lip playfully. "Come on, up. We need to wash up."

"Mmm... yes, Master." Dean smiled and stretched, then slowly pushed himself up. Man, his muscles were hot and rubbery like he'd run a mile. Staying still was a lot harder work than it looked.

He got to his feet and waited for Nathaniel to lead the way into the bathroom.

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